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Show Rippling' I Rhymes I By WALT MASON. H Changing Styles H Last year I bought a limousine, llit H latest thing in boats, and it wat H painted black and green and cost me H many goats. "It Is the very late3l H word in cars," tho agent cried; "all other cars will look absurd, this noble bus beside. Tho pride of ownership 'twill give, and fill your bouI -with bliss, and it will last you while you live, I wot, weon and wis." And now H my tumbril's out of style, it looks like Noah's ark, and when I'd push hei for a mile I go out after dark. Foi H If I tako It out by day, by Jokers it's i abused; they ask me if it is the dray j the Pilgrim Fathers used. My wife rHI declares she'd rather walk, and propei : x ' JH pride maintain, than ride with me around a block in that ancestral wain And thus the motor game is played upon the trustful chump, whose last jH year's model looks decayed and ready for the dump. My van is juBt as fine as silk, so far as chugging goes; but people of the critic ilk turn up the scornful nose; its hood is badly out ol date, the windshield slant is vile, the body lines, which should be straight, bulge out in ancient style. And so f I'll have lo buy a gig that's up-to-date I and new; and in six months, I'll bet I a fig, 'twill bo a has been too. I |