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Show j Rippling' By WALT MASON, i V S) The HunB arc shot to pieces, the telegrams declare; things arc not slick as grease is disorder's everywhere; the peasant and the patrician are both in sad condition; they're eating ammunition, am-munition, there is no grub to spare. No useful wheels are turning, tho church bells do not ring; no smithy firos are burning, no workmen's hammers ham-mers swing; but gloom is all-prevailing and wrath and bitter wailing; men are bo busy railing they do not smile and sing. I ought to viow with sorrow sor-row the troubles of the Hun. and say I hope tomorrow will see his anguish 1 1 . T U, .,,..nn;nrr l.tllll. out a great regretting; he earned what! he is getting, earned trouble by tho tonl Had he shown repentonce for any' crimes of his, had ho recoived his sen-j tence with a remorseful phiz, I might (J compoBO a ditly, but as things are Gee whiz! The Hun has been so sas-l' sy so nervy, and so smart, ho thinks himself so classy, and greater than thou art, that it is hard to view him with sympathy, beshrew him! so lot his woes pursue him until his change of heart ... nn |