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Show , , I . More Truth Than Poetry By JAMES J. MONTAGUE Hit WOY. It wasnt so very long ago' Laat year, seems like, tp me When be waa feeUa' sick, or low I'd take him en my knee, . An' teU bins storlee fur a while ' About some Injun fight, ' An' pretty soon he'd sort a amlle An' say be fall aU right. t mind th tlm be broke his no In tumblln off a stack. Last week. It eecma but goodneaa knew) Twaa mebbe twelve year back! Row akeered I was 'twould spile hla face, ' Vntll j.he Doctor cam An' aet th bla ma thing back ta place, . An' gollyl be was gamsl An' here hs's In a cap aad gowa A-getthY a degree. . His foreheed furrered In a frown While lookln' down at me. ' A reg-lar full-growa DA?m he looks Besides tkat dry ole Dean. An' he haa read more study books Than I bare ever aeeol He's able now to make bla way . With an that college lore. Be told me only yestsrdsy Hs won't be helped no more. Tm proud e blra, but now an' than. In spite ef all he'd did. I wleh I bad him back again, A little helpless kid I ,,' ALAtl . XJf hi merely a nonstop working contest. NO CHIP OFF THI OLD ILOCK Young Doug-ess Fairbanks baa signed a moe-u contract for tio.004 a year. Hla father mast regart the child aa a plksr. THEN COMia THI PAF.TINO. The fool Is accompanied by his money only si far aa the door of the bucket shop, . A WONDER. , ' Our theatrical producer ought to lose no tlm In signing up ths press agent of Lenlne's famllj pbysiciaa. . (Coovrleht. ltlx. bv The Ball fjvndlcate. Inc.) a ' ' |