Show < n nr c I uuft f 1 t t2 Vls h I Ij WITt r1JNmi f I I Tho Heart of Things Through tho wootllnnd nlmilu by the locked llinlin made Uy tho wlmlliiK river blink fast the bluelifllfl boil and tlio Imlrlicll red To the lustiKrnns nil and rank Straight toward the stream where tlio minnows min-nows Klonin And tho frogs hold Ringing school llnrcfoot I stiiml With my shirt In hand On the brink of Hnlleya pool How tho inomry clings to tho honrt of thllllII To the days of long ngo How the yearnings blond round tho pick rel bond In n consoles ebb and How Tnoro was Wallers hole like tx Brent calm bowl All sleep mid lilllH of gray Where tho redheads cry 1111 ho hurtled by Flung n chnllonge to tho Jay Cntch the bendy eye of the turtle nigh AH ho slyly bmitu for bull Hear the raucous lllng of the fisher king And tho echo duplicate Boo the bobbor Jerk TIs tho Lulh heads work As ho HwnllowH deep the worms have n euro my Ind for his horns nro bad All ho Hops about and squirms s Sniff the wild rose sweet as tho breezes fleet Waft Its fragrance on the air Son the marigolds ns tho bed unfolds In a golden glory there Ah tho zephyrs kiss with ecstatic bliss Tho check of tho mmtnnmicl boy Ho Is moro than kings at tho heart ot things In thu Godwrought kingdom Joy Through tho woodland nlmilo by the locked limbs made By tho winding river bank Fast the bluebells boll and the hnlrlicll red To the lush crass tnll and rank Straight toward tho stream where the minnows min-nows gleam And tho frogs hold singing school I Once again I stand with my shirt In hand On tho brink ot Baileys pool r The Poor Poet Man and the Millionaire The soul ot the poet tells him ho will some day produce n song to thrill tho world but the record ho hands St Peter IB some cheap rag time and an unpaid laundry bill And yet In these moneymaking hogkilling days who would take from the poet his throbbing dream Happiness Happi-ness frequently depends upon our deceiving de-ceiving ourselves If the poet will go I r II A Iitj I C p fE J II I Jungry scenting the fragrance of the rose who shall say him nay And after all It Is his stomach that is depleted de-pleted Apropos of this subject It might be said that there are two kinds of stomachsthe union and the open shop stomach Tho union stomach is usually on strike and tho open shop will work if It can got tho Job Rockefeller has a union stomach and the poet has tho open shop breadbasket bread-basket The deadly parallel is herewith here-with presented The pod Is shabby Ills trousers are output out-put certain It Is lies tree from thc gout I Ho has no dyspepsia Headache or chills Ho taketh no tablets Or pepsin or squills Ills hair may need cutting Shod scanty his feet Hut when ho gets money The poet CAN call t A fashionable dowager advises worn sn never to marry until they havo seen the mans upper lip If long and thick she says there is coarseness in the mans character If time lip is thin there Is cruelty If short and Cupidbowed there is delicacy If I straight and well drawn against the teeth there is determination What about the hairlip Y SHave S-Have you taken cm oft yet Have you J taken cm off Gee but Its hot enough Lot Us hustle em oft now I Whos afraid of n cough Gosh but this heat Is tough I Flannels on top of us Flannels allover us lied lannoln Illuo tliirmels Gray flannels Pink flannels Union stilts vest suits trouscr suits All galoots Steam nnd undo us Im almost cooked In this confounded shall Lot us hustle cm off fellers Say wnt tell The women probably got the Idea ot carrying their money in their where they do from Santa Claus One Mora Unfortunate WillieWhat ye cryln about Benny K DennyMasheboo hoc she BOO HOO licked mol WillieThat just beats time dont It But whats catln ye halnt yo ot no grandmother |