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Show 1 gsj iw.u 1 iF.t'iM-X-arai to j ! Rippling Rhymes 9 Dy WAf MASON. B GLAD TIDINGS. With joy let tho messago be spoken, all over this suffering land. Tho backbone back-bone of winter is brokon, and spring, gentle spring is at hapd. For long weary months we've been nourished on sleet and such hideous stuff; tho backbone of winter has flourished, but now spring Is calling its bluff. Th breeze has a scont that is vernal, suggesting sug-gesting the tulip and rose; tho buu,, in its Journey diurnal, is shedding 1 some heat as It goes. The. robin, reliable reli-able token of springtime, is seen on the lawn; the backbone of winter is broken, the season of blizzards is gone. Yes, March, as you say, is afflicted af-flicted with weather wo scarcely can stand; but then, it is .promptly evicted, evict-ed, it whoops for a day and Is canned. Though furnaces still we aro stoklu', at times, till tho advent of May, tho backbone of winter is broken, hurroo and hurrah and hooray And soon we'll be planting tho tater, and mowing mow-ing tho grass on the lawn; oh, say, is there ecstacy greater than that when the winter is gone? |