Who
tries to make people laugh?
The humorist;
Who
grinds his daily string of chaff?
The humorist.
Who
wracks his brain from stem to stern
To
do a daily funny turn,
That
he a bone or two may earn?
The humorist.
Who’s
pictured fat, with laughing face?
The humorist;
Who’s
thought good natured, full of grace?
The humorist.
Who’s
lean and lank and bowed with care,
Whose
head no longer knows its hair,
Who
carries round a tombstone air?
The humorist!
Who
digs all day, with heart of woe?
The humorist;
For
chestnuts of the long ago?
The humorist.
Who
drags him home, his spirit broke,
To
put his head and feet to soak,
Because
he’s tried to crack a joke?
The humorist.
March
19, 1913
For
Col. #1.
Sent
to B.Journal
Mar.
20, ‘13
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