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Show I Uncle Walt 1k Pot PUowrW BOMB OOKBOLATIOir. I am old andgray and spavined and I look like to cants, but 1 have one eonsola-tloa eonsola-tloa now that lira la la Ita fall; I oaa alt upon a boulder, with my back against the retire, and forget my trlbulatlooe whaa I see a came of bell. Oh. 1 love to aeo old fellows In the sere and yellow leaf, sitting, happy, on the blearhere. yelling SftT-aoYeo wayel Tor the time they have forgotten all about old age's gTlef. they shriek appreciation of the home team e feny plays. 1 am old and atlft and aweenled. and my ringbones bother much, and the undertaker eyeo me In proprietary atyla. but I'd ao to aeo the bail Samoa If I had to uee a crutch, and I'll yell Ilka ten hyena, hy-ena, aa I wave my ancient tile. You may ay I'M full of eodllah. that my block la out of plumb, when I make the aad con-feeelen con-feeelen that an old maa me annnya. If ha moona around hie dooryard. looking woe- , becono aad (lorn, when ho ailaht be at the ball aamo, ralelnc thunder with the bore. If you ere ao baaatly ancient that roo do not feel a thrill when the home team's wtnnlns laurele and a aorceoua lot of fame, you ahonM rent a hearee to haul von to the honeys rd on the hill: for it a mlahty foetlab lltrlna whoa you're weary of the game. |