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Show I ' - Rippling' Rhymes ! Df WAJLT M-VSON RUMORS )l WAR J me day the Russians hunt th'-lr I bolea, pursued by fierce triumphant Polea; the next the roles arc on th run. spurred on by Russian sword ! and Run. And. as I dope myself for I gout, I wonder what It's all about There's trouble brewinft everywhere. and warlike rumors fill the air. I thought when closed the three-ring war "Peaee i the thing we're yearn' j lug for; the whole blamed world Is sick of gore, and weary of the can-I can-I non's roar and tlr-d of hum. hi tears and groans, and of the sight of bleaching bleach-ing bones. The nations all would speed the plow and set the hen and 1 milk the cow, pursue the Kntle arts of peace, and bid the yawping Oaptafttl cease " But now the Pole pursues the I Huss and makes a tuost unseemly fuss, and now the Russ pursues the Pole, and hoots him with a ton of coal; wherever men infest the map, some trlbe are Itching for a scrap. And' ns i f..ei myself with kraut, i wonder what It's all about. Why can't the' blame fool nations meet with friendly hearts, in concord sweet, rind settle all their silly rows, and then go home and milk the cows? Wh docs the Pole pursue the Russ and shoot him with a blunder-bus 7 vv h) iioes the Russian swat the Pole" Has he no higher, nobler goal ' Why don't they' meet with friend!) grins, and shake1 the dice and see who wins? ; oo |