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Show ILI WILBUR D. NEiPBITj 3Z TIPS r ch I mm ! See the p.-cp'e after tips Wanting t;ps! Cabmen, busmen, depot porters, cabin stewards en the ships! How they ermvd you and they rush you, How they shine you and they brush you Till your hand all weary clips In your pocket for the dime They are after all the time Though they'd bray you in a mortar If they thought they'd get a Quarter! O, the tips, tips, tips, tips, Tips, tips, tips! Mr. Poe wrote of the bells But hotels Of these latter days bad wrung a cry of anguish from his lips. First the stately carriage sentry. Then the erown prince in the entry. And the hoy who grabs your grips, And the boy who brings the ink, Or the water you would drink, And the boy who checks your garments-All garments-All of these hope for trieir torments Many tips, tips. tipd. tips, Tips, tips, tips! Poe wrote verses that appeared Rather weira On the bells not bellboys, brother! O, that he could write another Clanging poem on the way Tips are smilingly farced from us every day! How we creep to bed all nervous With no lullaby to hush us T. est some other bent on service Shall come in and wildly brush us! How we marvel at the speed with which our pocket money slips Tn the lips that we are giving There's the higher cost of living! O, the tips! |