Show I I TAN TANGLE FOOT 1 I- I oo oo oJ- oJ 1 oo J l By O. O Harvey WHEN WOE PREVAILS An airship streaks across the sky A new born Infant walls A laugh rings out from passersby Deceived a young wife pales I n On Fridays when the clouds hang hana low and nd fog fad obscures the trees I sit and write of bales of woe woe woe-a a sad and lone lone- some ome wheeze wheezes I tell of want and wads ads of f gloom and gas bills death and shame until my sobs fill up the room and shake shakey my y withered frame A lone sheep calls t to Its dying mate A beggar pleads A lover waits walts at the garden gate A gull flies files oer o'er the meads When other folk are glad and gay 1 I. I like ke to talk of prunes and sing a melan melan- choly holy lay In heartsick plaintive tunes I like to warble of skeletons tons ons and graves of lame men limping down own the pike and prison cells and knaves A starving wolf howls down the tho vale A drunkards drunkard's parents sob A guard tramps slowly round the Jail Jail Jail- I hope I hold my Job THOUGHTS OF SPRING When spring peeps In at winters winter's door and the air Is full of Joy great chunks of sentiment appear and make me but a boy And then I want to write of or love and mushy things like that until my brain expands and hurts and nearly busts my hat And then I rant and tear my hair And write a verse that's that soft for fair Down In the yard where the soft winds blow The cute little bachelor buttons grow And I go down there for a moments moment's rest And I sow SOW eight buttons on my vest On the garden way where the asters bloom Shedding gladness where once was gloom Jacobs Jacob's Ladders show fragrance rare rare rare- I John Jacob Aster I do declare 1 The D Dan n D. D Lions with yellow mane Grow everywhere In In the shady lane Dog fennel crawls In the lions trail Scenting the ground the dale I I. I say sometimes I write like that that that- such simple minded stuff until stuff until the boss grows brows rows sad and sore ore and people holler nough And then to show how smart I 1 am nm I write of Marys Mary's little lamb Mary had a little lamb iamb Such verse ver-sc as this Is rotten And when Its wool Is put In clothes clothe Why It is ii simply cotton A After ter marriage a womans woman's Illusions may be starved to death but a mans man's are arc usually talked to death The lips of ot a 3 sweetheart may be bo foolish and still kissable but tho the lips Ups of or a wife must be listened to all the rest of your OUr life lite S If Ir tho the avera average e man would exercise a as it much fastidiousness mess in choo choosing a a. wife as os ho does In selecting his golf clubs he would not so often wake up to find himself married to a total stranger S |