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MR. H. 'T . BRAGDON OF MILLINOCKET, ME.

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HEN you're down and out and frowsled alnd the world JOOkS,black and blue, And a tramp would seem respectable compared with you-to you; Don't thin1{ you're going under-the undertal{er to require-But taIm a chance, old Chappie and g-et Bl'agdon on the wire! Tell him you feel plumb-rotten: that you're a c€l'tain-sure disg-race And he'll phone you "Change your linen! Buck up and take a brace," Aud he'll send you spotless garments from his "Magic" laundry-shop. Or he'll take you out a-fishing where the deep-sea plummets drop, 01' he'll talk of Millinocket-Magic City of HIe East. Or he'll hustle for your comfort without kicldng ill the least, And if that won't serve to cure you and all hope for you is past. He will uuderta,k e your funeral-in a mauner unsurpassed.

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