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Show Victory Always in "Playing the Game" "For It Isn't the Wlnnlnn That Makes n Man, but It's Plnylnrf the Game on the Good Old Plan." Oh. much have I read In in and verse. Ami many n tale Is toM Tbst mukos a fellow to-ila m norso Than tho 'viinilrful tuiy if old A rcKnlnr n (lift without all") Ills miiHti-r- prldo unit liU wrnt' Joy, A bltf-brnlned, muKculur moilul tHy, A wonderful boy of gold He could Jump as far as a kangaroo. And run llko a hunted hare. Whatever ho said was lirnva mid true, Whatever he did was fair Tho "unmilnR" that makes your sennet swim, And your hair itacd up, and your eve Brow dim. Was a ktnd of lolly Kood Joka to hlta Ho did It with time to rpare Whenever he bowled ho gAlned a hat s Hy rcatterlnK wickets Uires tie punished the bowlltiK and kept hi tat As itrulKht ns n bat rould bo, Oil, the ball he slouKid and the balls ho snicked, And Kiwis tio saved and the goals ho kicked. And tint uluatnrlng bullies ha fouitht and licked, Weru a marvelous sight to seet And now he n Judfto In a tip-top wig, A Colonel, or Colleitn Don. This wonderful boy who started big And miver alopptd RettlnK mil Knr no one ever could call a hult To Hie itoy who was born without a fault . . Though I take the tiniest Brain of salt With tho tuto of the purason. Hut ho kept a rule. If a thing seemed right I hope I may keen the same To go nnd do It wlih all hi mluht And har-tly a ti'oUKht of fame; 1'or t Isn t the wi.-.nlne that make r roan, lint it's playlnr the game on the gow old plan. A hard und itraUth as a mortal can-In can-In fact Iti", playing tt came. Iffy London Punch. |