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Show Rippling Rhymes By WAuf MASON. I FIGHTING H. C. L. We've talked a lot about the Cost; no opportunities we've lost (o make a few remarks; we've told how wc have felt the pinch, and called for hempen ropes to lynch tho profiteering profiteer-ing sharks. Now comes the gentle spring again, when earnest, sane and thoughtful men will cease to rend their duda, quit yawping by thp village vil-lage pound, and spade up fourteen rods of ground, and plant a lot of spuds. A garden full of useful greens, ot sparrowgrass and Lima beans, is much to be desired; a garden where tho squashes thrive and beets are seen in blocks of five, will mako the Cost look tired. A bed of onions by the fence Is better evidence of sense-than sense-than many trcn.lcd yawps; and nothing noth-ing finer Is In sight than is the gardener's gar-dener's delight, when harvesting crops. The country's full of fertilo earth; all kinds of soil, of sterling worth, is strewn around our shacks; and In that soil let'H plant some peas and ttrussels sprouts and things like these, and thus get down to tacks. When to their gardens men repair, and gather carrots red and fine and turnips tur-nips full of wholesome Juice, and cab-bagcheads cab-bagcheads thai beat the deuce, the Cost takes in its sign. |