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Show Signs of Spring. Frank B. Welch. In the spring the genial barber Smiles a broad expressive smile. For be knows the warming weather Will increase his little pile; And he reads the funny papers For the latest yams and Jokes, Which he reels oft with a relish While he martyrizes folks. In the spring the youth and maiden, Wander to the verdant park, Where they make themselves obnoxious As they loll und spoon and spark; ' And the dlckey-bivds above them Seem to revel in the fun, Till the grouty park policeman . . Comes aud gives them all the run. In the spring the pleading poet With his choicest lay appears. Pouring forth his senseless blather into people's tired ears; But he dons his chest protector, Pads the boBom of his pants, Ere the editorial slugger At hiB framework gets a chance. In the spring we tell the Ice man Him at whom we've often swore-He swore-He may leave a fair-sized pellet With us every summer morn; And upon the entry door post, To Inspire the tramps with fear, We adjust a flaming sign-board, Reading: "Scarlot Fever Here." In t he spring the open street car, With a brand now coat of oil, Bears the down-town clerk anil merchant To tholr place of dally toll; And the gentle, gonial zephyrs, , Stealing through the open car, Fill the passengers chock full of , Influenza and catarrh. In the spring the Joyful urchin Hies him to the vacant lot, Where he shies the deadly base ball, Making people shun the spot; Aud by way of variation Now and then a startling crash Greets the ear as through a window Goes a base ball with a smash. In the spring the bustling housewife Takes a renovating tit. And she tears the house to pieces, Sweeping, scouring, scrubbing It; But, while thus engaged in cleaning, . All the family are lu gloom, For In all the house there's not a Single habitable room. |