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Show THE BOOSTER MAN DIVINE. I'vo heard them sing tho praises of tho booster man divine, I'vo heard them ring the changes both in prosody and rhyme, I'vo seen their soft encomiums heaped up to reach the skies. And tho shining ndulatiou that would dazzlo mortnl eyes; I'vo heard It said that In tho templo of heroic fame This modern man, tho booster, will Indelible his name; When by dint ot faithful labor and indomltablo quest You happen to bo riding on prosperity's pros-perity's high crest, Don't fall to give tho honor and tho glory where It's due, It bolongoth to tho booster man, my friend, nnd not to you. Of courso wo had prosperity beforo he enmo to be, But how we'd live without him now It's difficult to sco. When you foci that shining dollar gripped securely In your palm, And tho reign of "filthy lucre" settles set-tles down sereno and calm, Thon bo fair and glvo tho credit to thnt superhuman man Who can do moro by mere talking thnn a scoro of others cnn. I doubt now If tho world would turn or It tho sun would shino Without tho phonographic one, tho booster man dlvlno. Our Btrccts could nover bo cleaned up, our grass could nover grow, We'd nover havo n waterworks, the wind could novor blow. Ho functions nt tho banquets, wher ever mirth Is found; Ho talks ot things accomplished when tho wine flows freely round. Ho follows up prosperity It nover follows him, For ho'd lend It to tho poor house, whero thoy take such fellows In. But ho makes good times by boosting; ho has nothing elBo to do; I wish I had tho leisure, then I'd bo a booster too. LOUIS W. LAttSEN. |