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Show INVESTIGATING A PACKING HOUSE. I stood outside a packing house, Preparing to go In; I ventured thus at duty's call, And world applause to win. My friends Iri tears stood by my sldo Old Doctor Brown was there; Tho good old man had come to see That I had proper care. I first put on a rubber suit, With gloves that lit full tight; In left hand I took tanglefoot And moustrap In my right. About my head they drew a cap, Around my npek they tied A cloth well saturated with A strong formaldehyde. Into my mouth they placed a gag Of medicated pine, Then 'round my waist they hooked with care A trailing safety-line. They stuffed my nose with parallne, Put goggles on my eyes, They plugged my cars, then coated them. With concentrated lyes. They bathed me well In kerosene, Then tested one by one Ttio applications they had made, And, lo, tho work was done. In grave anxiety and fear An earnest prayer I read; "Now I consent but don't" stay long." Tho good old doctor said. H. G. |