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Show oo WAITING FOR YOU. A SONG OF VACATIONS. (Charles Irvln Junkin In Puck.) Down hv the shore where the breezes will blow, Freah from the sea, with Its ebb and ' Its flow, Smelling of oysters and scraps of old fish. Fragrant with chowder and other salt dish, Stands the hotel, and the chief and his crew. Shlnem and Bltem, are waiting for you ! Up in the mountains, beneath the blue sky, Rocks and the eagle, and everything high. Stunning old pines, and tho hemlock and aBh, Slx-by-ten rooms for thp ten-by-six cash. Stands the Bird inn, and I'm telling you true. Bleed em and Soakem are waiting for you ! Out on the farm, where the chickens and ducks Turn out tho eggs with the quacks and the 'chicks; Onions and radishes, limas and-corn, Mother's own pie, and, as sure as you're born, Right up-to-date and quite ready to "io," . ' Pickom and Pluckem, aro waiting for you! Go where you will, for vacation or sport, Start away long you will stumble back shorf, Pocketbook empty; but listen and learn Winter is coming, and tables will turn. Pluckem and Pickem will turn up ln town, ' Then w'e'wifl get' them and do them up brown!. oo |