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Show LOVE-LYRIC OF ? A FALLEN HERO It's funny how old friends will pass you, When once you are bumped to the street; They're like a nail when you're earning earn-ing tho kalo. But they blow when you've tasted defeat. As( sweet Ely Edna told me:' "Us broads has our views on some things. We figure two pair ain't quite as much j thore S As Aces that hold up three Kings! This life seems a bit of a gamble With tho breaks for the fellows who hold The cards what are sharked and often- 1 times marked, While tho sucker lads kick In the gold. j I remember when sweet Ely Edna was the fairest of all on the coast She could fill ninety carts with busted up hearts. That all said they loved her the most. But, say, I am vlsitln' lately Down south in New Orleans town. I orders somo beans from one of tho ) queens ' And starts straight to strangle them down. Acrost from me sits a poor figure With lines of the world on her face. ' Of all the Janes what has flittered my panes, She's sure tho worst bet In the place. She catches my gaze an' sho spiels me: "You're changed quite a little bit, too. I knowed you, old pal, whon I was a gal But we've aged, just as all of 'em do!" I scarce can believe it is Edna, J My Edna what once was so fair. jQ Her face loomed up quaint, though she had lots o' paint, ", And I knowed she sure dyed up her hair. "I'm gettin' plumb tired o' this grievin'," She cracks with a sob in her voice. "I'm down like a wretch and I'm hit-tin' hit-tin' the stretch Where I'll pull up an also-ran choice." With the sayin' of this she's pullln' A bottle from out a frayed bag. At first I am thinkin' she's startln to flrinlHn' And easin' her mind with a Jag. But, say, she heaps over the table, And soon sho is breathin' her last. She gives one last look, like the girl In the book, And then all her troubles is past. I guess that I'm sheddin' a briny. For she was a good pal at that! But It all goes to prove that you're lost in the move When you're licked and have fallen down flat! J vS "Wo don't know the Becond half of this concerto." "Nevermind; the audience won't let I us get as far as that!" London B Opinion. |