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Show Rippling i Rhymes By WALT MASON. FARM AND CITY. The hours of night bring calm repose re-pose upon the quiet farm; the weary husbandman thre knows BWeet slum-1 slum-1 ber's fullest, charm Refershed in spirit, brain and brawn, he rises wearing bells when dippy roosters greet the dawn with Idiotic yells, How different it is in town, where wear people weep; in vain the laborer l:- down to have a slice of sleep. The Streets are full of strident noise thai jars the nighth shades and giddy girls and buoyant boys sine ragtime serenudes. And bnc speedsters whli :'lonp in whanging motor ears, anc' greet with yells and ribald song the pale, disgusted stars Belated pluus, with noisy hoofs, to stable-, gallivanl and agrant cats on metal roofs at terupr a buchouse chant And so the man who needs his -leep becomes a ghastly wreck; ?nd in the morn he I cannot keep from muttering. "By Iheck!" A night of sleep would S0( the I hi BOtll, and heal life's sores and 'stings, but morning finds him in the hole, and he exclaims, "By jings!" i 00 |