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Show TOM'S ACROSTIC. Harry Bowring's establishment is coming to the front with harness and this is the song the poet sings after dealing with the foreman, Thomas Biddle: Thomas Biddle! with his thread and needle, Harness he'll make, without flaw or break - On every horse fit, to bridle and bit! Move to his shop, your money to And you will not plead, for none him exceed. Stout are his saddles, and stamped fine as marbles, Before you will buy; come judge with your eye, In every respect, you'll find things correct. Do not hesitate, for you'll find not his alternate. Do better you can't in all things you want. Lovely they look, not some old truck. Enjoy your lives, you and your wives! J. N. M., Brigham City, Utah. |