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Show oo if " """"" 'Vj! Rippling' RSiymes By WALT MASON. J POTATOES. Today I bought a peck of spuds, my hungry form to fill; I had to soak my Sunday duds ere I could pay the bill. I paid as much to buy a peck as once a bushel brought; and so I wept and cried, "By Heck," and drank a willio waught. I drank a horn of Adam's ale, my spirit to revive; for how can one dig up the kale, and keep his pop alive? .They say we run to luxuries, when w'o a-shopping go; for costly meats, imported cheese, our hard earned bucks we bjow. "Eat simple fare," the wIbc men say, "cut out the rich and fine, and you may save some coin each day, and put the same in brine." The wise men sagely chew their cuds and hand us logic pure; but is there simpler fare than spuds, the stand-by of the poor? TIs not the farmer farm-er makes them dear; the grocer's not to blame; some fat and heartless profiteer prof-iteer Ib at his beastly game. Somewhere Some-where there is a middleman whose rake-off is a crime; the buyer is the also-ran who gets stung every time. Somewhere there is a sycamore, somewhere some-where a hempen rope; these crazy times will soon be o'er, and sense will come, I hope. |