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Show SOUP CART PHILOSOPHY (New York City) I watched n tousled worklngman A-slouchlng down the street; Ills hands stuffed in his pockets, lialf through his shoes li Is feet. Hero and there and aimlessly Ho wandered .as In doubt, A pitiful oxamplo of Tho genus "down nnd out." I nsked the man for what ho smight; "Just klllln' tlmo," ho said, "Till soup cart tills ovonln' And my half a loaf of bread. "Tho p'fessor at tho Whlto Houso Calls It 'psychological.' Wo ask for work, ho gives advlco Quito pedagogical. Thrco million men In this fair land Without a tap o' work, Four hundred thousand in this burp From lahoror to clerk. A long, thin, tired lino Wnltln' to bo fed At tho souucart this ovcnlu' And a half a loaf of bread. "Aw, this Now Freedom wished on us," To h -with It! I sny. I'd ruthor havo my old Job 'jacK And toll twelvo hours n day; I Homo when tho whlstlo blowy, A meal o' hearty grub, A smack for my old lady, 1 And somo candy for tho cub. I Yes, to h with this Now Freedom! I What do I cot Instead? i Tho soup tart this ovonln And a half a loaf of bread! "I may bo slow, but this I -know Without no nrguraont Thnt when tho Domocrats nro In Wo'ro out and then repent. We've time to 'think It over now, Threo million mon and mo, And wo's nbout decided on A chango of policy. Yes, tlmo a-plenty now to think, Hut wages not a red. Thanks! It's soup cart this ovonln And a halt a loaf of broad." |