Show THE CHRONIC In every town you find some men who always croak and their chief amusement seems to be to and whine and Of they do not prosper well such people seldom do and as they strive to make themselves and all their neighbors If strangers come these men endeavor to get them off they speak in doleful tell them how the town is dead and passed and hasn't any enterprise that half begins to how real estate is very low and taxes very and every improvement scheme is to wane and The good book says a day come when all must pass away and for wings and golden harps this tenement of the earth will burn with fervent the sun go out in and every breathing thing shall find a real When that time comes the croaker who drives against his town and tries to drive good men away and breaks the efforts down will be declared a victim for a special dose flame ten thousand years and he will be roasting just the Meantime the energetic man who labors for his always works to build it up instead of tearing will ride to heaven in a Pullman palace and will dwell in peace forever where the first-class angels Pleasant |