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Show oo , Walt Mason ; pots m M n 1 1 s There is no change on earth, alack! I Old customs with us linger; the pot still calls the kittle hlack. and points a scornful finger. This metaphor of course Is wronr for pois can do no pointing; hut let the purists come along, avaunting and arointliiK. Hut men can point, and point they do, with righteous Indignation, at all the profiteering profi-teering crew, of high or humble station. sta-tion. The grocer buys a Sunday suit, and When hes made the payment hi aaya the government should shoot maker of that raiment. Thc tailed to the grocer wends, to buy a few molasses, mo-lasses, and then his treasured beard he rends: "Tlv price all reason passes!" The butch" i stands beside his block, and hutches with a cleaver; he bought some capsules from the doc, lo cure his chills and fever. And now he says, "It was a BhUtte, the way that iawbona 'axed me; he played a low down, sinful game; he soaked me and he waxed me."' The doctor to Ihe butcher goes, lo buy a pound of mutton; and says, on leaving, "Heaven "Hea-ven knows this meat man is a glutton! glut-ton! My father used to buy a sheep for what this fragment cost one; this uuicher's charges, fierce and steep, jo n found mc and exhaust me"' VThe pots about the kettles wail: the wellies wel-lies get excited, and suy the pots would A"- In jail If public wfongs were right d. i |