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Show j WALT MASON j 4 f HINTS OF SPRING I long have wished that sprlns would come, for winter makes mo weary; I hate to hear tho wild wlndi hum from arctic regions dreary; but at the dawn of springtime sweet, I'm longln for December, for there are rugs that I must beat, and stoves I must dismember. Housecleanlng and Its deadly snares I gladly would obol-Ish. obol-Ish. for I must carry out the chairs, iihI rub them down with polish. Oh. I forgot houBecleaning chores, when I was wildly singing of birds and bees and other bores that Gentle Annie's bringing. I clean forgot the brooms and mops that make life also-rannlsh. I when I was calling on the cops to I make tho winter vanish. Tho women now Impatiently wax, they're restless and uneasy, ihey long to renovate our shucks and make existence cheesey. I'll have to carry out the chairs, and scrub the door and casement, and pack big bureaus up the stairs, and ranges to the basement, And when I'm on my spavined knees, some punk utensils swinging, not all the birds in all tho ti tee can cheer me by their tinging.. Tho women y-arn to tear apart the house in which I'm dwelling; In vain for mo the tulips start, in vain the birds are yelling I look upon the drifted snow. I mark Its gleam and glitter, and how I hate to see It go, to feel that It's a quitter! (Copyright. lf22. Ueorge Matthew Adams ) |