Salt Lake Telegram | 1936-03-02 | Page 4 | Just Folks

Just Folks By EDGAR A. A GUEST WINTER VINTER CONTRAST They grumbled at the wint weather Who Vho were so richly gowned And yet et their feet in solid leather Jeather Had never touched the ground And though the wind blew bitterness bitter bitter- ness flees All day along the street They'd but a small device to press To ride in summer heat They stood in groups and sadly muttered Harsh words worda about the storm Nearby a radiator sputtered Keeping the hallway allway warm sheltered Safe-sheltered snug nug and all aU se seren serene serene se- se rene ren e eThey They rode the blizzard through And just how cruel it had been Not one among them knew That day along the streets went many Deep to the marrow chilled Seeking to earn the precious penny By which mans man's wants are filled Heads down against the wind they stumbled Battling the swirling snow That pain of at which the others grumbled Theirs ever every hour to know Copyright 1936 Edgar A. A Guest