Omaha daily bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 187?-1922, 1912-01-06

you luDeS hlNeT all
And the whole theater full Of rubes who
were seeing the play sat and laughed
and laughed so hard they nearly forgot
TO applaud, / wonder why?
Automobiles. Wallets, footmen, night
at the club-'what n glorious ambition TO
know all these Marvellous things, to drink
them in with your mothers milk even II
you have to roost in flat and so In
debt to your tailor to do II.
Get rich, get rich, get richl
Don't live In home; live In a cave,
Don't have a friend; have a waiter.
Don't have children have buffers.
Don't have wife for n sweetheart.
Why, the idea OF doing such Il "Rube"
thing as that when there's a whole street
full OF show girls just waiting for you.
Choose a good gid and marry her as
soon as she'll let you find your happiness
In her sweet eyes. your comfort in her
simple faith, your wish 20 live because
she lives, and you can make her happy
Tut-tut Youll never get very far on
Broadway with any such idea as that.
And yet there are people who take that
view OF life, millions OF them right In this
very country OF ours, and, whisper, they
.ook happier when you look right at them
than these wise folks who are so much
in the know" as theyll call IT, II seems
to me.
Good morning, Mr.. Country Cousin. Just
In from Cleveland, are you? What, you
find the rooms small here In little old
New York. and the houses are ugly and
not comfortable In any way? Well, just
think OF Broadway, what can you say
about that?
Lonesome. here in New York? Why,
the idea
The town is full Of walters and taxi
drivers and hato chuck men. They'll all
be mighty pleasant TO you II you only
treat them right, but for goodness sako
don't let them know you como from a
place where you have front porch all
to yourself, and three bath rooms, and
lots OF real friends, and library full OF
real books, and room enough 10 keep
them too, or they'll know you're Just
"Rube" and laugh at sou, and that
would be a fearful thing.
Yes, yes, 1 know your kind. You're IN
love with your own WIFE, actually in
love with her. You work together hand
I'm hand you two. Poor today may be,
but what hopes for tomorrow Bad times
now, but never mind; think what's ahead
Of you. What's the difference II the
road you walk is a little rough in places,
You're together, you and the woman you
love, together all the way.
What's that ahead In the turn there,
n boyle man. sickness, poverty, disCour-
agement? Pooh, pooh! Sing the boyle
out OF existence. Why, what a sweet,
clear voice she has, the little woman who
walks with you.
Whew, that was a broather that hill.
She'll be tired 20 death, what not even
painting, the little whoman who seemed
so delicate when you chose her out Of
all the world TO be your companion down
the long road? She's laughing at you for
being tired, She's as fresh as paint her
self
on, on again, Now the road Is smooth
for a while. What a charming BIT Of
shade. Who are these coming to meet
you down the sun-flecked shadow? Little
fellows they are.
See the one ahead there-his mothers
very eyes,
Who is the Tod-cheeked nuisance I'm the
ever a man stepped I'm his grandchid's
shoes,
How many friends there are along tho
way There's the fellow you helped when
he was down and out. Doing well now Is
ne? That's good.
/ How his face lights up when he sees
/ you.
! See there's the poor girl the Little
/ Woman stood by when she was In trouble.
sho'd die to serve either Of you now.