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Show AN ESSAY ON FRIENDSHIP (From a High Official Source.) By JAMES J. MONTAGUE Ah, I mourn for old Ohio; thought 'twas something of a wrench When they took me from my trundle bed and set mo on the bench. Though with cruel over-exercise I frequently was vexed In jumping from one public job and landing' in the next; Still, no delegations told me, "We are very fond of you, But, as FRIENDS, wo must inform you that you sjmplv will not do." I can even mourn that era when I ruthlessly was hurled By the rude, remorseless Teddy halfway round the convex world. Though one day I'd be in Gaiam and the next in Uackensack, Or go hurtling like a bullet down to Panama and back, Still, I count those days as peaceful, for no FRIENDS came round to say, "Though wo like you, we must tell you that the voters DON'.T. Good day!" ' Had my ship, instead of sailing to this Presidential port, Only found a sheltered haven in the U. S. Supreme Court, ' Every time I sought my slumber no grim visions I'd have had Of strange figures saying sadly, "They don't want voir, "Bill ; too bad I For a second term we'd back you to the limit if we could, But you haven't got a look inj this we tell you for'your goodl" Friends? I fancied I had thousands trusted, loyal tried and firm-Till firm-Till I kind of intimated that I'd lake a second tet'm. Then, protesting deathless friendship, ench one tolil me witli a sob, "William, we are yours forever; but don't try to linch that job." Friends? I dread tho man who ffreetv"svv-(th aSnd and beaming smile. " f "" Gee ! I wish they'd quit and leay a while ! s ATork American. |