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Show Ripplirig' I Rjhymes l By WALT MASON. NO AUDIENCE. T-.v neighbors all have had the flu, its fiercest pangs they claim to know, and so there is no man in view who'll 'listen to my tale of woe. Oh, none i wih hearken to the tale of all the ag-jony ag-jony I knew, or pay attention to my wail my neighbors all have had the flu. I'd like to have some chasto dis-icasr dis-icasr that no one else has ever tried; sone new affection of the knees, or an leruptiou of the hide; then I could talk jthc- livplong day of aches original and now. and no cIicpjj skate could rlso anct say, "I've had ihat ailment -worse than you." Then I could look with I high disdain on all the people of this jgrau. who wrestle with old-fashioned pafn. the chestnut ills that Adam had. 'Then in my joy I know J'd make the welkjn echo with my song; alas, one cannot choose his ache, he has to take ,whal comes along. Oh, sickness makes .the spirit sag, and all the anguirh Is I in vain, if one can't stand around and brag, and show some diagrams of i pain. And none will listen to my spiel i of faudy suffering I knew; men care no hoot how tough I feel, for all the boyri have had the flu. oo |