Show IF SUCH THERE BE GO MARK HIM WELL Breathes there them a man with soul so dead who never to himself has said That editor has quite a head Im I'm glad slad I take tale his paper Hes He's got gota a raft o. o of grit and sand he prints the news of of of- all the land laud he boosts the town to beat the band hand and that's the proper caper He soaks the grafters in the neck he saves the Ship of State from wreck hes he's J Johnnie Johnnie John John- olm- olm nie on the spot by heck when things thing's are in ill a jumble He writes the ads that bring the dough he chases allour all allour allour our gloom and woe he tells us all we want to know know and and yet he is quite humble He never gets a bit stuck up hes he's worked since Hector was a pup to earn his daily bite and sup and have a little over I know we owe him many plunks so let us shame the other skunks and furnish him with kale in chunks wherewith to live in clover E. E. E F. F McIntyre |