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Show The Cold-Morning Hustle. How dear to the heart la the pold-mornlng hustle That sends folks along at a vigorous gait; ' That makes e'en the men folks put on i quite a bustle . . . . As If ev'ry one were a half honr late, yfce red, tingling noses, hands deep la tha pockets ' fTae turned-u'p coat collars and grimly The forms scooting on with the speed of a rocket;.. . i With never a hint of a surcease or pause-That pause-That businesslike hustle, that catch-a-train hustle. That cold-morning hustle with never a pause. t . Np matter how poky you may be in summer, sum-mer, You take on a move when the mercury's down. Your face may be glum till it couldnt grow glummer. But atUi ypu'U rush onward n spite of your frown.' The wind in your face and your shoulders drawn upward. Wl.lt e frost on your whiskers and tears in your eyes, 'Twould drive almost any teetotaller cup-ward cup-ward And make him crave summer in spite . 111 UC IIIB That mls-rable hustle, that Ill-tempered hustle. . The cold-morning hustle when ev'ry one flics. But eometlme next August when you are most meltins And hunting the shade Just as hard as you can. You'll pa mso and reflect, while you loosen your belting. . On what it would mean If, instead of a fan, -fou'd catch but a breath of tha wlnter- time breeses That came from the bay when old Boreas Bo-reas reigned; Eo now when so cold that your very blood freexes And nothing of comfort caa e'er be obtained. ob-tained. Just think of next August with all of its swelter And thank your good stars you're as cold as you are-Then are-Then keep up your hustle, your cold-morning cold-morning hustle. And thank ail the saints you're as cold - as yon are. Baltimore American. |