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Show The Broken Towol. When I think of the towtl, Thu old fashioned towel, That used to haug titur tho printing house door, I can think of nobody In these duys oi shoddy That could hammer out Iroti to wear as tt wore. The "dovll" who used It, Thu tramp who abused it, Tho "co m p." who gui at It whuu thoso two wero Koue. Tho make-up, tho foreman, The editor (pour man). Each lubbud some grime off, whllo thoy put u heap ou. In. over and under, It was blacker than thunder, Harder llmu poverty, ruughur than sin, On thu roller upuiulud, It never was bended, And flapped ou tho wall llko a banner of tlu. It grow harder and rougher And blacker and tougher Aud dally took ou u more Inkier huo, Until one windy uiornlug, Without any warning, It fell on thu floor uud was broken lu two. Now York Sun. |