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Show uu ' ' SOT SO VERY By Berton Braloy Whenever you hear some one tell That olden times were paradiee, lio's under romantic spell And views the past with fnggv eves Don't let him pull that stuff, arise And make this fact clear, as you should : In spite of those who eulogize, Tho Good Old Days were not so good Our ancestors were forced tojdwell Without the plumbing thatSve prize. They didn't live so long or well As we, and this you can't disguise Their little babies died like flien Prom causes no one understood. And thus the thinking man Implies. The Qood Old Days were, not so good' She laced herself, the ancient belle, Into a corset half h-r size. And In a faint she often fell; The modern flapper would despise Such weakness, for today she vies With man himself In hardihood I'd hate to have it otherwise. The Good Old Days wotp not so good' ENVOY Recall tho past? Well, I surmlne Wo wouldn't do It If we could For. stripped of bunk and rosy lies The Good Old Days were not so good' (Copyright, 1922. NEa Service) |