Ogden Standard-Examiner | 1920-04-19 | Page 4 | Rippling Rhymes

Rippling' i Rhymes ; j By WALT MASON. I Deafness. My ears don't work the "way they should; my hearing Isn't extra good; and agents come ihost every morn to sell some patent audihorn, some strange contraption, painted blue, to make me hear as well as you. I shoo said agents from my door and tell them to come back no more. To buy such traps I'd be a loon; my deafness Is my greatest boon. The fellow with a weary tale with fungus on it, it's so staJe, will pass me by before he'll tell i his story when he has to yell. I miss so many tales of woe, so many chestnuts chest-nuts all men know, so much of gossip mean and punk, so much of scandalmongers scandal-mongers junk, that I'd despise the meddling men who brought my hearing hear-ing back again. And I seek my couch at night I'm like a "child, I sleep so tight. The noise that keeps you all awake ray gentle slumbers cannot break. I do not hear the rounder yell, I do not hear the milkman's bell;, the chugging motors scorching by can't make your uncle bat an eye. I'm satisfied, the way 1 4- - am; you see me merry as a clam, and if I heard as well as you, no doubt 'you'll find me grim and blue. I oo