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Show Rippling' ! I Rhymes Gy WALT MASON. I IN GERMANY. In Germany all things are mixed, and nothing's settled, nothing's fixed. One government has quite a boom, and then it journeys up the flume; another comes, and it may bust, and leave behind a cloud of dust. And old Ex Bill, he sits and blinks, and many kinds of thoughts he thinks. "They can't cut ice without a throne," he sighs, as he sits there alone; "they talk republics and the like; republics! For the love of Mike- That sort of stuff is purely rot; they'll have to send for Me und GotL" Of course you'll say his thoughts are vain, that ne is neither safe nor sane, that Germans wouldn't dare to place this relic of a bughouse race upon the throne we overset, but wait a while, already yet. It's suiv, when all is said and done, we cannot trust the (ricky Hun. He'd do the, thing we least expect, although" the universe he wrecked, if thereby he could jar the foes who lately led him by the no.s And Germans want old things again, the throne, the crown, and war lord men. And so the dreams of old Ex Bill arc not so wild, already still. . nn |