Show in J by walt mason I 1 A u nw some blamed good fellows lie asleep down yonder where the tall grass waves but no one ever comes to weep or plant rosebushes on their graves they calmly rest in paupers beds and wait the judgement jud gement in a row tow no shining tombstones oer their heads no requiem but the winds that blow they were the shiftless ling lads upon a weary world turned loose they never learned to nail the scads and salt them down for winter use it a pretty tough that some must sleep in unmarked bargain counter graves because their plunks they can a not keep the honor a for or the man aho ho saves A man whose eyes are wide apart whose hands are reach ing in n hia his jeana jeans who listens rather to bia his heart than to teachings 0 at hie his brains la Is apt to join the pauper crowd and perish alter after many knocks and wear a cheap old fashioned shroud and slumber in a misfit box whereas it he is shrewd and wise with lips that close up like a hasp and little space between the eyes and hands that hang to what they graap grasp his death will till fill the town with gloom and mourners will bewail the day and he will have a corking tomb in which to loat lost the yeara years away |