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Show Rippling' I Rhymes I By WALT MASON. I H K Another Strike The cost of ink drives men to drink, jH or would, If there were liquor; and JjH paper pad3 demand tho scads till bards grow sick and sicker. I bought some wire to fix my lyre, for it was badly jH busted; and oh, tho price! It must suf-fice suf-fice to say that I'm disgusted. And so the song I pass along costs moro in Its production; and if 1 fail to draw more kale, I'm facing black destruc-tion. destruc-tion. The wreath 1 wear around my hair, of' laurel, you remember, costs twico the sum that wreaths less bum jH were sold for last September. The JpHP cost of feed for my winged steed would " break tho village banker, and I must : M raise the prico of lays or loso my . Il windward anchor. A fountain, pen J! costs iron men, and makes the wallet i 'j lighter; the kopecks fly, for I must . 5 J buy a ribbon for my 'writer. Ten g cents a yard for any bard was fair H remuneration before the craze of later B I days came down upon the" nation. But El now I hold that lyrics bold should n 1 bring a higher figure; I ask you, genta K for fifteen cents, or I shall strike with m i vigor. ffiM |