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Show Rippling' j Rhymes By WALT MA80N. J HOUSE CLEANING. I'd like to bo an Eskimo and in an iglo dwell, and eat fried lco and scrambled snow, and go outdoors and yell. The humblo Eskimo Is glad, we see him dance and sing; his womenfolk women-folk dont drive him mad by cleaning house each spring. He isn't driven out of doors to hunt for frozen grub, tho while the women scrub the floors there are no floors to scrub. Ho is not chafled to beat the band, from out the divers rooms, by dames with brooms and mops in hand there arc no mops or brooms. Year after year ho sits In peace, or lies upon his back, clothed In his wholesome film of grease, and no one cleans tho shack. Hi3 treasured goods are not mislaid, as mine are. every year; and ho can find his blubber spade, his corkscrew and his spear. And if he spills a cataract cat-aract of ashe3 on the floor, no woman reads tho riot act, no female heart is soro. I'll go and Join tho Eskimo when next a vessel starts, for I am tired of all the woe that cleaning houso Imparts. I'm tired of sitting on tho stairs, oppressed by faritoms three becauso be-causo the couches and the chairs aro hung upon a tree. on |