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Show Uncle Walt I ' The Poet Philosopher J. PIEEPOHT MORGAN, lie's savage as a Jnh-juh bird that flops around with broken wing: he never ! as a friendly word, you uever see him :dan-e and ain'g. He has a dark, forhifl-dlnjc forhifl-dlnjc ai.wi; he has a fierce, aggressive .1a; and when he speaks It's in a growl j that Jura like a crosscut saw. He 'ooks around upon mankind aa though b' d like to slay the ra; the thoughts iliat fentrr In his mind reflected are i.pon hi? fa--. If money makes a man I like thai, and makes him hate to sing and Un.e, 1 m s.lal I'm wearing last ve;ir a hat. and have large patches on I inv punta. If money fr up the soul i arid miks one hate his fellow man. tha rid. man's welcome to his roll I would not be a money fan. When I go hump- ins down the street to buy a volume , of Hid Meiith." the greetings of the frier id I meet warm up my heart, - re- store niv vouih. I would not give their frlendlv smilei". the shaking of their klndlv "hands, for alt J. Plerpont's golden Pllen. and all his railwaji, yachts and lands. I '""pyrisM. "11. hy George Matthew I |