This yearís traffic, shopping and other business receipts show a marked increase on those of last year, and a general improvement is apparent everywhere.
Long faces, hanginí lips aní eyes without a smile, Meegrims aní mulligrubs, mournfulness aní moans, Faith in the future gone to glory for the while -- Iíve seen it all a score oí times (said old George Jones). I seen it all a year ago, if you will but recall: I scoffed at it aní laughed at it while you was sittiní mum, Aní now a little twelve months has gone aní changed it all Hard times is heavy, but the good times come. See-saw, up aní down, lifeís like that, Thoí memories is short like, aní men donít heed; But have a bit of grey stuff beneath yer ole brown hat Aní sit a while aní think a bit -- thatís what men need. Think a bit of yesterday aní what you used to be -- Peeriní in the future with a sick, sad eye. Well, hereís a bit of future, it ainít such misery; Aní thereís heaps more aícominí in the sweet by-aní-by. Hard times is heavy, but the good times come -- See-saw, up aní down, lifeís like that. I told you so a-yesterday when you was sittiní mum; Iím telliní you again today when times grow fat. So, whatís the use of playiní at the pessimistic trade -- Meegrims aní mulligrubs, mournfulness aní moans? Faith in the future, it has never been betrayed, Iíve proved it all a score oí times (said old George Jones).
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