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Show BOOST AND BOOST Tell us not in mournful numbers that this town's on the bum; rouse up from your peaceful slumbers; get out and make things hum. If we go to . work in earnest we can make things hit on high; "dust thou are, to dust returnest," is a song of by and by. All the past is done forever you can't calf one moment back and the future may come never, this is true, so help me Mack. Now's the time to do your boosting, do not wait tomorrow's dawn, in the grave you may be roosting, all your boosting chances gone. Lay aside your little hammer, grab a horn and toot a few; squelch the kicker's dadblamed hammer ham-mer with a joyful blast or two. This old town is sure a pippin', and we ought to boost it big, when we hear some growling yippin', we should smite him on the wig. Mighty oaks that grow and flourish come from acorns plain and small; with your boosting you may nourish something that may help us all; something that may prove a blessing to the toiling sons of men that's the point that I am stressing boost and boost, then boost again. People love the smil ing booster, and for him they loudly cheer, but they hate the knocking rooster, long to pelt him in the ear. Boost your country and your business, busi-ness, boost the people in your town, they will dub you wise and witty and you'll gain a wide renown. |