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Show Just Folks By EDGAR A. GUEST RETURN Home from the summer cottage, home from the wasps and flies, And the whlppoorwlll's constant - shrieking, and the crows that early rise. And the doors that are slammed by the youngsters day long on their cookie quest ! Home to the city comforts, good beefsteak, good beds and rest I Home from the summer madness from lights which are lost for hours. Whenever the lightning flashes; back home to a florist's flowers And napkins of spotless linen which cling to a stout mans vest. Home to the city pleasures news-pspers, news-pspers, new books and rest! Home from the summer playtime away from the static sones. Where a radio catches something more dulcet than wails and groans. Away from the bleating lambkins and th overhead hornet's nest. Home to the toilsome city of traffic traf-fic and trade and rest! |