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Show 4. ; Walt Mason I OMMON BLESSINGS. Deprived of teeth, I cannot chew ' and so I live on liquid glue, andi boneless soup and oatmeal mush, and' all varieties of slush. Strange long-I'ngS long-I'ngS through by bosom flit, as In the( dlninKroom I sit My neighbors call for steaks and chops, while I refresh tnyself with slops; the men and wo-I men all around have molars firm and Strong and sound, they know no1 spasms when they eat large slabs of beef and other meat; their laughter! fills the (Mnlngrbocn while loaves and fishes- they consume; and I sit in a shaded place and pour cheep gruel in my face. And once I had such teeth as theirs, and I could bite the rungs -from chairs, and to that boon I gave no heed; all thoughtlessly I used tr feed, and never gave a word of thank! ."I my long fare's iu gh lining ranks Wo never prize Dame NatuTes gift.-Until gift.-Until rebuking hand she lifts and take some precious boon away, rind then we cry alaokaday! The dentist's working work-ing hard and well, to make me teeth of tortoise-shell ; he says he'll have them In my mouth before tho wild geese travel south, until whieh tino III hae to spill into my works all kinds of swill. Copyright. 1920. by George. Matthew Adams |