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Show A MODERN INSTANCE My neighbor Swanson, passing wise believed in lots of exercise. He took long tramps through dales and dells, and swung huge cjlubs und Iron bells and all his frame was hard as nails; he was a model for all males. And he would come to me and say, "Why do you lonf the livelong day?' You are too fat for any use; for such waste there's no excuse. Why don't you walk twolve miles or nlno. and have a shapely form like mine, and have a shapely and in his grave, while I sit here and slng and rave. He was so blithe 3 weeks ago. Then came the fin and laid him low. The same disease mix ed things with me. and lost its pep and had to flee. The rules of health are tiresome stuff; they make life's sledding doubly rough, and I have always let them slide, and I hang on where health fans died. I do not sit up in distress to count the sym-ntoms sym-ntoms I possess. A dozen scouts and more than that have told mo In! too beastly fat; I ' ought to follow where thoy led and I hang on and they are dead. I eat too much and I despise all modern forms of exercise; exer-cise; and still I live and write my verse while wiser men engage tho hea rso. |