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Show THE OLD BOTTLE By Walt Mason But thero at (ho poorhouso tlio paupers, in sorrow, are sighing and moaning swatting tho (lies; no prldo In tho past no hopo In tho morrow, tltoy nil nro remote from humanity's ties. Yet once tiioy lyid prldo and wholesomo ambition, they looked to tho futuro as brnveV as you; what guided their feet to this present con. dltlon? Just search for tho bottle, and you'll have a cluo. Tho peelers nro busy, consistently Jailing tho homeless nnd Idle, tho fools and knave, and down In tho dungeons the victims nro walling, whllo over tho court houso our bright banner waves. Oh, why do tho Jails In this prosperous regions forever bo lllled with this purposeless crow? And why aro tho criminals counted by legions Just search for tho hot-tlo hot-tlo and you'll find a cluo. And hero aro sad women, worn mothers, who've spoken tho words, all reluctant, that gained them dl-vorco; dl-vorco; tho dreams they onco dreamed dream-ed aro all shattered and broken the talo of their loving has finished Its course. And onco thoy wero brides, nnd wero lovely and blooming, and trusted In men they Imagined wero true; then why nro they plunged In in sorrow consuming? Just search for tho bottlo and you-'U find a cluo. Tho hundreds of children Hint wo meet In our walking, deprived of their birthright, the joy of their years; sad children who dwelt in ' environments shocking, old children whoso faces aro seamed by their tears why, why Is their childhood , thus robbed of Its glory, its beauty and glamor, its roseate hue The answer alns, Is an ngo honored story: Just search for tho bottlo and you'll Imvo a cluo. Wherever there's troublo, wherov-er wherov-er there's weeping, wherever tho vultures vul-tures of grief are allvo; wherever fend women their night watch aro keeping, keep-ing, nnd waiting for footsteps that do not arrlvo; wherever there's squalor, squal-or, wherever tiiero's famlno, If you would discover to whnt it's all duo, its Idlo tho records to deeply examineJust, exam-ineJust, search for tho bottlo and you'll find a cluo. |