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Show Rippling' Rhymes J By WALT MASON. u - immrJ 1 PAYING RENT Some kind of a home you'll have to own, a humble shock of brick or frame or one of stucco, mud or sone, If you would beat the landlord's game. For long sad years I paid my rent, and ! there'd bo sunshine In my soul If 1 'now had the coin that went to swell the landlord's gorgeous roll. The landlord land-lord owned a row of shacks, and every month he walked abroad, left desola tlon in his tracks, and touched each tenant for his wad. I muttered, as I dug the dimes, coughed up the sweat stained, hard earned seeds, "I've bought this coop a dozen times, and yet the land lord has the deeds." And when I fell and broke a limb, the landlord land-lord came to get the rent: there was no sympathy in him when I cannot produce a cent. He said he didn't care a whoop for all my sufferings and sores; lie iired me from that lowly coop and chased my Weeping aunts out doors. There is no thrift in paying pay-ing rent to landlords who have hearts of stone; far better have a canvas tent and know ihc blamed thing is your own. Vou cannot borrow seven dimes on all the wealth you've paid for rent; on your own house, in crucial times, you'll get a loan from some kind gent. |