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Show r Rippling' Rhymes By WALT MASON J t W ASTED ENERGY For many, many weeks to come the orators, bravo souls, will knock the welkin out of plumb, and shoot It full of holes. Wherever there's a stump or keg some orator will rise, and talk until he breaks a leg, dispensing truth and lies. The men with messages will spoil the picnic In the dell, and when we'd fain go forth to toil, they 11 bind us with a spell. If all their energy and steam were put to sawing wood, high prices soon would be a dream, and prospects would bo good. We need strong men to guide the plow and sci- the pumpkins binned, but all the husky fellows now aro busy dishing dish-ing wind. U every man who speaks a pleco would grow some wheat Instead, In-stead, one profiteering graft would cease, anil we'd have cheaper bread. If every man who takes the stump, our bulwark! to defend, would grab a hot and blithely hump, another xiuft would end For weeks and weeks tho ancient tunes will In our ears be din-nod, din-nod, and when we plead for wholesome whole-some prunes, they'll merely hand us wind. The energy that's thrown away by orators, oh, choc' If it were put to balliiK hay, where would our problems prob-lems be" |