| Show 0 l More Mor Truth Than Poetry 1 0 I II I By JAMES J. J MONTAGUE b WHAT DID IT MATTER Had Mr Shakespeare ever oer thought What time he plied piled his busy pen That the immortal work he wrought Might be ascribed to other men men men- That critics of or a a. future day I Would cast aspersions on his fame V 7 And cry How lIow could he write a play When hen he could hardly write his n name me If It he had known how soon would fade The laurels he dearly deary so won By tolling at the s' s playwrights plan trade What do you think he would have done 4 Perhaps in bitterness and tears The hapless genius might have ha said Alas the work of or weary years ears Will go for nothing when Im I'm dead To some old pompous Earl Earlor or Lord Lord- Who ho couldn't write a snappy line The fatuous future will accord The credit for tor these plays of or mine Ill I'll go and bon boll myself In oil Or drown the me me in the salty sea sea For all aU I think of or as I I toll toil Is what the future thinks of me p I Perhaps he might have said I I know That when Ive I've quit the writing game And no more wonder here below Some Soine other chaps will cop my ply fame fameS tameo But still at present I will thrive Ill I'll sit around the place nd grin For Just as long as Ime alive Ill I'll see the royalties come In While still a sovereign I can flash flash x Ill I'll have my fill rill of or ale and bread While living I can use uso the cash And fame tame wont won't help me when Im I'm dead 1 a NO ESCAPE dodge A reduced income tax will not be any et easier er to I I L n II s' s 01 Copyright Cop 19 1024 1 b by the Bell Ben Syndicate In Inc I 1 t c I t I I |