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Show r Rippling R hymes J By WALT MASON. V PROBLEMS. Some mighty problems now confront us, there is a crisis every cry; one problem canned, some other 'mnt us, and take the joy of life aw; lhe times are grave. I hear my neighbors denouncing things, ihey rant ud roar, they have suspended all 'he'r labors to argue at the Blue Fron1 ,-'ore. I do not Join them in their ran'irc, their crisis rags I do not chew ; al cay L ey See me galllvalng on Useful rran., fro and to. The times are c r.ve; we make them graver by quitting work 10 paw the ground, e'en th ugh lhe spiels we make may savor of ' isaom widespread and profound. I let the problems go to thunder; we are with statesmen well supplied, who tear the jlmcrow things asunder, to kee what works they have inside. A'd all the day I'm busy toiling, 1 m ban King up my humble shack, lo keep my Cherished Cher-ished spuds from spoiling when come the wintry storm and rack. Tht re's loo much talk and too much waddle, there's too much piffle, wind and bunk; and while my nelgh'uis iant and dawdle. I'm salting down run n. i plunk There s too much idle, bootless drooling, too much ot larynx anI of hp; when all the fellows quit their fooiing the problems will gt up and skip oo |