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Show WHATS YOUR HURRY Slack up, brother, what's your hurry That so recklessly you scurry With you elbows jabbing sideways and your glance fixed straight ahead? Is a minute's time so precious That you needs must 'be ungracious And go tramping on your fellow like a hungry quadruped? i Can't you spare a nod of greeting, Pass the time of day on, meeting? Swap a joke or laugh a little when a neighbor drifts along? Is the dollar so enticing, Is "success" so all-sufficing, That you can't devote a second to a 'brother in tho throng? Do you know your destination? "" It's a quiet little station Where ambition never troubles and the dollars jingle not, Where there is no bootless striving, Sordid scheming or contriving, And the richest man's possession is a little grassy plot. i Why be over-keen for speeding On a trail so surely leading To that lonely little village where we all must come at last? Slack up, brother, what's your hurry, That so recklessly you scurry? You may head af slow procession ere another year is past. Peoria Journal. |