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Show Rippling' Rhymes J Dy WALT MASON. 8 ll ADVANCING YEARS I'm having trouble with my teeth, the uppor ones, the ones beneath, are IH ajwuys loose and sore; 1 find my hair IH is falling out, I have the strlnghalt and H tho gout, and walking is a bore. It's hard for me to read a book; my eyes IH grow weary when I look ten minutes IVH at a pago; I have a trumpet for .my fl ears; oh, such things come with pass- H lug years, the penalties of age. 'I'm H glad that in the bygone limes I salted down my surplus dimes, with wintry JH years In view; with zeal I piled my jH trcachaut pen, nnd saved a stock of H iron men enough to see mo through. jH Now by my flgtrce and my vine I sit JH and rest and make no whine of fortune or of fate; I view the world with fail- jH ing eyes, but see the good that In It IH lies, and kocp my smile on straight. And as I gaze I sec old men who failed B to save tho shining yen In days long H loft bohlnd; they slave away at dreary jH toll, and long to have six feet of soil H In which to end the grind. Thoro'ks B nothing sadder than tho sight of some IVi old cripple, weary wight, still toiling for his bread, still drudging for a mea- IHi gor pay, recalling money thrown away, 1 and wishing hero were dead. L oo I BOOST. Boost your city, boost your friends;' Boost the lodge that you attend! " Boost. the 3treet on which you're dwelling, dwell-ing, -, Boost tho goods that you aro selling. Boost the peoplo round about you, They can get along without you, - , But success will quicker find them; If they know that you're behind thorn. ; Boost for every forward movement, Boost for every new improvement; V' Boost the man for whom yoti labor, ,i Boost the stranger and the neighbor. 'l- Cease to bo a chronic knocker, Ceaso to be a progress blocker. ' If you'd make your city better. Boost it in a final letter. Detroit Freo Press. VTS |