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Show HUNT STOP MY I'APKU Don't stop my paper, printer; don't strike my name off yet Yo.i know the times are hard, and dollars hard to get; Hut try a little harder is what I mean to do, And scrape the dimes together, enough for men and you. 1 can't afford to drop it, und I find it doM'ii't pay To do without u paper, however others may; halo to ask the neighbors to give me their's on loan, They don't just say, but mean it, Why don't you have your own? You can't tell how we miss it, if it by any fate Should happen not to reach us o;- come a little late; Then all is in a hubub, and thing.- go all awry And printer, if you're married, you'll know the reason why. The children want those stories, and husband's anxious too, At first to glance it over and then to read it through; I read the editorials, the locals I pur-j use And read the correspondence and I every bit of news. o I |