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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Old Town Types No. 18</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Johnny Nock, the auctioneer, golden-bearded, ever gay,<br>Spread about him great good cheer in his prosperous heyday;<br>Familiar sight on district roads - his buckboard and his pacing roans,<br>As men, perched high on harvest lands, waved whips and called in cheery tones;<br>For not a man had ill to speak of open-handed Johnny then,<br>Since, with its fortune at the peak, the old town valued spending men.<br>And Johnny spent, come shine, come rain; and earned and spent and carried on<br>With his prophetic trade-refrain of 'Going - Going - Going - Gone!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Johnny Nock, the auctioneer, at his more important sales<br>Always stood the crowd free beer, serving it from bright tin pails. And, as the pannikins passed round, few were too churlish not to quaff,<br>While Johnny, from his vantage ground, tossed banter back, and laugh for laugh<br>At some broad jest, then paused to praise this 'splendid beast,' these 'fine fat <br>sheep';<br>Then, as the bids began to rise, vowed dolefully they went too cheap.<br>And sudden optimists would grant that as a rustic wit he shone,<br>This wag, with his familiar chant of 'Going - Going - Going - Gone!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So Johnny Nock, the auctioneer, spent and prospered, spent again,<br>Till 'Progress' brought the railroad here, and out across the Mallee plain.Then puzzled men knew vague unease as prices, too, began to fall;<br> They talked about economies, and failed to understand it all.<br>Yet Johnny Nock, now past his prime, smiled on, and scorned ill-omened tales,<br>And drew commissions for a time from dismal, beerless mortgage sales.<br> Then, most men realised, at last, the old town's star no longer shone.<br> The glory of the reckless past was, 'Going - Going - Going - Gone!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Old Johnny Nock, the auctioneer, his golden beard now clipped and grey,<br>In his wheeled-chair dragged out the drear and clouded sunset of his day.<br> His house, his buckboard, all were sold, his latest pair of prancing roans;<br> But Johnny, grown infirm and old, greeted all men in jovial tones.<br>He wheeled himself about the town, still patron of the racing club<br>For old times' sake; he wore no frown, and found much business at the pub.<br> Then, one still night, in accents clear he cried, 'Who bids, gents? Carry on!'<br> And Johnny Nock, the auctioneer was 'Going - Going - Going - Gone!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Clarence+Michael+James+Stanislaus+Dennis">Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis</a><div class=q>
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Spread about him great good cheer in his prosperous heyday;
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As men, perched high on harvest lands, waved whips and called..."></div>
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