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Show ONE T1IINCJ SI Ki: One thing lu true, when other things are Ilea the taxes rise and higher still they rise. I view the past, tho golden yoHlcrnyear, when ' twenty bones would make my rcc-jord rcc-jord clear. Yea, twenty bucks would t cover all my tax, and yet I yelled 'like forty-seven yaks. "The govern-! govern-! ment." I need to sadly say. "Just : holds mo up. and bears my wad away." aw-ay." A hundred bones, where once I coughed up ten, 1 now dig up for j tax-collecting men; assessors come 'i'l'd cinch my bottom plunk. this ' thing Is true, though other things be bunk. And yet. perhaps, if taxes I were to shrink, the land we love would soon be on the blink. We're ; paving roads, and building liner schools, and ornate Jails to house I bootlegging fools; the money goes, i blown In with princely grace. to jfake tho world a nobler, better place If this Is true It Is not wise to roar : because we're cinched far tighter than of yore. If this Is true, we s'ould be dead-game, sports and i ghully help our colleges and courts, help build the Jails and boost the football team, while banners float aril eager eagles scream. One thing Is true, when other things are lies If there's no gas the motor always dies. t |
