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Show THE KING. For forty rounds thoy slugged and Jarred. A battle nought with pangs of death; For Glocp-nrodticers each man sparred. Tho while their backers held their breath; The minutes passed, the fight progressed, And all the fans snt wondering. Each round but added greater zest "The king Is dead! Long live the king!" Out-Ironed wan the Iron man: Outlasted and outHluggcd he fell; Tho lender of tho lightweight clan Had told hla tale and told It well; Ago bulked at such a gruelling pace It was not meant for 6uch a thing. And weakened In tho fruitless ra"cc "Tho king 1h dead; Long live tho king!" The king la dead! Yet In defeat Ho fought as he had always fought; Unknown tho fateful word "retreat." A llfo of winning battles fraught, Brulncd. battered, stunned, ho battled on, Till punishment had lost Its sling. Ho wont tho way the best have gone "Tho king Is dead! Long live tho king!" C. P. McDonald In Kansas City Ttmce. |