| Show 1 I IDYLS OF AN IDLE HOUR we have Heard the gentle ahe politician editor the following filino into my cranium after giue locals and the report of alie city council proceedings concerning provos improvements prove ments we are about lo 10 enter upon a reason of peace happiness and proa in the past we have biad our bhare of afflictions and heartaches wd know what it aiato iato arise from our beds of ease and comfort and hull the traditional bootjack boot jack at alie festive felines and canines we have heard the gentle murmur of the politician as he howletr out the names of his favorite candidate upon the midnight airas we have wend j ed our way to church we have heard the musical click of beer schooner behind tinted panes of glass we have up to the acore and disposed olour loads of cabbage and beets foi I 1 scrip and molasses we have groped conr way along our streets on nights that were as black as a stack of cats but the dogs are ascending the golden stairs the politicians are emigrating the back boora are to be nailed up scrip is to be a thing of the past and electric light is a thing of the future we are to have a fairer better brighter city where mud and slush are unknown but where waterworks water works street railways and a bran hall ara among the plead uret of life farewell ld regana wel como the new tb past hag been good under alie circumstances circumstance i let the future be better elijah arise up gird on thy armour and get there with both feet NICK january |
