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Show A BOYISH PRANK. A bright young chap Not yet sixteen, Stole out one night With Dad's machine. Picked up his chum And then two girl?. They, too. were kids-Still kids-Still wearing curls. They rode awhile At a moderate rale. Then speeded to A dizzy gait. Their shouts rang out Each one was thrilled. They hit a man He had been killed! A sudden hush. 'They sped aw;... ' Swore not to tell To their dying day. i Conscience then Began to pain. I And the lad told of The man he'd slain Away to jail' No power to stay iH The law's firm course Bih I On judgment day. Behind the bars, In lock-step rank, He's paying for A boyish prank. |