Uncle Hyrum on City Life

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out of the broken ranks of failure, and, despite all odds, fight on

calmly, courageously, unflinchingly, serenely confident that, in the end, right living and right doing — must triumph. (The next article in this series,"The Sculptural Figures of

Society," will appear in the March number of the Era.)

Uncle Hiram on City Life.

Yes, it's lively in the city where they've got their 'lectric lights, And the people soon have wrinkles from their stay in' out o' nights; They've got shows and things to keep 'em from a-gittin' lonesome there, And they look all-fired stylish in the costly clo's they wear; But I guess they have their troubles just the same as me and you, And I reckon that they're often ruther worse'n ours, too.

We've got wood piled in the woodshed that'll last a year er so, And there's more out where that come from and more saplin's still to grow; We ain't worried over coal strikes, let the cold winds blow away, We can carry in the billets and not have a cent to pay; While they're shiverin' up yonder where they've got so much to see, We can heat up fer the babies that the Lord sent you and me.

There is always somethin' doin' to make city people sad; If it ain't a sausage famine, why you'll hear the water's bad; When the strikers stop the street cars then the mischief is to pay, And the people have to foot it, gettin' clubbed along the way; And the fever epidemics and the small-pox every year Keep the city people stewin', and I'm glad to live out here.

Oh, it's quiet in the country and there's few uncommon sights, And God's moon and stars up yonder have to do for 'lectric lights; But with 'taters in the cellar and with wood piled in the shed, When there's hay stacked in the hay-mows for the stock that must be fed, They can have their noisy city, with the sights up there to see, And the kind old quiet country will be good enough for me. — S. E. Kiser, in Chicago Record-Herald