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Show EVERY TUB. I don't know much of All and Cals. I'm not informed on economics; I skip the editorials And read the news and sports and comics. I hear that out in Iowa The farmers now are discontented, And other people, so they say Would like to see some law invented in-vented By which they all were guaranteed Good clothes, a car, and room, and feed. But all along I've always found That life is pretty much a tussle, And man, to keep above the ground, Has got to think and got to hussle. Some folks are always asking aid, Yes, each community has got 'em, Yet every tub that man has made Has got to stand on its own bottom. I do not mean to kick and blame, But every man must do the same. I raise ray children with a pen, And with a pen I clotthe and feed 'em, I write a volume now and then, But there's no law to make folks read 'em, No law to make the well get sick To help unfortunate physicians, No men who manufacture brick By circulating long petitions And all the helpless lumberman Can do is the best he can. The grocer opens up his store, A stock and other things he buys him. But there's no fine or sentence for The folks who fail to patronise him He has to rustle for his trade, Not wish for cutomers, but spot 'em Yes, every tub man ever made Has got to stand on its own bottom. And that's about the only way I ever saw to make things pay. The Jordan Journal. |