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The Hartwell Sun
—Established 1876 —
LEON MORRIS & LOUIE L. MORRIS
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Ga., as Second Class Mail Matter.
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FRIDAY, MAY 1, 1825
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iffBIBLE THOUGHT
i —For This Week— y
IB Bible Thoughts memorized, will prove a ft
pnceleea heritage in after yean.
Be not deceived; God is not mock
ed: for whatsoever a man soweth,
that shall he also reap. For he that
soweth to his flesh shall of the flesh,
reap corruption; but he that soweth
to the Spirit shall of the Spirit reap
life everlasting. And let us not be
weary in well doing; for in due sea
son we shall reap, if we faint not.—
Galatians 6:7-9.
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Many a fellow gets dropped when
he's broke.
Both taxes and taxis are equally
hard tp dodge these days.
A comfortable home for the living
wife is far better than a fine monu
ment for the dead one.
It’s going to be a sad old day,
when the only hair a family can
boast of is in the parlor sofa.
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If every man were his own re
former, there’d be powerful little
reforming done.
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Many a man spends so much time
knocking himself that he fails to hear
when opportunity knocks.
Study Thia Out, Girls.
No man regards as a bargain the
woman who cheapens herself.
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Fine feathers don’t always make
fine birds, —but they do sorter im
prove the looks sometimes.
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Why should we be talking about
Another war all the time. What’s
wrong with the one just had?
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Hot weather is coming right along.
Aral you'll find a big glass of ice
cold buttermilk for dinner just as
luscious as ever, folks.
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'Old Joe Jones says "The church is
a place to worship, and not to chew
gum, giggle, and write verses in the
hymn book.” You’re right, as usual,
Joe.
A)ld Joe Jones says “Many a fel
low marries a girl because ‘she’s one
in a hundred,’ and then spends the
rest of his life wishing for the other
ninety and nine.” For goodness
sake, Joe!
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Along about this time every year
we have what is known as "Be Kind
To Animals” Week. And there’s a
good thought in it, too. Those who
are kind to animals as a rule .are also
kind to folks. It is something that '
should be encouraged in the young
at all times. The man who is cruel
to his dog or his horse is almost in
variably cruel to his wife and chil
dren.
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It costs two cents to mail a news
paper, when heretofore the rate was
one cent. People who are accustom
ed to mailing the Progress to rela
tives at a distance can save money
by subscribing and at the same time
have it reach the destination much
sooner and with greater regularity.
Newspaper publishers have to pay
postage by the pound, the recent
raise in rates having increased the
burden to some extent, but not as
high as individuals have to pay on
papers that they forward.—Sanders
ville Progress.
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Liquor hauling is hazardous busi
ness at best, and many tidies very
costly. An example came to light
the other day near here. Officers
captured an outfit as it neared the
bridge over Savannah river. As a
result of this incident we find that
the cost was as follows: One man
lost his life; one man was jailed; the
car was confiscated, the liquor pour
ed out, the money lost that was paid
for the liquor, and in addition to all
that, the funeral expenses of the one
who lost his life in an attempt to
•escape. Liquor isn’t worth that.
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fOLD JOE JONES
SAYS—
"Resolutions are worth
while. You are at
least good while in the
act of making them.”
Yet, Joe, Yet.
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fjL- QUESrONS
I and Bible Answers
tl !f Parents wriD encourx.** children to look op 11
■» andmcnwT'.te the Bible Answer*. it will prws I ’I
JI a pnetJCtts heritage u> them in after yean !
What promise is given to those
who trust in God? Psalm 37:3, 4, 5.
“FOR WHAT IT’S WORTH”
By E.8.8..Jr.
Laramie, Wyo., these spring days,
like the rest of the West has taken
on a festive appearance. That is, all
is green. The trees (what few there
are) are putting out new shoots; the
grass is green and cropping out on
each lawn one sees thig luxuriant
carpet with perhaps snow on the
other side! It has always been a
mystery to me just how, and why,
all sections of the country can grow
grass and have the wonderful lawns
they do, while we in the South who
are especially favored with warm,
sunny weather have to fight all our
life to get a pitiful scattering of
staggering grass. But it’s true, just
the same. Laramie, often fighting
snows and blizzards all the winter,
at the first peep of spring throws
aside the ice and, lo! there’s the
green grass pushing out. But, it
never really gets warm there. There’s
only a suspicion of warmth. I slept
under blankets each night during my
stay in the city and each day and
night, too, a light top-coat is com
fortable. In fact, one can be warm
comfortably the whole year ’round.
The seasons of Laramie, so the say
ing goes, is Fall, Winter, July and
August.
One always gets that feeling of
loneliness in Laramie. Gay little
city that it is, it is situated away off
sixty miles from Cheyenne, amidst
plains on all sides. Distant, only a
few miles away are the mountains,
but that is the only pleasing note to
break the monotomy of endless lands,
dreamy and desolate. In the day
time the streets filled with broad
hatted men, in corduroy and heavy
shirts, with high laced shoes. Men
whose faces are bronzed by the sun
and the chilling winds from a con
stant life in the open. For nearby,
are the oil fields and there are many
oil men here, and the streets, too,
are filled with other men, the citi
zens of town, and the natives, all
of whom dress sensibly for such a
climate and have the healthy out-of
doors look stamped on their faces.
The women folks one sees are in the
same category. Healthy, and rosy
cheeked, large, but a bit too mas
culine looking and with too hardened
features for beauty. And as one
walks the streets, amidst this atmos
phere, there always comes the
thought that the rust of the world is
distant, hundreds of miles. The
feeling of isolation sweeps one’s en
tire being and then night comes.
Night with its enveloping darkness
and Laramie bursts forth into a glit
tering mass of lights with its shows,
its shops, its pool rooms, its restau
rants, its soft drink stands. A gay,
happy crowd on the streets now.
Still, that feeling of loneliness. Won
dering what's happening in the rest
of the world. And as at frequent
intervals, some mighty through train
of the Union Pacific thunders
through with its cargo of freight and
passengers for California, there
comes a scream of brakes, a slowing
down, and then full speed ahead.
A few minutes later, in the distance,
the hoarse voice of the whistle as it
hurries onward through the night,
floats back faintly and we are alone
again.
While in Laramie this last trip, I
went one night to witness a “home
talent” performance of “The Cameo
Girl.” It is a musical comedy and
have some rather good lines in it,
all of which, of course, were lost
and fell flat in the hands of ama
tuers. Still, all things considered,
the show was very creditable and I
enjoyed the evening very much and
at the same time helped with my
mite towards the fund that the Amer
ican Legion was trying to raise. As
I sat there in the packed audience
and looked around me at the com
posite of the crowd, the thought came
how much the world is alike all over.
No matter what section of America
one may be in; no matter whether
it be town or city; it matters not if
be South, East or West, human na
ture is about .the same. We obey
the same instincts, we live and love,
we are intensely proud of our home
town and our folks and their chil
dren. And then when commence
ment comes, we aunts and uncles
and sisters and brothers and fathers
and mothers go trooping down to the
auditorium and listen nervously and
hopefully to one of the family play
“The Storm,” or speak on “The Fu
ture of America.” And so it was
that night in Laramie. It was a
home-folks crowd. An audience
that was sympathetic to the core,
eager in their applause, appreciative
in every sense. An audience made
up of “aunts” and “uncles,” “sis
ters” and “brothers,” “fathers” and
“mothers.”
Wyoming is in a very prosperous
KEEP IT UP
The clean-up campaign not only
puts the community in good sanitary
condition, but makes it possible to
keep it clean. Unless the work of
I cleaning up is kept up by systematic
• efforts the year around, little per
manent good is accomplished. It is
important that the initial intensive
work be general and thorough. Then
the follow-up work can be carried on
effectively, and the danger of un
sanitary conditions returning is re
moved.
From Sun Readers
Most every family in the Mill Vil
lage has a beautiful flower yard,
and they feel that it would not be
! treating the Brenau Club fair to ac
cept any prizes from them for some
thing that they already have.
Appreciating the fine work the
Brenau Club has done and is doing
now.
LADIES OF THE VILLAGE.
THE HARTWELL SUN, HARTWELL, GA., MAY 1, 1925
condition these days. That, in spite
of several bank failures a year or
so ago. Oil has gone up in price and
a new era of oil production has be
gun. Laramie is in the midst of
this. And then 48 miles north of
Casper, Wyo., in the heart of the
great Wyoming oli fields is the little
boom town of Lavoye. By magic al- ,
most this city sprung up and today
it numbers 1,500 inhabitants. Sur
rounded on all sides by oil fields, in
1920 this little town had its begin
ning. The Ohio Oil Company con-!
structed the first building, which for
the convenience of the oil field
workers was a general merchandise
store. Then later a pool-hall was
erected. In rapid succession other
buildings were built—stores, a pic
ture show, restaurants, garages. The
town grew and became important
and then suddenly it was discovered
that oil lay under all the site of
the town! The oil companies got
busy and tried to move the buildings
out. The little town of Lavoye re
sisted, insisting on their right to
keep their businesses and their com
munity intact in spite of the fact
that the whole lay of the land is a
lease from the government belong
ing to the Ohio Oil Company. Fi
nally, after several months’ fight, in
the courts, the United States Court
issued an order requiring the whole
town to move out. The Ohio Oil
Company had won out. In a short
time now, the entire town will be
transplanted to a new townsite four
and one-half miles south, near the
Teapot reserve. Not a building will
be left on the old site. Allocation
of lots is now in progress on the new
site, jnd business houses and resi
dences are receiving the same rela
tive positions. The new town will
bear the old name.
We people who live in these mod- 1
ern days are a forgetful people. We
live from day to day, taking things
for granted, losing sight of the won
derful achievements all around us,
discounting and erasing from our
memories what a marvelous age we
are living in. A new thrill soon dies
down. A great invention is quickly
over-lapped by a new one. A new
step in civilization is praised for a
bit and then immediately fades away
in the rush of human beings for their
share of today’s mad scramble for
enjoyment and excitement. I often
think, in this connection of how com
placently we take our luxuries of
today. Electric lights, electricity it
self, moving pictures, the automobile,
the airship, radio, the telephone—,
a thousand and other things. It
seems almost sacrilege that we should
take all the marvels of convenience :
and luxury, so as a matter-of-fact, j
A day set aside, nationally, as a day ■
of “retrospect” might be a sane I
idea. A day that all the people of i
America might sit down and take a
breathing spell and view these things
in a reverential sort of way, at the
same time paying tribute and respect
to the inventors and thinkers who
made these things possible.
And the telephone. Os all mod
ern achievements, it perhaps is the
greatest. I .came across the follow
ing lines, the other day, which made
me pause and think. I had never
thought of the telephone in that
light.
“Just Suppose
Your telephone bill read something
like this:
TO, saving baby’s life by bringing
a doctor when she fell ill at night.
TO saving the home and contents
from fire by summoning the fire de
partment.
TO closing the business deal which
netted you a few hundred dollars
when no other means of communi
cation would have served.
And suppose the amount was just
the same as the regular monthly bill.
Wouldn't you appreciate the tele
phone a little more?
Sure you would.”
Lilac time! Outside, as I write
this, a lazy, spring morning is un
folding itself. A sun in the east has
just begun to glow in eager brilliance
over a green earth. And there is a
gentle breeze a-stirring and the song
of birds in the air. Is it any won
der a man gets spring fever at this
time of the year? To throw work
aside, to get out in the open, to yield
to the pull of glad mature, a world
jof re-awakened souls, and to be
a part of it? Soon my season will be
; over. A few more weeks of travel
and then home for the summer. That
’ time can’t come too soon. It’s a
spring morning here in Boulder, as
j I write this. Outside my window
j there are lilacs abloom—&, fra
i grance and beauty on all sides. And
1 a spring morning is a calling—, a
’ voice of gladness and hopefulness.
INTENSELY MODERN
(Ottawa, Kan., Herald.)
It was a wonderful wedding. The
girl was as sweet as any girl who
ever lived, but modern. As she
walked up the aisle on her father’s
amt, her lips tightly tilted at the
corners with a happy smile, she was
a picture of modest beauty. Her
filmy wedding gown and gossamer
veil floated around her fair blonde
head like a halo. She was as nearly
an angel as girls get to be in this
world. At the altar as she passed
from her father, the man she had
always loved, to the other man to
whom she would devote the rest of
her life, her dainty slipper touched
I a potted lily resting on the floor and
turned it over. Smiling again, she
turned to the dear old pastor waiting
at the chancel, "That was a hell of
a place to put a lily.”
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(From Saturday’s Savannah Press.)
Louie A. Morris, of Hartwell, ac
companying her hubby on this in
vasion of Yankeeland. Morris gets
out a newspaper that would be a cre
dit to a town twice the size of Hart
well. Os course no gathering of
Georgia newspaper folks ’••o-.-j be
complete without the p’-es<“
HIS AWKWARD WAY
By DOUGLAS MALLOCH
HE WAS rather awkward, ha
Wasn’t so polite;
He was wrong in company
Oftener than right.
His intentions, though, were good,
People used to say,
And he did the bes; he could,
In his awkward way.
Many things he didn’t know,
Things you learn in school;
People said he wasn’t, though,
Anybody's fool.
He just used his common sense—
He could even pray
For the help of Providence,
In his awkward way.
Though he wasn’t very smart,
Ev'rybody said.
Still he had an honest heart,
Had a level head.
Never reckless, never rash.
Saving day by day.
That is how he got his cash.
In his awkward way.
Certain people used to smile.
Thought him rather roifth;
But the children all the while
Liked him well enough.
Babies always went to him—■
He knew how to play,
L'nderstood each little whim,
In his awkward way.
When the station agent died,
Leaving not a tiling,
To the widow people tried
Sympathy to bring.
He could think of nothing then.
Not a thing to say.
But he made her take a ten.
In his awkward way.
I don’t know just what was his creed.
But I often heard
’Twas religion of the deed
Rather than the word.
Heaven isn’t for the sharp—
I expect today
He is playing on a harp,
In his awkward way.
(© by McClure Newspaper Syndicate.)
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; Have You This Habit?
s By Margaret Morison
FOOLISH QUESTIONS
POLLY and Molly at thirty decided
that farming would satisfy their
souls; so they took agricultural
courses and started in on milk. Their
experiment was a year old when Faith
Green went to visit the model plant.
Above all things Polly and Molly were
scientific, and running their farm on a
business basis; and they were very
serious in their attitude. For a day
after Faith’s arrival, things went
smoothly. Finally she was taken to
see the cow stable. She was specially
Interested In a few-weeks-old calf, and
on coming out she asked admiringly If
a big pall of milk standing near the
separator were all from the calf.
That question seemed to start the
flow going. Next she wanted to know
what Polly and Molly did when their
spring froze over’. A coldness had be
gun to settle on the party when Faith,
who had discovered an old hornet's
nest in her attic room, asked if hor
nets stung in the winter. That was
too much for Polly and Molly, and
they told her to try and see.
Faith left a day or so before her
visit was up. and hey two friends
heard nothing further than her bread
and-butter letter from her until the
winter was nearly over.- Then they
learned that Faith Green was engaged.
They were glad for her, but couldn't
help wondering what her husband
would do with her habit of foolish
questions. Then Polly was asked to
spend a week in town.
Faith immediately arranged a party
for Polly to meet her fiance. Faith
was obviously happy, and her fiance
obviously in love. Polly had begun to
decide that Faith’s pose of the human
interrogation point had been shed,
when the conversation turned to poli
tics. Immediately Faith began plung
ing. and Polly saw a look of controlled
disgust come over the face of the
young man beside her friend. Evi
■ dently this was an old experience.
“How can you tell you’re voting for
the right man," Faith wanted to know,
“when, if your ballot is cast for the
defeated candidate, it's wasted?”
That crisis, however, was safely
I passed, aud the group began to dls-
Icuss marriage. Then Faith turned to
i the only divorced lady among them
iand said: “I don’t see how one knows
a man will make a good husband with-
I out being married to him for a while,
j How did you find out, Mrs. Black?”
When Polly went back to the farm
j and told Molly about Faith’s party,
Mdlly said: “Oh, didn't you know—
the engagement has been broken? I
heard in a letter Just yesterday.”
Faith's fiance had decided that the
habit of foolish questions was one
that would grow, not decrease, with
age.
HAVE YOU THIS HABIT?
(® by Metropolitan Newspaper Sarrica.)
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A LITTLE FUN—
Not the Only Ones.
Zion City has decreed that the
world is flat. They must mean
France and Germany.—The Harvard
Lampoon.
Courts Investigation.
Suspicious Character —“Wot am I
supposed to ’ave stolen?”
Police—“A ’orse and van.”
“All right, search me!” —London
Mail*
Careless Friend.
Investigation into the theory that
a friend might have lopped off the
youth’s limbs and head is being
made. —From a News Item in the
Washington Times.
Two Drawbacks.
First Girl in Elevator—“ Miss S— —
is a nice girl, but rather loquacious.”
Second Girl in Elevator —“Yes;
and besides that, she talks too much.”
—Albany Evening Journal.
Mistaken Identity, Perhaps.
AMERICAN HEN
GOES TO AFRICA
Widow of Former U. S. Minister Will
Teach Poultry Raising.
—Headline in the Milwaukee Jour
nal.
Speeding Problem.
When a traffic cop overhauls you
and asks you where you’re going, tell
him you were hurrying to buy tickets
to the policemen’s ball before they
are sold out. This plan works any
where, at all hours of the day or
night.—Motor Age.
Such a Comedown.
St. Peter—“ That new arrival
seems disappointed in heaven.”
Gabriel—“He is. He’d just finish
ed reading a real-estate agent’s pros
pects of a new residence tract when
his flivver ran over an embankment.”
—The American Legion Weekly.
Her Donation.
Canvasser —“Madame, will you do
nate something to the new hospital?”
Mrs. Clancy (who has just finish
ed an argument)—“Well, ye might
step in an’ take a look at Clancy.
Maybe he’d do.”—The American Le
gion Weekly.
Getting at the Cause.
The Reporter—“ And to what do
you attribute your wonderful age?”
The Centenarian —“Well, as far
as I can make out, sir, it lies between
somebody’s salts, and someone’s old
ale, tho there’s a beef extract and
invalid port wot’s in the running, but
the bargaining ain’t finished yet.”—
The Passing Show (London).
Neither.
Capt. A. B. Randall of the reno
vated Republic told a story the other
day.
“A steward,” he said, “stood at
the gangway of a ship of mine, and
as he stood there he kept shouting
for the benefit of the arriving pas
sengers:
“First-class to the right! Second
class to the left.”
“A young woman stepped daintily
aboard with a baby in her arms. As
she hesitated before the steward he
bent over her and said in his chival
rous way:
“First or second?”
“Oh!” said the girl, her face as
red as a rose. “Oh, dear, it’s—it’s
nnt minp ” Thp Pitt.shurc'h Sun.
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* married couple knows that money is a great aid to happi- !
® ness. The couple that starts out married life with a nice a
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| D. C. ALFORD, President - R. C. THORNTON, V.-President |
| M. M. NORMAN, V.-President - FRED S. WHITE, Cashier
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* D. C. ALFORD - S. W T . THORNTON - R. E. MATHESON I
* I. J. PHILLIPS -M. M. NORMAN - DR. W. I. HAILEY I
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Hear And Their
By DANA
IT’S A FUNNY thing.
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ABOUT LIFE.
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THAT NO matter where we go.
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OR WHAT we do.
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OR HOW much money we have.
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OR HOW easy our jobs.
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AND HOW pleasant our work.
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THE OTHER fellow’s job.
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ALWAYS SEEMS the easiest.
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AND AS I sat today.
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IN A hotel lobby.
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WITH A good friend.
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AND TALKED for hours.
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WE BOTH contended.
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THAT THE other’s job.
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WAS THE easiest.
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AND HE was the owner.
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OF A successful hotel.
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WITH LOTS of “jack.”
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AND EASY hours.
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BUT COMPLAINED of work.
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AND ALL the “griefs.”
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AND HOW he wished.
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HE HAD my job.
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AND WOULD travel.
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AND SEE the world.
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AND MEET all the people.
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WHEN ALL the time.
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I WAS a thinking.
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WHAT A SOFT life he had.
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WITH HIS permanent home.
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AND HIS regular hours.
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AND HIS regular meals.
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AND NO trains to catch.
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AND NO “tips” to give.
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AND SO it is.
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ALL THROUGH life.
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THAT IT’S always the other guy.
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WITH THE easiest job.
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I THANK YOU.
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Modern inventions make it hard
for criminals. A burglar, on a dark
night, can’t tell whether he’s open
ing the safe or tuning in the radio
set.—Jersey City Jersey Journal.