Salt Lake Telegram | 1928-01-04 | Page 12 | Just Folks

y JUST FOLKS By Edgar A Guest c S THE GRIND In Into o lI life we plunge o for gOld gold Gold for food and fame f for pride e. e Bitter Ditter blows the tho wind and cold S 'S Many a dream Is scattered wide vide Need behind us runs to scold Pleasure smiles on either cither sideS side S r r Hop Hope is high when we begin f Strong we are and bright of eye Surely fortune we can win Who Vho cares where tho the pitfalls lie in ft-in Bring along the hordes of sin Th There is cant can't re none noise we e defy Cold the skies sIdes and dull uit and gray ay Bleak arid and drear drcar the tasks W we face Ugly Need cries Work Wont away Pleasure whispers rs Quit your place 5 Come be happy while you may Travel at an easier t pace I J Bitter are the winds of fate fat I Cruel ClUel seem the foes we meet Tired we irow grow with working late N Need ed still follows follos at our f feet et I Life Is filled with tasks we hate Only pleasures pleasure's smile pleasures smile I is sweet Do Boy Hoy your our high ambitions keep leep Stay with ugly Need awhile Trudge the road where re blizzards sweep Finish very every tedious mile S Then while others round YOU jou weep S 'S You shall shaU bask in pleasures pleasure's smile i Copyright t 1927 Ed Edgar A Guest i 1 f I