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Show I Rippling' I Rhymes By WAlT MASON. ggBgiii MJnii wii i ii iTiiiiaahmy Crazy Times. Strike, and the world strikes with you, work and you work alone; our souls are ablaze with a bolshevik craze, the wildest that ever was known. Groan, and there'll be a chorus, smile, and you make no hit; for we've grown long hair and wo preach despair and show you a daily fit. Spend, and the gang will cheer you, saVe, and you have no friend; for we throw our bucks to the birds and ducks, and borrow from all who'll lend. Knock, and you'll be a winner, boost, and you'll be a frost; for the old sane way of tho pre-war days are now from the program lost. Strike, and the world strikes with you, work.j and you work alone; for we'd rather, yell and keep raising Hannibal, Mo., I than strive for an honest bone. Rant, and you are a leader, toil and you are a nut; 'twas a bitter day when we IH pulled away from the old time work- IH day rut. Wait, and there'll be a blow- H up, watch, and you'll see a slump; and the fads and crimes of these crazy llH times will go to the nation's dump. IH |