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Show i Rippling' Rhymes By WALT MASON. . j THE WOLF I The wolf is at tho door, my friends, the wolf is at the door; by day and night his howl ascends, likewise his snarling roar. I might have buckled down to toil and kept the brute away, but such a scheme as that would foil , my plans for endless pla. Before ihe war I used lo work, and go home tired at night; bill now all thought of labor Irk. there's too much fun In i sight. I still have gasoline to burn. I -laid in quite a store; and Avhen that's gone perhaps I'll earn the coin to buy some more. For modern man must have hi3 gas, and tires, with one to spare, although his children live on 'grass and have no shoes to wear. Oh. there are movie shows by night, and jamborees by day, and he's indeed a feckless wight who doesn't romp 'and play. The wolf is at the door, I wot, the wolf is at the door, and I've no. mutton in the pal. nor credit at the store. My wife insists the outlook's dread, unless I earn some dimes, but work must never interfere with having hav-ing bully times. My children clamor for a bone, and weeping wend their ways, but work Is something we've joutgrown in these enlightened days, i The wolf Is at the door, I ween, he I haunts the old shebang; but 1 have ! still some gasoline, so let the wolf go hang. nn |