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Show MY NEIGHBOR H By Walt Mason H I love my neighbor as myself, and I H wish him peace and pie and p'elf,Jot i H human nature's strong in me, and H when I look across and sec my neigh- H bor rending clothes and hair, and H sorer than a poisoned bear, because H hard luck has swatted him a grievous H jolt right in the glim. I do not feel J H one-half as bad as if that luck myself j H I had. In face It's painful to relate H I rather like to contemplate my H neighbor when he's in despair, and iH biting chunks out of the air. But IH when he toddles to my place. I pull ,H a sympathetic face, and tell him how iH my bosom bleeds, give him the solace I iH that he needs, and send him home- ' H ward with a smile; you see, my heart , H is full of guile. It's just a common, ' H garden heart, responding more to L private smart, than to the painful H stings and pricks which may atflict H the other hicks. My trifing boil will llH gall me more than big carbuncles, H three or four, which, may adorn my jH neighbor's neck, and 'make his life a iH grewsome wreck. It is a sad thing jH to confess; and yet we're much alike, iH I guess. Copyright, 1916. , M |