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Show f . Rippling Rhymes By WALT MASON VACATION. And now the ctiy dweller dreams I of forpsts. moors and lonely fens of I speckled trout in mountain etreams and rufous deer that roam the glens When summer comes with brassj skies, who does not long for thiuus hire these, for outings where the noun-tains noun-tains rise, or In the shade of lordly trees And surely, men who toil and ' spin for weary months, and give their j best, when rattled bv the city's din, I should have one month of helpful resl One month of loafing in the dells, I Where Nature dors h. r smoothest work, and man would come baek wearing wear-ing bells, to do his stunt as sh'pping clerk. One month of campim: n the wild, the office chairs all left behind and man would then be reconcil ed to j his demintion. beastly grind. One month of trapping grizzly bears, of catching codfish In the sea, of chasing bobcats to their lairs, and man would do the work of three. Thouch earnestly earn-estly we workers try to plan out fine vacation schemes, the cost of living is I so high we have to take t, out in dreams The grocer and the butcher still Insist on having all we earn, so we pass up ihe windswept hill, the woodland and the brae and burn The iceman and the plumber the scented breezes hum, we can t enjoy them as thev blow. |