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Show RHYMES OF THE DAY. AFTER WE LEAVE. Before Sim Slices Ic.ft Pcrklnstown Ho used to run the "old burg" down. But after ho had moved awav " IIo praised his, native place, they say. Ho liked tho climate that It had. Though once he'd thought that It was bad. Ho bragged about the people thcro, j-iio ,3iiuiiuiu men ana womon lair. Though onco ho had despised them all And called thorn slow and cold and small. We think tho world's a poor old placo And call it hard names to its face, But, like Sim Slkcs. wo may somo day Look back from far and far away, And think moro kindly of the sphero Wo rail at so whllo wo aro here. S. E. Kiser, In Chicago Record-Herald. a In Mourning. "Oh, shame!" cried the neighbors, "shos playing again!" .What harm? Tho poor widow was lonely. lone-ly. She Xound the piano a solace, nnd then She was using the black keys only. Philadelphia Ledger. Tho "Vltchski" Language. Upon Siberian borders Stood a Russian ill at cast. He said: "Do I hear ordora. Or did tho Goneral sneezo?" Washington Post. |