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Show Rippling' Rhymes I By WALT MASON. WEIGHT REDUCTION. I'm trying to reduce my weight, I'm eating many things I hate, attoinpting to grow Lhln; by following the diet game I hope to shrink my ample frame, and lose my double chin. I've cut out bread, and butter too, and all things sweet, and liquid glue, and milk and clotted cream; and while l hope to lose a ton, the stunt I'm doing Is no fun, existence is a scream. Oh, others seek the groaning board, and whack off victuals with a sword, and eat whte'er the please; and they may fill themselves wiflfjam,' Indulgje In' gravy, pie and ham, and forty kind's of cheese. And I alone must sadly browse on fodder that was meant for cows, and shun the tempting things; the dinner bell for men no more brings tidings of good grub In store, it jars me when St rings. The dweller In the crowded flat, the artisan, the plutocrat, may eat whate'er they wish; but I must boil a mess of straw, or feed on germproof prunes and slaw, and cheap denatured fish. And while tho mash of bran is mixed, my eyes are on my waistline fixed, and fixed thereon In vain; 1 do not lose a single pound, I starve whero wholesome pies abound is weight reduction sane? oo Horses were not used for agriculture agricul-ture until a comparatively recent Ume.f |