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Show JUST FOLKS By EDGAR A. GUEST 1 ' CALLIRS. I've put away the easy chair. My drak with book I strew. I've left no space for atttlng thara Aa onra I used to do. Tve stripped tha plcturee from the wills, The carpet from tha floor But every visitor who cslla Enjoya my room tha mora. Tune waa I flaunted posters two, "I'm busy!" one proclaimed. The other: "I have work to do!" But net ena man they ohaiaed. The callers read them with a grin, atom pre teed the massive print, ' But no ona that I ushered tn Would take thara aa a hint, T To keep the wlndewa closed I tried, - 1 I've let the air grow aula, -One month I flung them open wide And shivered In a gala, But still they came and atlll lhay stayed, ' And atlll they com and etay. t Aa If tha hour of day were made er thent ta chat away. I write thla now to Justify The dreadful deed I dread. If I ehsll let ar temper flv And strike aim. caller dead, Yt'hen full confession I hsve atede Prepared to my the price, . TUlnk of the coumlsrs hours ba etayed .Willie 1 waa being Dice. .a iCopyruUU, 'IU, fcdger A, Ctnast-l - |