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Show YOUR TOWN If you want to live in the kind of a town Like the kind of a town you like, You need not slip your clothes in a grip And go for a long, .long hike. For you'd only find w-hat you'd left behind; There is nothing that's really new. It's a knock at yourself when you knock your town; It isn't the town; it's you. Real towns are not made by men afraid Lest somebody else gets ahead; For if everyone works and nobody no-body shirks, You can raise a town from the dead. j And if when you make your personal per-sonal stake, Your neighbor can make one too, ! You can make a town what you want it to ibe; It isn't the town it's you. This little poem, whose author is unknown, was sent to the Bulletin by one of its subscribers who had seen it in the "Sheffield (Pennsylvania) Observer." Readers Read-ers may find in it a familiar ring. They nave seen it before, perhaps, per-haps, or, at least, something writh much the same sentiment. Nevertheless, they may, just as the editor did, find in it a renewal re-newal of faith in every citizen's ability to do something for his town. It may give new zest to the desire of everyone to give his town the best service he can, so that instead of standing back while the rest of the world goes by it will join in the parade forward. for-ward. Holding one's place while standing still is impossible. As other towns grow and advance in various ways, standing still merely means being left farther and fartner behind. If a town does not move forward, the result re-sult is the same as if it made a definite attempt to sink backward. back-ward. However, as the versifier says, "You can make a town what you want it to be; . Jt isn't tfcs town it'g you." |