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Show bhHb XHE PIKERS aUBAIYAT H mi Wake! For the Sun, who scattered into WMIIM flight HH The Stars that twinkle through the HB summer night fHH Has risen o'er St. L6uis, schedule ffl time, ,1MB And throws athwart "the Pike a shaft sH of light. BH Before the phantom of False Morning Rj died H Methcught a Piker in tho Tavern Mil cried, H ' When rates are Seven-twenty-five per Hi Why lurk,, my fellow-citizens, inside?" H H And, as the Cock Crew, those who ceased to snore H Bolted precipitately for the Door, IH And having seen the Pike but yes- H terday, H Went sneaking back, Intent on seeing R More. flfl n Myself when young did eagerly fre- flfl quent H Chicago's Midway, most magnificent. H And many a Deacon, yea, and many H a Saint, H Crept softly through the Door where- H in I went. jH iifl ' Some for Art Exhibitst pine, and some H Flock where the Piston's and the H Drive Wheels, hum; jH Ah, take the Pictures; gaze at Ilk- S machines, H Give me the Pike all else is for the H Think, in this canvas Caravanserai ; H Where Turkish instruments of torture j jH P-ay, I i H How dancer after dancer from the H H Startles the Spinster and -the whis H kered Jay! H Strange, Is it not, that of ijhe Deacons M who H Before us passed the canvas gateway through iM Not one comes forth who tolls us of jJ the Dance M Which, to discover, we must witness, M too? jH vnr. M I asked a Jasper1 who had strolled , M within, jH "My friend, what means yon Oriental M din?" jH He only answered, "Wal, by heck, M it's great!" H And pensively he stroked his bearded i H chin. " j jk Milwaukee Sentinel. ! H & ' fl A demure little woman entered a 1 H car with a child, whom she at first ' H placed on the seat beside her, and j H then xri her, lap to make room for a j H fierce-looking man, who soon became I fl engrossed in a newspaper,. The child H kicked its tiny feet in delight at the j strange things it saw while riding 1 along tuid its shoes rubbed against ! H the man's trousers. "Perhaps, mad- j H am," he exclaimed, "you imagine that I this conveyance is your private car- 1 1 fl riage?" "Oh, no, I don't," was the prompt reply. "If It were, you wouldn't j be riding in it' Ex, j t jH ' I |
