ST WISH I HAD CLAWS LIKE THAT CAT 
KILLED YESTERDAY.”’ 
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‘CLET ME SHOW YOU HOW TO CLIMB.” 
IN; EVGRES. GRASP: 
MARY A. DICKERSON, 
Oh, it's money makes the world go round— 
Dan Cupid isn’t in it— 
It’s money makes us love the friends 
Who’re sure to spend and win it. 
There may have been a time, my lad, 
When lasses loved for merit; 
But now, for all their pretty smiles, 
They’re sharp as any ferret. 
And lads are just as bad, my lass, 
They want a wife whu’s wealthy, 
And poorer girls may work and wait 
Though they be fair and healthy. 
Oh me, the world’s all upside down, 
And who will ever mend it; 
For we've all worked to make it so, 
Till now none dare offend it! 
