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Show I Uncle Walt SABA BERNHARDT. Three hard earned bonea I paid to s great Sura, who was om "divine": she weni a pa green pain through m whene'er when-e'er she spoke a throbbing line. I thought of Jeffries In the ring at Reno, on that fateful day, when Johnson didn't do a thins;, and white men's hopes were cheap 14 hay. Ther was a time when Sura paoed triumphant on the lnslda trark; tin.' since for three decades she grared, fun. like poor .leff, she can't come ha-k. Tlie plaudit,, that she used to win wer fimily rained. lns, long ao; but, like Bat Nelson, ilie's all in. and someone oueht to t'!l her so. There's nothing mdtW than to hear her piping, shrill, discordant tones, which grate upon the shrinking; ear and know that you are nhy three bone. I've looked on ruin oft before; I've viewed old tower and r'mrnhllna: wall; I've seen Joe tT'snnon at tb dr: I've watched the colonels play-Ins; play-Ins; hail; hut nothing ever wrenched mv heart, or from my bosom drew the groans, like poor old Harm slaving Art and I was out. three hard earned bones. Cnpvrlnht. Wl. by George Matthew A:im. |