Show RHYMES OF THE DAY And as Bryanlsm died lit gasped with Its latest breath VI know whats the matter with me 1vo talked myself to dcoth I Chicago Tribune I I S of a The Unsuccessful Candidate Jib Is not oven haunted we very well know I By that t spook all describe as a ghost of a show Chicago Record p p LUCKY Ive got the earth to live on And tho sun lo give me light And the stars to guide my footsteps When 1 Journey forth by nlghL Thorn Is atmosphere In plenty AVhcn I need Il breath of air I So Im thankful for the little Thats remaining as my share I 1 wagered my possessions On the party that got beat l cBut I greet lie sun and starlight nil the earth beneath my feet With a keen appreciation fl I was lucky It Is I true That J could make arrangements To get rid of those things too Washington Star p p p MR CROIvER IN ILL J HEALTH Go buy a ticket to London Go call a rubbertired cab 1 cant draw a breath without bending my knees And giving my spine a Jab I cant fay Just how It happened 1 really cant guess today For both of my sternums and three of my lights are In a precarious way London Is passive and peaceful 0 Twill soothe my assiduous soul There I ran care for my weakening heart And hold to the rent of my roll D This Is I a trying cllnialo Guess I have stayed too long For both h of mv livers and all of my lungs Have never been extra strong New York Press |