WECAN HEL PY

NEVER AGAIN !

Dear Lumber Dealer, this is it: We are giving too much credit. When our lumber is gone without a cent, How the H- will we pay our rent?

A farmer calls, who u'ould near abide, A barn to build eighty by fifty feet wide. Will you figure this bill, and get down on the price? Your competitor has been to see me trvice.

Now sharpen your pencil, and figure low, For money is scarce, and we must go slolv. We get busy, and cut our profits out. We must land this bill without a doubt.

Fifth and

The lumber is sold, the barn is built. The farmer's sedan is trimmed with gilt. Sixty days rollby; no check has come. You call on the farmer; he's not at home. Gone on a vacation for a month or two. Don't suppose he ever thought of you. You wait with patients till he gets home, Then find his pockets bare as a bone.

You will have to rvait until harvest is o'er. You go back to your office feeling damn sore, And swear next time lumber in the pile will stay Until the farmer has money to pay.