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Show Hl winrir 1 ivt r i-iiih mud H if N' I I Rippling' H Rhymes A By V.'AwI f.lASON. J i TILE ROAD HOG I wonder what the road hog thinks, as ho go oj on his way, detested by all Hj mortal ginks, und cunsed by night and B- day. Ho surely hates tho human race. mg as down the road he swings, and In JH his heart there is no place lor kindly, frlondly things. Wo have our little pewtor carts, and we would sing and smile, if road hogs didn't broait our hearts oach qunrtcr of a mile. Tho road ho? lo?.t along, alas, nnd when wo honk our horn, beseeching room enough lo puss, he grins with maudlin 1 scorn. Around the risky curves ho flioe, and thinks he's in the swim; tho rules that govern decent guys havo little weight with him. Some day the fool will break his nock, but ere that day nrrlves, a dozen autos he may Avrock, or. spoil a dozen 11 wa. And as 1 watch him drive Jtls burgo. and wodvo and spurt und turn, I wonder why hu is nt large, xwhen thero aro Jails to burn. 1 wonder why a man is fined ten dollars or ten days, for Hhootlng road hogH and their kind, aloilg the public ways. |