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Show JUST FOLKS ! By EIK.WK A. GUIESX, 4 1 THE TOOL ROX I saw a tool box on a bench. Equipped with saw and plane and wrench. A hammer and a sot of drills. A bevol for the doors anil sills. Thou came the man and snid to me; 1 keep them under lock ami Icey." "Though now these things I never use, Not one of them I want to lose. J'orhaps some day I'll need again The hammer or the wrench or piano. And they are handy things to 'own If ever should tho need be known." Above those tools I seemed to view The marvelous things which they could do. The happy homes which they could build. The rooms with childish laughter, filled. If only he would e them free Who kept them under lock and key. Am I not llko this man, afraid That 1 shall miss some shlnlns blade I Or need the substance I might lend When 1 am asked to play tho friend? Is not the better side of ma Too often under lock and key? I have the tools with which to build I A round of years with mercy filled . ' A man of cheer I might become But oh, too oft my lips are dumb! With moans to serve my life Is storke, But. like the tools, i .keep them locked. (Copyright. 1322. by. Edgar A.' GaesL) oo |