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Show THE NEW YORKER. By Berton Bralcy. I didn't plan the bridges that ax flung across the tide, Or help erect the buildings which Tm pointing to with pride; I own no share in stately ships that ever come and go. In fact I'm buta super in Manhattan's Manhat-tan's mignty show; I'm only one among tho crowds with which the streets aro packed, But I conn frbm no mean city and I'm conscious of the fact! So when I travel far or near I boast of Gotham town. I spread the brilliant fame of her, the splendor and renown. 1 ypeak of soaring towers and of lights that flash and flare With just as much of glowing pride, . a.s ifvl'd put them there! And though I've never hung a. light or laid a single stone, I como from no mean city and I'm glad to make it known! Oh. splendid streets where wealth parades, and fetid thronging slums. And never-quiet thorovfghfares through which the traffic hums, I ha", e not made them what they aro S and yet I hold thorn mine As If they were my own Idea, my patented design; . ', For som how. though I'm but a leaf ln Gotham s breezes swirled, - , I come from no moan city and I'm proud to tell the world! (Copyright, io?2, NBA Service.) oo |