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Show IT'S THERE. ' ' Tom Masson. ' In walking through some quiet street The sign "For Sale" your eye may meet; Likewise the sign is oft displayed Hung round the neck of some fair maiu, Who hopes to catch a millionaire. You may not see It, but it's there. The drummer homeward plods his way; In town we see him for a day ; We envy him his pleasant lines, His glossy bat refulgent shines, Charged up in his expenses where You may not see It, but it's tbero. A young man calls upon his girl And, tangled up in Capid's whirl, He lingers In the lap of Fate, Forgets himself and stays too late. Hor father's foot is on the stair, He may not see it, bnt it's there. In m we'll go To see Chicago's boasted show, 'Mid smoke and soot, Ion? will we hark Till some voice pieces through the dark; "Come stranger, to the great World's Fair, You may not see it, but it's there." |