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EXPLAINED 

(HYMN)

 GEORGE WHITEFIELD D'VYS 

Ο NE sultry day I chanced to pause 
Beneath a welcome shade, 
And there espied a lad and lass 
Were selling lemonade.

"How much!" I asked in merry mood. 

"One cent, sir," said the lass. 

"Mine is two cents the boy ex-

claimed, 

"Say, mister, buy a glass!"

I sipped wee samples from each pail, 

And really found it true, 

The drink that cost one cent a glass 

Surpassed that costing two.

I slipped the little girl a dime, 

And quaffed her lemonade, 

Then quaffed thrice more, declaring it 

The best drink ever made.

"Yet why," I asked, "charge half his 

price 

When yours is, twice as fine?"

 In quiv'ring tones her answer was: 

"A kitty fell in mine!"

 Courtesy Dumb Animals  

THE ORIGINAL HISTORICAL ARTICLE PRESENTED AS IT WAS FOUND IN THIS HISTORICAL MAGAZINE OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA

AMERICAN COOPERATIVE JOURNAL    JULY- AUGUST  1922