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Show Where Home Is. I am weary of lock-outs and conl smoko Of ralluiiyK nml ciilitilos niul iioIhcj I long to Kii buck to tlii rountry Wlurc nnrc I wim "one of the boys." To cat miixh-uml-iullk wltli the mitlvci Ami .in up FtorlFH ilown nt the xtoru. To Klcpp on the flit feather lied-tlok Tlint'M built nwny up from the tloorl I nm weary of iIihIrIhr nml crowillnu. Of tlnndleg anil lnekeyH nml mich; I long (o ko bark to the country Where "xlinw" In not overly much To c-ut mnther'H iloUKhiuitn nml (lapjackt Anil holler Heroin our buck lawn At lU'lKlitlnir I knew when n youni?iiter- Thoie neighbor of thrift and ol hraw n. I nm weary of tolling nml hoplns, Of tolling nml hoping ngnln: I long to go trick to the country Ami pllp to bed promptly nt 10; To sit In the olil-faihloned parlor And rent with ull trouble discharged. Jiift refit In the old patch-work cushion. cush-ion. And gaze nt the pictures enlarged. There's fnther and mother end William, And poor little Hen who Is dead And me a fat little Bhaxsr A PICTUIIR OF I'NCI-E. With hair iilatered close to my head; And ulster and Susnu nnd uncle All hunp hi their blnck oval frames. Suspended from nails In the plaster, And under the pictures the namesl Yes. I'm weary of hoping nnd striving, Of slaving all day in tlio din: 1 long to go back to tlio country And think It all over ngaln; To get n new grip on the throttle. Get stenm for the. mountainous land, To gain Inspiration nnd courngo That comes from the. llrm, horny hand! So nt nightfall It's off to tho sleeper. That stnnds In the henrt of the nolso, nut speeds to tho land of my birthplace. Where once 1 was "ono of the boys." 5 3 5 The Romans Again. Over In Homo (New York) history repeats Itself! General Caesar Is Janitor in a twelve-Hat bulletins In tlio Proscenium ilo Publlcusco, across the-court from tho Tiberius Uastllllo. It Is n colli anil marrow-chilling mornltiK In Homo. Calus Pompayus, In his slumbering toga, and with great goose pimples on his legs, Is tiptoeing angrily about his apartment. "A has!" ho cries. "A has! Hero It la sunup In Home, and tho thermometer ther-mometer bulb nt only 37 degrees above freezing!" Hushing wildly to the court bedroom bed-room ho shouts up tho nrea-way: "Citizens, neighbors, boarders, roomers, room-ers, jays who aro visiting and avoiding hotel bills! "Sic semper tyrannus! "Slcccm!" "Sic!" With low muttcrlngs that grow from infinitesimal grumbling into a mighty din of discord, tho populace of tho vicinity of tho Proscenium do Publlcusco Pub-llcusco rushed Into the Areno des Al-leyo, Al-leyo, Marcus Junius Brutus In tho lead. "Pro bono publico!" ho bcllowod. "Portico de front porchio! Down with Caesar!" At this Juncturo Caesar himself Issued Is-sued from tho boiler region and stood aghast, palo und-trcinbllng. Slowly tho menacing mob drew nearer nnd nearer! "S'death! S'denth to tho Janitorlo!" they cried In chorus. Hardly had tho angry echoes died In tho nroa-wny, than Marcus Junius Brutus, nrmod with a frozen wolner-wurst, wolner-wurst, sprang with uplifted band toward to-ward General Caesar. With ono stilling gasp tho Janitorlo wailed: "Kt tu, Brute!" and foil back Into the garbage can, DKAD! "Pro juatlelo!" murmured the crowd. "Nux vomica, ripe tonmtlo yabnnanlo! Kuslitlu'caneo! S'death!" Then they elected Marcus Junius Brutus Janitor, and dispersed forthwith. J ? , Sometimes Needed. Dings "Do you know, Wings, I think It a woefully bad custom, this throwing of rio at newly married couples!" Wings "Yaa?" Dings "Ya! How much better It would bo to, hand It to them In n sack as a nucleus on wlilo.li to begin housekeeping!" |