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Show ' Just Folks V Edaat A. Guait A HI SB AND WONDERS. Why must it be when I come home from town Tired of the streets snd wsnt to settle down. Thst evening she will order me instead Off to the grocer's for a losf of bread? Why must It be? For thirty years, I swear, I've watched it! Let me settle in my chair. Thinking I've gained ths rest thst I desire. She'll say: "Go down and aee about the fire." For hours if oa my weary lega I stand. Her krvefy lips will utter no command. com-mand. But let ma seek the couch for forty winks,-Thst winks,-Thst moment of some pressing need she thinks. If in my chair a restful hour I'd psi s. That ia the time I ought to cut the grass. Why must this be? I've asked the men I know And all they answer is they've found it so. (Copyright 1937, for The Telegram.) . t |