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Show j Rippling' Rhymes I By WALT MASON. DEAD DAYS. Sing the olden, golden days, for I which I've often grieved; the common 'tip was then a dime, and thankfully I received. With princely hands I gave ten cents, and filled with wholesome glee, the souls of all the helpful gents who did small things for me. I acted thus for many years, in many a shire and clime, and men were often moved to tears, when thoy received the dime.' But now tho porter with his brush, the waiter with his plate, jeer at such specimens of cush, and breathe a hymn of hate. A quarter, oven, is too small, too trifling and too punk, to soothe the current of their gall they ought to have a plunk. Some day the people will arise and raise a howdydo and swat, as they would swat the flies the whole blamed grafting crew. Some day a statesman will appear, a germ-proof germ-proof law he'll frame, to make the tip of yesteryear an outlawed, penal game. The tipping of the olden time was free from sin and guile, for then a man could give a dime, and get a winning win-ning smile: but now ho gives a half a bone, which he can hardly spare; the porter takes it with a groan, and .goes outdoors to swear. oo |