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Show MARVELS. ' Every time I mn my motor, dodging through the crowded mart, I remiulc, i "I bless the voter who invented such a cart!" Every time I use the wireless that invention makes a hit; when I ;use my cooker firelcss I'm inclined to throw a fit. When I hear an airp'ane chooing, chugging through the balmy air, I obsere, "There's something doing, do-ing, something stirring everywhere! All the world is full of wonders, still they come an endless troop; science stands aloft and thunders, 'I have scored anbther scoop'" Oft 1 wonder, While pursuing flies that try to use my Ibrow, what will mortal men be doing I In a hundred years from now? Oft I I wish that things were ordered o a 'dead man might come back now and Ithen, from regions bordered by old : Jordan, cold and black; long enough to look around him and behold what men have don since the pain whit rider found him, and his course on earth was run. Granddad dies in '87; could he come back for a day see tho airships grazing heaven what would tr.at old gaffer eay? But the dead men come back never, and the sleepers ran t keep tab on Invention and en deavor, from b.-ncath the graveyard slab. |