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Show Walt Mason - 1 THE HOBO. There came u hobo 10 my door, a closed tl, winter day: he said his old feel were Mere he d Walked a wi n way and he would like h nla. Kn..r.' chance to hit the hay. i fed him ' victuals by the pall his urgent need In mind: when he was filled he told a talo of fortunes most unkind, ho eld he'd like to earn norm- kale, If h- a Job' "U Id find I suld. "You've lea, -lied m 1 humble den. I bid you linKer here, nnd; you may earn Some Iron men to round out your career; 1 need a man to herd my lien 1 11 hire you by ihe year." And I all the :il;ht I lay awake Upbuilding pleasant plans one homeless wamlini I'd lake from ranks of also rans. and ! smooth the road for one poor Jake to whom Kate tied her an And In th. I morning, at his door I rapped, and crled.l Arise! The table groans m ath rtuIi ! Kalore. comprising prunes and pies, don't ' keep us woltlnp any more you 11 hustle I If you're wise ' But none responded t, I my call, the bo had wandered thence, when shades of night enshrouded all, hi jumped mv residence, and h- bad swiped my basketball, the clothesline and the fenOO. Oh. most Of US right Kladl would relieve some human woe; but most of u at times have stood for things like this, you know, and If we tire of doing g.,.1 I It's not surprltslnp bo! J ' 1 I |