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Show I Uncle Walt Iff Pot PklloJCB1! TBI BFHSBB 07 OEIOTJB. The sua was sinking ia the west it seemed te do that stnnt, at least; I sometimes think it would ba best if it would set core ia the east. I 'm weary of the rhangeleee scheme on which the solar system runs: the same old moon looks down and beams, tha same old stars, the same old anna. I 'm in a plaintive mood today; a sheriff's writ is in my hand: I eould sot make my business pay I eoukl not run a pea nut stsnd. My heart with deep re sent men t throbs against this weary world of lies. I wasn't built for trr (ling jobs the solar system ia my sise. Or 1 rould run the government, which now is run hy statesmen daft; I'd make Champ Clark look like one cent, and show some things to old Bill Taf. To manage armies in the field, to deal in crowns and build up thrones, the sceptre of a ing to wield for that mv lofty spirit hones. I'm hampered be this world's fool laws, which make me serve, who would command; and peo pie ieer at me because I couldn't run a peanut stand. |