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November, 1920
public refuses to use its intelligence
We cannot appeal to its caution, be
cause it throws caution to the winds.
We must therefore meet "this evil
with law of the sternest kind.
In Concluiion.
Thoughtful men of long life, care
ful observation and varied experience
are forced to the belief that the
country builds more solidly and en-
duringly when it plods along steadily
and sturdily, making moderate gains
each year and content therewith, for (
the years of business hysteria always
leave an aftermath of liability which
must be paid from the earnings of
the succeeding moderate years.
It seems, therefore, that all of us
should not sit still and pay the piper’s
bill in order that a minority may have
a wild dance.
We are now confronted with the
debt paying time. We must face some
years of liquidation, and as we are the
people who have brought affairs to
the present pass, we must show our
manhood by facing the necessities of
the time with courage, industry, good
temper, fidelity to obligations and a
resolute determination that not again
in our generation will we permit an
other national debauch. For the en
suing headache is too severe.
Copyrighted, 1920, by Bernard.Suttler.
T.HE ATLANTJAN
LET “DAD DO IT”
192 Courtland St.
Back to Nature.
Near the Black Forest, in the Alps
and in other cold climates are sani
tariums where sick people go about
without clothes in order to get well.
They roam barefoot over the snow,
and, arrayed only in a smile, brave
with impunity the bitter blast. They
are thus restored to health.
Why not, therefore, face the future
with cheerful tranquility and the ex
pectation of long life? Clothes are
rapidly becoming so expensive that
they will have to be abandoned. But,
after all. Providence may know its
business better than we think. The
cost of clothes may be only its wily '.
-scheme to keep uS all physically fit.
The Interloper. .
The fifty-seven amendments to the
Constitution held a convention in In
dependence Hall in 1935.
No sooner seated around the ma
hogany than they were interrupted
by a great commotion outside.
Craning from the windows, they
saw an old, battered, tattered man
being hustled away from the hall,
which he had tried to enter.
It was the Constitution of the Unit
ed States.
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To Delia, Kitchen Bolshevist.
(Who quitted us abruptly when we
had guests, leaving dinner unserved.)
Ah, turn again! We will submit,
We will not forget the sabotage,
The language hurled in thunder-fit.
The fierce barrage
Of kitchen ware, your disesteem
Of our suburban purlieus rude.
Your muffins were an artist’s dream
Of pulchritude—
No cubist crudities; your pies,
Lyric ambrosial perfection;
Your salads, manna from the skies.
In moist dejection
We view the unwashed sink, the tins
Of meat insipid; just abysm
Of us who, for our bourgeois sins,
Face Bolshevism.
We will amend. Whate’er befall,
Our censor’d tongues shall not com
plain: .
Bonds, chattels, credit—take them all 1
Ah, turn again!
E. 0. James.
' Before a girl marries she prays that
she may make him a good’ wife, and
,after marriage she asks the Lord to
make him a better husband.
Wind.
Wind! Wind!
Wind that batters the peak and the
sob, .
Wind of the raucus-murderous lunge,
Rodin of the clouds,
Angelo' of the sea,
Lash me and lave me arid rinse out
my brain 1
Wind! Wind! v . ; •
Wind that baters the peak and the
pine,.
Wind that gambols with the light of
the stars,
Breath , of Titania, .
Thunder of Thor, ••
Swish me and swirl me out of my
fleshJ
Wind! Vfand! '
Wind that knocks on the doors of
the dead,
Wind that pummels the bergs of the
North,
Lash of a fury,’
Caresser of daises,
Grave on my forehead the lustre of
Light! ’
Benjamin De Casseres.
“Eh, Bobbie, how about the little
•girl in the corner? ’ Did you kiss
her?”
“Oh, no sir! At that’ age they
squirm too much.”