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Show c f. The Community Newspaper By BOB ADAMS. OF ALL the sheets from East to West the local pap?r it the belt. Deep is our love and deep our debt to Record, Journal or Gazette. When firt I landed on this ball, a bit of flesh wrapped 'round a squall, it welcomed me with joy and pride my life Has never justified. It follows me my whole life through, with words all kind and mostly true; and even after 1 am hearsed 'twill tell my best ajid hide my worst. When in Oshkosh or Wickiup 1 wander homesick as a pup, or if in foreign lands I roam, it brings me pleasant pleas-ant news of home. Across the sands, across the sea, the old home paper comes to me. It is a friend both true and tried, and to it, gents, I point with pride; yet, I will hock my Sunday pints to pay up six years in advance. |