DEAFNESS.
(By WAI/T MASON.) My ears don't work tho way they should; my hearing isn't extra good; and agents come most every morn to sell some patent audihorn, some strange contraption, painted blue, to mako mo hear as well as you. I shoo said agents from my door and toll them to come back no more. To buv such traps I'd he a loon; my deafness ,ib my greatest boon. The fellow with a weary tale with fungus on it ho U tell his story when he has to yell. 1 miss so many tales of woe, so many chestnuts all men know, so'much of gossip mean and punk, H0 much o fh« ™S gerß ' I'd despise the meddling men who brought my hearing back again. And when 1 seek my couch at night I'm like a chid, 1 sleep so tight. Tho noise that keeps you all awake my gentle slumbers cannot break. Ido not hear the rounder yell, I do not hear tho milkman's bell; tho chugging motors scorching by can't make your uncle bat an eye. I'm satisfied, the way I am; you see me merry as a clam, and if I heard as well as you, no doubt you'd find me grim and blue.
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Star (Christchurch), Issue 20001, 17 July 1920, Page 8
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208DEAFNESS. Star (Christchurch), Issue 20001, 17 July 1920, Page 8
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