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Show ! Rippling' J Rhymes By W ALT MASON ! v I J l!( M I y K Jack .lohnslng. of the golden smile, remained abroad for Ulte u while And when he left our well known shore he thought he would return no more, for prison doors were swinging wide, with warders beckoning. Inside He'd lead a glad free life abroad and gun and blow a princely wad, and chum with foreign earls and dukes uid baronets and other flukes. He stood the gaff for eljrht long years, still gaslng homeward through his tears; at last he rose and cried, "Oh, gee. my native land look? good to me! These foreign countries all grow stale--I'd rather be at home in jail"' Paid Emma Qoldman, when she went "Your I... ..-ted land's .ir,t v ,,rt; ,.,.n; hakfl Its dust from off my boots, it's! ruled by grafters and bv plutcs. In; Russia lb v v the proper plan It s' rounded on the rights of man." She's I a ad some months of Russia now. and' ;rief Is throned upon her brow. She I ike a dead game sport, admits that ihe is tired of Russia's fits, and she I would give her roller skat.s to see: asrain the good old states CJnhs.ppy Is ;lhat wearv wight who to this country sas, Good nlKht,' who sees ths lights upon our shore, and knos he'll see' them never more |