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Show - WALT MASON 'TWAS EVER Till s I wear my silken shirts and scarves, and shoes that Cost twelve bones, and somewhere some pooi aleck Btarvcs and sends up anguished groans. I eat long strips of costly pie, and drink imported tea; and hungry reu bens amble by, and doubtless tnail at me. I rido around in my soil. in. whose price wa.s pretty steep, and pass some sore and seedy man who has no place to sleep. Oh, Is It right and Is It Just for me to ride In tatQ, while, blinded by my smoke and dn.sr, tolls on somo hapless skate'.' Am 1 a sinner when I oat, or buy a gorgeous gor-geous lid. or clothe my large but shapely feet in kangaroo or kid? Would there be less of poverty, of, sorrow and despair. If I should from tho flehpots flee and fill a her-, mlt's lair? I doubt It much; tho, wail of wo would rise frem people! riled, if I should let my whlsken grow and in the woods run Wild. If I oult buying shirts and hats, with' my spare chlckenfeed. somo girls In crowded city flats might lose the Job", they need. The boss would say, "There's been a slump In spangl- J shirts and socks, and so 1 shoot you to the dump, and pay you no more rocks." It's hard to know Just what to do, !n this cheap vale of tear,-; the thing that looks all right to you, I to me a frost appears. |