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Show -v Rippling' Rhymes By WALT MASON s J 9 RED 'V l 'ABB. It Is a strange and savage time, there Is a carnival of crime, that neer stops or rests; the slaver to his victim v ends. and voters kill their l id, friends and ship them off In chests asslnatlona fill the land; we flndi dead g'lits on every hand, they clut-; t r up the mews, and peelers and de-j tectlves toll, and vainly burn the mid-j n'pht oil to thrash out stacks of Clews, Here where Pacific billows roari three murdered guys were washed hore within two weeks or one, and j Inland other i haps were slain, and no one offered to explain Just why thei de ds were done. These beastly crimes 1 wo all abhor are but the outcome of! the vvar, the years of deadly titrlfe, where men who fought for flag or king soon felt that nature's cheapest thing Is stuff called human life. Eor yearn we talked of doom rnd death and every tlm. we drew a breath It seemed to tusti of gore we read of dead men piled In ricks, and all the boats upon the Styx were freighting, corpses o'er. The peoples all have learned to slay, and now, If some one s! in their way, they see that some one dies, oh, maj We see the times again when gents won't swat their fellow -nu n, a they would swat the flies! |