Show I r rn SMILE AWHILE By LEE HINGSTON 1 O Q th the tho wind wl without hout is tuning up the sinews of its ts throat an ana and anda anJa a lonely crooning but It cannot get my goat for what though the rattle to the melancholy tone ne whether Bangor or Seattle Is the pl plIm Im I'm alone no sad musing shall betide me even though Im I'm shorn my soy tobacco Jar beside me and my books upon the shelf Life may b hi deceiver and the future loom up dire but Ive I've got the works of Lehat Le what hat more can man desire Why to bright lights should shoud I sally waste my my manly many powers when right here Is Charles and hi Tom Burke of Ours and It puts a happy tint on all the lineament to foregather with Jack HInton and I laugh with Mickey Free I h hi ha until Im I'm weary of the war weve we've Just been through and mine eyes giand gland gi gr grand and bleary c calculating taxes due Though I revel In the glories gorles of u uwe Uwe tl U we won at last there Is something in the stories of those soldiers past they who had to have a valet one to every two or three ar ai somewhat wont to dally daly with th the wine of Mickey Free that rather madly as I rea read about the same and that vanished soon an with our high efficient efficient- game They might rollick some and rev rev no on one knew but they played the very devil on the field fled of V For those wars no taxes hit me so my victuals all agree as I light and sit eit me down t to laugh with Mickey Free |