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Show SALT LAKE AUDITORIUM ASSOCIATION. "SKATING SONG." After tho toil of the day is done, We long for an hour of pastime and fun, So down to the Rln' tvlvere all is beauty and rhyme, Wo drift with the crowd, sure of a rattling good time. No thought of "bank failures," or Wall street decline, de-cline, As we chat with our comrades and skate up in line, For the smile on the faces of all that we meet Tells a story of pleasure that at last is complete. We glance all around us, up at spectators' seats, All crowded and jolly, strange so many one meets. But when once wo can skate and feel the sensation, sensa-tion, We all join in saying 'tis tho sport of tho nation. CPIORUS Gliding, skating, over the glassy space, Rolling so smoothly, we challenge a race. The couples, they start at the pop of the gun, And win in tho race, if they make the home run. Some lose off their skates, which is meanest of fates, For the skates balk like bronchos, unless fitted in mates, But the racers show "skill at remarkable rate Till the Manager changes the board to "All Skate." Then again at 9:30 the Grand Maroh takes place, When the ladies and gents skate with ease and with grace, And the band plays the tune, "Any rags, any bones, any bottles today," But tlvey never skate the march in the same old way. Clear the lloor, "The Gong Sounded," the Manager Man-ager stepped out; "Couples race is the next; some will win without with-out doubt." The pistol flashed up in the glare of the light; One, two, three! "snaps the signal, now begins the race fight. Someone soon takes a tumble, the skates fly like a kite, The others raced onward, hugging corners so tight; And swifter and faster, they race with all might, For each were so sure they would win it that night. Around and around, what a beautiful sight, That reminds one to say, sure that time in its flight. But at last the race is ended, all passed under the wire, Number One has the first place, for they raced like wild fire. |