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Show Rippling' Rhymes By WALT MASON K ,!i WOE IN THE EST. A deadly blight is sweeping along' tho Western Slope, and men give way j to weeping and say farewell to hope. ! And heartsick wives and daughters ' beneath those azure skies look out' upon the waters with hard and stony I eyes The children, they are walling, their little bosoms sore, while in the dust they're trailing tho toya they use no more There's moaning In the cabin, cab-in, there s groaning In the hall; tho futures bleak and drab in the eyes, nt mi nnrl mII TV. affliction are crouched beneath the stars, and in the choicest diction they cuss their stranded cars Tho tourist shakes his talon at heaven with snort, for when he'd buy a gallon he only gets a quart. In vain the pluto Is waving his wad of good long green, and futile Is his raving he can't get gasoline. " No naa!" Tho sign la hanfflnt; from stations everywhere, with travelers haranguing the dealra In despair. Talk not of grief or sorrow, I of troubles you .have eeen, till you can't buy or borrow a quart of gasoline' gaso-line' Tlk not of fortunes cruel, oh. I vain and piffling man, till you can't I I buy the fuel to puuh your big sedun! .ik not to me of anguleh, of pain of any sort, until you wait and languish lan-guish two days to get a ouart! ' - f im |