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Show The Arbitration Board- Smilb kept a bank, well filled with gold, And neither liro nor burglar feared. Bat Jones, a man both b id and bold, Broko in. A million disappeared. Says Jones to Smith, "Why prosecuteT Con viol inn wnn'Uimnk' vour lack. An arbitration iRstitutc. You may, perhaps, got something back. Out of our families combinod, Let cich two arbiters provide, Who likewise shall a filth man find, Or else tho voting may bo tied." Agreed," siil Smith, "I choso my wife And son my arbiters to be." "ily wife and son, upon my life," Said Jones, "shall arbitrate for me." The wives and sons together run Another arbiter to Eean. Poor Smith has gut no other son. Jones' other son's the ni uli, Tho wive' and sona a council hold To arbitrate the golden claim. They gire, of course, to Jones the gold, And lay on Smith a world of blame. Aha! said Jonej, I was a thief fire arbitration wise began, But now it's every one's belief That I'm a rich and-honest man.- |