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Show : Rippling' : Rhymes I j By WAuT MASON, j ii i in ii 1 1 1 1 him mi i i ii in i ii i 1 1 i ii 1 1 EVER HIGHER. We all are after higher wagos, the old time stipends won't suffice; and! oven clergymen and sages rear up and' say they've raised the price. The price is multiplied by seven, though nothing has increased in worth; it costs us more to go to heaven, it costs us more to stay on earlh! Today I met a sad eyed father, whose first-born just arrived ar-rived on deck; he said, "It is beastly bother it's left my bank account a wreck. The doctor soaked me good and plenty, though he just came and skipped away; the nurse, a dame of three times twenty, demands five ses- tcrces a day. This offspring graft is I vain and giddy, it leaves me with two Arctic feet; how shall I feed that lit-; lit-; tlo kiddie, 'when he is old enough to era.?" And then I met the village sexton; sex-ton; he said he'd dug a grave for Jones; "It was n bargain, but the next 'un will cost the buyer two more bones." The price of everything is humming, each day it makes a record new; the blamed thing gets us when we're coming, it gels us when we're going, too. |