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Show Hi Rippling Rhymes I I (By Walt Mason) I THE LISTENER, By Walt Maeon. When I begin a prosy tale, too long .' and fierce to mention, Jim Eoggs was never known to fail to give profound attention. His soulful ee:. are fixed j on me, his ears arc forward slanted, and all the time he looks to me like I one who is enchanted. And u ben j my weary tale is done, that most at tentive feller remarks, 'Tray tell an- other one! You're sure a story tell - j er!" In this sad world most people I sleep when one unwlndn a story, or I else they wring their hands and weep, I ard say the yarn Is hoary. But Jim. he listens to a tale, and' greet the ioke .with laughter, his mirth is like a mighty gale that shakes the beam and and rafter And so I stand up stronp for James, as through the town I'm straying, and I indorse whatever games ns happens to be playing. And 'ho has boosters by the cord, who to I his standard rally, and he has friends in every ward. In every street and alley And when he runs for county clerk, for sheriff or surveyor, his loyal friends get In their work, nno lever oik 's itayer The man who J listens wisely weli is ne'er by friends i forsaken, and when he shoots ho rings the bell and carries home the bacon. Copyright by George Matthew Adams |