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Show 7 -v Rippling' Rhymes By WALT MASON L ;) PASSING OUT. So live that when you lie In bed. af-flb af-flb ted with the flu, and Dr. Beeswax shakes his head and says your Jour- through, you aro r.ot filled with nln regrets for things you've left un-Idone; un-Idone; may you observe, "I've paid my I debts and death Is bully fun." The debts behlml look black as pitch, and spoil your spiiits ease, when you are dying of the itch, or hoof and mouth disease. Your widow, draped In trail- I 1 lack, and heaving sobs of woe, may take in washing at her shack to H the. bills you owe. And she may iH scrub some neighbor s floor, or wash H t!io big -.tone step; a thought like this I makes death a bore, and from it H knocks the pep. I'd hate to sit upon a star In my nice musllno shroud, and watch m widow scrub nnd char, among earth's madding crowd. She will not have to do such tricks I'm .not the least afraid; you bet when I have crossed the Styx, my debts will all be paid, and there'll be toubles In tho bin, the products of my rhyme. iH and Jane may blow said money in, and have the cierndest time. H |