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Title: Walt Mason : his book
Year: 1916 (1910s)
Authors: Mason, Walt, 1862-1939
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Publisher: New York : Barse & Hopkins
Contributing Library: Scott - York University Libraries
Digitizing Sponsor: Ontario Council of University Libraries and Member Libraries

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er cheeks, alreadyfair. And when shes fooled three hoursaway, and she appears, in glad array, sheisnt half as nice and neat, she isnt half asslick and sweet as she appeared, four hoursago, when she was wearing calico. If shewould take the time she fools away withpaints and curling tools, and read somebooks, of prose or rhyme, shed get somevalue for her time. She pads her head out-side with rats, machine made hair andmonster hats; and gladness might with herabide, if she would pad her head inside.For beauty is a transient thing; the hurriedyears are on the wing; the dazzling maidenof today will soon be haggard, worn andgray; and in lifes winter, when she sits be-side her lonely hearth and knits, it will notlessen her despair, to think of rats she usedto wear. But if her mind is stored withgold from books the sages wrote of old, withancient lore or modern song, the days willnot seem drear and long; lifes twilight willbe calm and fair, and loneliness will not be there. BerylsBoudoir (6s)
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Honors do not count for much auithpeople underground Walt Mason WHEN you are dead, my wearyfriend—and some day you mustdie—the crowds will stand alongthe curb to see the hearse go by; and at thechurch the folks will stand and raise amournful din, and pile a lot of roses on thebox that you are in. And people then willshake their heads and say it is a shame, thatsuch a honeybird as you should have toquit the game; and when beneath the sodyou rest in your mail order gown, youllhave a big fat monument thats sure to holdyou down. But little will it all avail, foryoull be sleeping sound, and honors do notcount for much with people underground.Youd rather have some kindness while youtread this vale of tears, than have your dustlamented oer for fifty million years. Post- Mortem Honors (67) AfterA While (68) Walt Mason THE mother, tired, with aching head,from sweeping floors and bakingbread, called to her daughter: Su-san, dear, I wish youd help a little here.Fair Susan, in the parlor dim,

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