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Show 1 Rippling' I Rhymes By WALT MASON. l I THE SQUARE MAN. Compliments we have to spare, wreaths for all deserving jays, when I we ISy a man is square., we have l prung our highest praise. We throy I laurels left and right, saying limp1- son is a peach, lohnsing is a brilliant I wlKt, coppinc all the coin in reach; I Smith is surely hard to beat wheu Q4 I aims to Bins a on.e lackson lands H upon his feet when the luck is break- I ing wrong. Every fellow has his gift I has si. me qualities we prize, and you'll I always find us swift handing praiaft I to worthy guys. Hut the highest I praise we know is that tribute rich and I rare, which we charily bestow "He I is absolutely square." And that I praise you ll aever earn ' 'ii !o noi ,11 pay your debts if your eoin oU .1 blithely burn while the other fellow 1 weata If you retail with our pep II or your larynx, gossip vain, if the I rights of oiher men you with in- HJ loll tice disdain; If you make the sledd- ln hard for your neighbor, us h wends if you have but small regard for the feelings of your friends: If tils I god to whom von pray is your Selt I I here derlare that the boys will neva say. 'He is absolutely square" M no , fJ |