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Show oo ., THE VILLAGE BLACKSMITH. (By W. D. Nesbit in Chicago Evening Post) Under a costly canopy The village blacksmith sltaj Before him Is a touiig car, - Broken to little bits And the owner and the chauffeur, too, Have almost lost their wits. The village blacksmith smiles with glee As he lights his fat cigar He tells his helper what to do To straighten up the car. And the owner and the chauffeur; too, Stand humbly where they are. Tho village blacksmith puffs his weed And smiles a smile of cheer The while iis helpers pump the tires And monkey with the gear And the owner and the chauffeur, too, Stand reverently near Behind the village blacksmith Is The portal of his shop: The shop Is vary large in size, With a tiled roof on tc9 , And the owner and the chauffeur, too, At it were glad to stop. t The children going home fiom sqhool Look In at the open door; They like to see him mako his bills, And hear the owners roar And the chauffeurs weep as they declare de-clare They ne'er paid that before. He goes each morning to the bank And salts away his cash; A high silk bat and long frock coat Help him to cut a dash But the owner and the chauffeur, too, Their teeth they vainly gnash. The chestnut tree long Bince has died, The smith'does not repine; His humble shop has grown into Abulldlng big and fine And It bars "Garage" above the door, On a large electric sign. . nn . |