Salt Lake Telegram | 1932-09-05 | Page 4 | Just Folks

JUST FOLKS DU Copyright 1932 by Edgar A. A Quest Guest THE BRIDGE PLAYERS PLAYER'S WAIL Had I the gift gUt of ot writing song And did I know how music's caught With quarter notes and halves es and long Id I'd frame irame a tune to this one thought With which the bridge fiends fiend's mind Is fraught And set it down In black and white To play on fiddle strings drawn taut tout I I didn't hold a card tonight Id I'd drone of perfect bids g gone ne wrong Despite what Culbertson has taught Id I'd have the brasses come in strong The flutist Joining in the sport Would blow until his breath runs short A solemn and a tragic flight The drums would rattle this report I didn't hold a card tonight A dirge with tolling bell and gong gon Should fit all losers so 80 distraught Who think high cards to them belong To hold them rivals never ought Of battles without weapons fought An anthem of ot despair Id I'd write For all who mutter overwrought I didn't hold a card tonight I ENVOI L-ENVOI Prince as the dealt out I X sort However sorry arry bc bemy be c myNo my- my plight No o pity in this way if d court J i L L. J I Ol ft a ihU 7 a v