SCHOOL DAYS BY ALLMAN
SOtfE FELLERS Afce
PETTER EM TO
AH! LIST TO THIS POEM!
; It's One of Bertbn Braley's Very Best.
Now this is the tale of the lonely trail that leads to the woods of Lynn,
Where the white owl cries with its purblind eyes and the sparrows are get
For east Is east and the yellow yeast isbubbling beneath its bed
And fifteen men on the dead man's chest are eating their whole wheat
bread, ' "
They are eating it raw by thd tribaTlaw and the oath of a bygone yeaf,
And they swallow thejCrust as children must in spite of the falling tear.
Let the .gray wolves howl as -they-slink and prowl' where the heart of the
Let the panther blink at the awesome, stink of the polecat as he flies,
We follow the trail of the Kiikkhi Kheyl'with never a moment's slack.
We follow the path of the hidden wrath to the end of the world and back,
We must make our way to the'sanguine fray to fight for the hopeless hope.
(This song Tsing doesn't mean a thing" but ain't it impressive dope?)
' lo o
"What do you think? That lady
cop tried to kiss me and when I, re
fused to let her she arrested me.'"
"Arrested you ! On -what charge? "
an officer." N. Y.
Lemon juice, on an empty stom
ach, cleanses the digestive organs.
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