Salt Lake Telegram | 1931-06-08 | Page 4 | Just Folks

I JUST FOLKS J By EDGAR A. A GUEST J Copyright 1931 by Edgar A. A Guest I DA DAVID VID BELASCO strange that I should miss mL him so Who never shook his hand A friend I was not given to know Or come to understand I never at his table sat satTo satTo To talk of play and star His was a gentle genius that I looked ed on from afar And now for him the curtains curtain's down down- The play called Life Lite is oer ocr And where he fashioned his renown Belasco works worl no more Never again with magic touch And insight sure and keen With little things which meant so much His hand will deck the scene Some say we cannot mourn as friend For one we never knew But for our Joys JOS we all de depend nd On something others do do And who with genius gives to me meAn meAn An added hour of cheer Although his face I may not see Is one whom I revere What if it was his work alone To which my love I gave ga For that my little flower is thrown With thousands on his grave D Deep p draughts of Joy from him I drew Which never more can be And so so although he never knew He was yas a f friend ic d to me rae