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Show THE HOWL OF THE OWLS TO R. W. S. By T. G Soon the leaves will all ie turning, Andthe candles will be burning At both ends as Winter comes across the hills of asphodel; But while the lights are shining, (All the night owls are repining "For they've lost their best bell-wether; he is married, and it's hell. In the days of yore, when able, , They would sit around a table, And sip the cold libations that would quickly warm the heart; To the tune of "Have another," They would call each other "Brother" And listen to the yarns of him who surely knows the art. Now they wander, sad and weary Through the streets and restaurants dreary The derelicts of the night awaiting guidance to their (ports) While they search each room and lobby, In their quest of Bobby; Bobby Is mowing grass at Centerville, the King of outdoor out-door sports. Now the hungry Hanks are staring Into vacancy and wearing An expression that denotes a lovely thirst akin to pain; In the fading of their glories, They indulge in pointless stories And the barcarolles are dying on the lips that call in vain. In "the grape" they cut no longer For their roll is not much stronger Than sufficient for the purchase of .a bowl of grape-nuts, well As remarked, the lights are shining But the night owls are repining For they've lost their best bell-wether; he is married, and it's hell. |