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Show THE TALKING HORSE A horse, brought to an evil pass, was given speech, like Balaam's ass, and it remarked, in mournful tones, while rude winds chilled its ancient bones: "My master sits beside the fire, and there he'll talk, and never tire, of equal rights square deals and things of which, the jawsmith always sings, and I. stand haltered to a post, most ready to' give up the ghost. I wouldn't give a picayune, pica-yune, I wouldn't give a moldy prune for any scheme of equal rights that leaves dumb critters out at nights. The squarest deal that man can plan, is framed exclusively for man; while he is fusing with his jaws, devising tax and tariff laws, he lets his poor old pSny wheeze, he lets his trustv roosters freeze I his cow must shiver by the fence be-I be-I cause she has no residence, his dog must ! sleep beneath the barn, and never does he care a darn. I wish the world were changed around, and horses had the right to pound and bullyrag and starve the men you'd see some dizzy doings : then! My boss would stand here, nice and cool, and I'd be in there playing ! pool, or sucking cider through some straws, and arguing some blame fool ! laws!" Then, having told what he de- sired, the poor old war-worn plug expired. ex-pired. I Walt Mason. j |