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THE DALTON CITIZEN, THURSDAY, JULY 7' 1921.
Dalton Citizen
PUBLISHED EVERY THURSDAY.
V. 8. SHOPS „ Editor
T S. McOAMY : Associate Editor
Official Organ of the United States Oircnit and District
Courts, Northwestern division. Northern District of Georgia.
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DALTON, GEORGIA, THURSDAY, JULY 7, 1921.
The Fourth was both glorious and sane in Dal-
tbn. '
Possibilities of Childhood.
Fourth of July without showers. Who said the
day of miracles is past?
Tom Watson voted against the confirmation of
Mr. Taft as chief justice. Certainly, and for which
the latter should feel complimented.
Same Old Stuff.
Since I have been in the U. S. senate at
tempt after attempt has been made to slip that
noose over our necks. To handcuff and
shackle us and every time they have tried I
have jumped to the front and fought them
just as hard as I could. I told you last year
that effort would be renewed and I tell ybu
now we can’t afford to relax our vigilance
one bit.—Tom Watson in Union City speech.
Wonder how Georgia ever got along without
Watson in the senate?
He referred in the above to the League of Na
tions, which of course this country will eventu
ally enter. It will be forced to do it. The peace
resolution passed the other day doesn’t mean
anything. Cotton has not advanced in price as a
result. Neither have any other farm products,
or anything else as for that matter.
It is a miserable piece of business, and is a
reflection on the intelligence of the membership
of the so-called “greatest deliberative body in the
world.”
Watson in the senate doesn’t amount to as much
as a knot on a log, and further, he never, will,
because he is in open rebellion against everything
that is good for the country. There is nothing
constructive about him. He can talk and write
plausibility for his crowd, and no matter what he
says or writes it suits them.
Black is white, if he says so, and the moon .is
made of green cheese.
“Banks have had to close doors; merchants have
gone into bankruptcy; fields are deserted, and
some of the lands won’t bring enough to pay the
taxes,” dramatically exclaimed Mr. Watson in one
of his perfervid outbursts, and yet as a senator,
he has done nothing to bring relief. He has talked
and talked, and that is all he has done. Why
doesn’t he do something to send the price of cot
ton up? If he were not a member of the senate
he could very readily tell it how to do to send up
prices of ajl commodities, give employment to the
jobless, and open up the busted banks, make
populous with farm hands the deserted fields, and
increase the value of the land that “won’t bring
enough to pay the taxes.” But being a Jack Cade
in office he is both helpless and powerless. He
can only paw the air, yell at Wilson, the Federal
Reserve banks, Guggenheim and Morgan—the
same kind of stuff he has been passing out for thir
ty years.
Under the head of “Watsonism’s Failure” the
Macon Telegraph says:
Don Quixote, thou art a brave knight. And
but for thee and thy valiant steed, those wind
mills yonder would partake of the shape of
dread dragons and devour the countryside.
“Since I have been in the United States sen
ate, attempt after attempt has been made to
slip that noose over our necks, to handcuff and
shackle us, and every time they have tried,
I have jumped to the front and' fought them
as hard as I could”—referring to the men who
struggle to “establish a League ot Nations to
compromise you and your freedom.”
Those are words of Mr. Watson—we are
afraid you already knew it. Those are the ex
clamations of that venerable patriot that rep
resents Georgia in the United States senate—
but it is probably not necessary to tell you.
“Banks have had to close doors, merchants
have gone into bankruptcy, fields are deserted,
and some of the lands won’t bring enough
to pay the taxes.”
Closed banks, bankrupt merchants, desert
ed fields, unprofitable lands—but why?
The United States did not enter the League
of Nations, so that can have nothing to do
with it. Mr. Watson and the republican party
did get elected, so we haven’t their defeat to
enter into the situation. With the League out
of the way and Mr. Watson in the senate,
isn’t that enough to bring prosperity to Amer
ica? We heard it was when Mr. Watson and 1
the republican party were out to keep Amer
ica from entering the Versailles affair—al
though, incidentally, if Mr. Watson had never
been-born, the republicans would have han
dled the matter by themselves just as it was
handled.
We recall that one Woodrow Wilson said in
effect that “Whosoever shall buck this tide
shall be swept high and dry”; and although the
demagogues won their victory, the people are
left at home with the bag to hold. Georgians
fought a World War for Liberty. “Liberty for
what and for whom?” asks Mr. Watson. Lib
erty for Mr. Watson, of course, and his kind.
Liberty for the men who first opposed the
war and then opposed all we won by it. Lib
erty for the men who so locked the wheels
of international affairs that millions of bales
of cotton are tied up in southern warehouses
—and that means Tom Watson andhis damn-
Europe crew. Liberty for men who raise the.
banner of self and call it the Stars and Stripes.
Liberty for the men who when all history’s
greatest attempt to set up law and order
throughout the world was on the verge of
success, arose and said that world law and
order was anti-American in principle. And
nothing has ever been so false and so mis
leading.
The tide is sweeping in—and even the dem
agogues will be caught on its crest before it
is hurled back by the constructive forces that
are so hateful to one Thomas E. Watson.
Farmers head the list of those who go crazy,
says an exchange. No wonder. They can’t stand
everything, and the advice of politicians, too .
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And to think it cost a million and a half for a
twelve minutes slugging match between a gentle
man and a brute. It goes to show how very fool
ish a lot of people are.
Tom Watson is now charging up about all the
government ills to the federal banks. Oh, piffle,
what a useful commodity you prove to be when a
demagogue wants to use you.
Originality is a very beautiful thing, but, after
all, there is very little true originality. Nearly
every idea of today has been given birth before,
but because perhaps treated in another way grew
to a different maturity. Thus thoughts and aspi
rations of thousands of yesterdays are used today
and probably will be used tomorrow.
Today we borrow our thought from a poem
“The Man To Be” by Edgar Guest which stresses
the responsibility of parents in the following way:
The Man To Be.
Some day the world will need a man of courage
in a time of doubt,
And somewhere, as a little boy, thqt future hero
plays about.
Within some humble home, no doubt, that instru
ment of greater things
Now climbs upon his father’s knee, or to his
mother’s garments clings.
And when shall come that call for him to render
service that is fine,
He that shall do God’s mission here may be your
little boy or mine.
Some day the world will need a man! I stand
beside his cot at night
And wonder if I’m teaching him, as best I can, to
. know the right.
I am the father of a boy—his life is mine to make
or mar—
And he no better can become that what my daily
teachings are;
There will be need for someone great—I dare not
falter from the line—
The man that is to serve the world may be that
little boy of mine.
The world is going to need not only one man
but MEN and WOMEN to forge ahead and see that
the work of the day is done and the ideals of our
forefathers are upheld. These men and women
must come from the homes of today, and into their
early life must be woven the principles of right,
their training must be thorough and their minds
encouraged to think. Their health must be guard
ed, for their physical well-being determines in a
measure their fitness for the duties of tomorrow.
In the forties there came into a humble home in
Milan, Ohio, a little bit of humanity to be cher
ished by his mother who helped him as he grew
older to get as much of an education as their
meager funds permitted. Today sees fulfilled the
possibilities of childhood, but who three score
years ago could foresee that this boy’s invention
would make his name—Thomas Edison—world
famous?
In the late fifties there was born into a Presby
terian minister’s home in Staunton, Va., a boy
who romped and studied and grew from day to
day amid wholesome surroundings. But then
who realized that all the generations that had
gone before were to “pave the way for one—one
man to serve the Will Divine?” And the world
progressed-jnany years in one because of Wood
row Wilson’s service to humanity. He proved to
be “the man of courage in a time of doubt.”
In the sixties to Polish parents came a little
girl “Marie” who as Madame Curie is today doing
so much for the world through her and her hus
band’s discovery, radium.
In the seventies G. Marconi whose life has
changed the method of world communication was
born in a Bologna home. His early life was like
that of many boys, but a trained mind enabled
him to render a service that binds every part
of the globe together.
In the eighties—but a short while ago—there
began a little life at Robbins, Tenn. This little
Tennessee tike—Bruce Barton—developed his per
spective and because of his own will and his
home influence has become one of the best com-,
momsense editorial writers of today, and his good
infltrence is reaching farther than perhaps he
ever hoped it would.
And just as the homes of yesterday were called
on to give us the workers and thinkers of’today,
so of today’s homes will be demanded doers for
tomorrow’s work. Truly “In some little bed to
night the great man of tomorrow' sleeps, and He
who sent him here, the secret of his purpose
keeps.”
Would your little boy or little girl be ready
should the world summon one of them tomorrow
for a big task? It would be your life’s greatest
disappointment should your child be summoned
and because of omissions of his parents not be
able to serve his generation and leave a name to
be remembered by posterity.
Perhaps we have not attained the heights we
once anticipated, but in our children we have a
second opportunity. Let us re-read “The Man to
•Be” and let our minds dwell for aw’hile upon the
responsibility that parenthood brings.
Editor Rucker, of Alpharetta, admonishes us to
go 'easy with Woodall, of LaGrange, that he is a
preacher, and is no doubt praying for us. All
we got to say is we don’t want his kind to pray
for us.
The Power of Advertising.
“I made Wrigley’s synonymous with chew
ing gum by advertising. When people saw
Wrigley’s they thought of gum. When they
wanted gum they thought of Wrigley s, he
continued. .
“Advertising is the locomotive pulling your
business along. Stop advertising, disconnect
the locomotive and your business slows down
to a stop. You’ll lose a lot of valuable time
getting started again. -* ’
“An advertising splurge is seldom very ef
fective. People forget your store, your busi
ness, as soon as you forget them. Keep them
thinking about your store by thinking about
the people, and the only way to reach them
is by advertising. , . M .
"Remember when you advertise that you
are advertising, not boasting. vy- ,
“Don’t spread your advertising out too thin!
“The newspapers are one of the most ef-
fective methods of advertising, fof* many ob-
vious reasons. Practically everyone reads a
newspaper.” .
“Once you are in business advertising is a
necessary investment.. It gets you what you
always need, more business. Theres no
quicker or more reliable way to grow than
to advertise.” said Mr. Wrigley.
“Mv first advertising contract was for $3UU.
Last year I spent $3,500,000 in advertising
‘Wrigley’s.’ Now I spend $10,000 a day.
“Figure out how many sticks of gum must
be sold to meet this advertising appropriation
alone and see for yourself how advertising
gets results.”
The appointment of Wm. Howard Taft as chief
justice of the supreme court of the United States
is a most appropriate selection. Mr. Taft is uni
versally popular, and is eminently fitted to fill
the place acceptably.
The Prevalence of Crime.
Eminent psychologists, busines men, and all oth
ers as for that matter, are offering various and
sundry explanations as to the cause or causes of
the crime wave which is wet-blanketing the United
States. We must confess it, and we do it with
shame, that there is more crime in the United
States than in any other civilized country. Here
we have constitutional prohibition, and it used to
be said by the advocates of this “reform” that most
of our ills were due to strong drink. This must
not be true, but there are many very eminent per
sons in this country who attribute much of the
crime to the prohibition law. It has done its part
in making lawlessness popular, and where there is
disrespect for one law, there is not enough respect
for ^ny.
According to William B. Joyce, president of the
National Surety Company, crime is attributable to
eleven, causes, all of which are the result of the
war. Within the last year the surety companies of
the United States have'paid out $16,000,000 in bur
glary and embezzlement insurance. And it might
here he stated that this doesn’t represent the full
amount. Frequently embezzled funds are made
good'by relatives of the embezzler, which is high
brow for thief.
Mr. Joyce sums up as follows:
Widespread disrespect for law-and proper
ty, due to cynicism and callousness brought
on by the war; greater opportunity for dis
honesty now than before the war; discontent
as a result of exaggerated reports of profits
made through the war; war experiences of,
criminals tending to make them more hard
ened; reaction from high wages and extrava
gant living of the war period; unemployment
among those recently attracted *to cities and
who refuse to return to their fonner commun
ities; published reports of enormous flotations
of investment securities with their implica
tion that some of the people do not have their
rightful share of wealth; doctrines of social
ism. bolshevism, etc.; inadequate accounting
methods with their misleading get-rich-quick
showings; carelessness in employing those
unworthy to be trusted, and the lavish and
unseemly display of valuables in public places.
One or two of the Georgia weeklies take para
graphs from “Topics in Brief” page of Literary
Digest and revamp them, running them as some
thing purely original. Those who practice this
may fool themselves, but they fool no one else.
The Digest is widely read, and it doesn’t take a
sleuth to detect stolen items from it.
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♦ CLIPPINGS AND COMMENTS ♦
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Tex Rickard is said to have netted $550,000
out of the Dempsey-Carpentier fight.;—Rome
Tribune-Herald.
It must be true that a sucker is born every min
ute.
It is said the worst criminals in New York
are mere youths.—Greensboro Herald-Jour-
nal.
This will come very near holding good every
where else. What shall the harvest be?
The time to advertise is when business is dull
est. It is then that the appeal ought to go out in
the loudest and most convincing terms.
Many merchants complain of the inroads the
mail order houses make on their business. They
do make inroads, and they do it by constant ad
vertising. They never let up. The very fact that
this is true is the best evidence that advertising
pays. The mail order man is not personally
known to his customers, yet he gets the business
through the power of advertising. It is more pow
erful tharf 4 the personality of the non-advertiser,
though he may have a speaking acquaintance with
every man in the territory he serves.
Mr. Wrigley, of chewing gum fame, gives testi
mony to continuous, persistent advertising in the
following interview:
“It was on a train carrying me from Chica
go to my home in Passadena. A man who
overheard my name mentioned by others, ap
proached me,” says an Exchange.' 1
“Are you the Mr. Wrigley who manufact
ures chewing gum?” he asked.
“I’m the man,” I answered.
“Then, Mr. Wrigley, I’ve something to say
to you,” he said. “I’ve all the respect in the
world for a successful business man—under
stand that—but, you’re making a great mis
take.”
“What is it?” I asked him, for I’m always
anxious to learn my mistakes.
“How. much are you spending in advertis
ing?”
“Ten thousand dollors a day,”
“Well, you’re losing money fast! You'
should not have to advertise any more. Ev
eryone knows your gum. Advertising can’t
help you much any more.”
“My friend,” I said, “we’re riding on a train.
What would happen to this car if the locomo
tive was disconnected and went on ahead?
Well, that’s what would happen to my busi
ness if I stopped advertising.”
. “And in my answer to my well-intentioned
friend lies a great secret of successful adver
tising.
The New York Herald notes that Horace
Greeley said “the way to resume is to re
sume,” and in Washington it should be re
membered that the way to economize is to
stop spending.—Savannah Press.
How is it going to be done with so many “de
serving republicans” hollering for pie?
It is said that they are not going to pub
lish the names of the profiteers in Washing
ton. Possibly it is regarded as too great an
undertaking.—Columbus Enquirer-Sun.
On the other hand there might not be anybody
left fo read the list if it were published. People
don’t like to read about their own hoggishness.
It is said that a mild use of ether will make
people say what they know or think without
reservation. The question is, was it ether
or something at the banquet over in “wide-
open” England that made Harvey and Sims
so talkative?—Cedartown Standard.
Hardly. Those two fellows have always been
more or less talkative—generally more.
See by the paper that women filled many of
the costlier seats at the Dempsey-Carpentier
fight. Well, why not? Hasn’t a woman every
right in the world to be a saphead if she
wants to?—Macon, Telegraph.
Saphead is hardly the right name. Sucker seems,
to us the better.
There’s as much money in the country as •
there ever was; there’s as much property in
the country as there ever was; the trouble is
that everybody has gotten scared and nobody
has any confidence in anybody. Everything
is coming around allright -o the man who
keeps kicking.—Winder News.
That’s the right kind of talk—a fine sermon ^in
a few words.
Another negro was lynched in Mississippi
on Wednesday. As Georgia and Mississippi
seem to be running a >306 ,in lynching ne
groes* it is Georgia’s time next.—Albany Her
ald.
We believe in being generous to one’s state,
but as Georgia is ahead of Mississippi we can
hardly concede that it is Georgia’s time next.
What some people lack in brains they make
up in brass and imprudence.—Greensboro
Herald-Jpurnal. 1
And impudence.
George Rucker says: ‘*We’d rather be a
member of the Cool Creek Go-m-washm club,
than of the legislature.” Shut your mouth,
George! How dare you mention a thing like
that when the thermometer is peeping at the
100 notch?—Commerce News.
* George may be off on some things, but he s
right this time. Give us a membership in the
Cool Creek Go-in-washin’ club every time in pref
erence to one in the Jaw-Jaw legislature.
The new governor couldn’t forego the op
portunity to take a parting shot'at Ex-Presi
dent Wilson and Ex-Governor Dorsey in his
political speech on the occasion of his inaugu
ration. The Madisonian doesn’t think any
more of Hardwick than it did before.—Mad
isonian.
Mr. Hardwick’s “inaugural address” was char
acteristic of the man 'delivering it—very small.
The editor of the Tribune received an in
vitation to the annual convention of the mu
nicipal league of Georgia and to the luncheon
which followed at the Ansley Hotel, but inas
much as we are opposed to the municipal
league and its purposes, we did not attend.
—Walton Tribune.
The same is true with us. We are admonished
by the good book to avoid the very appearance of
evil.
It’s igetting almost so in* this country that
if a married man happens to meet his friend’s
wife downtown and asks her to have an ice
cream or something people will talk about
them.—Columbus Enquirer-Sun.
Uh, huh! Bet old man Tucker has been set
ting up his fat girl friend, and the gossips
have caught him. Serves him right, doggone
him.—Dalton Citizen.
If we should happen to see Old 'Shope at
the press meeting in Washington, no doubt
he will be ready to offer an'apology for scan
dalizing us that way.—Columbus Enquirer-
Sun.
We thought we were complimenting, you,
Brother Tucker. If the amende honorable is the
thing, here it is.
Judging from a few remarks we read in the
Columbus Enquirer-Sun, we are led to believe
that paper is not much impressed with the idea
of making Clark Grier prohibition enforce-
ment. officer for the state. We have been
thinking all the while that the suggestion was
meant as a joke.—Dalton Citizen. '
Our friend must have misread what we
wrote; for we were very much “impressed
with the idea of making Grier prohibition
officer for Georgia”—it impressed us as being
about the meanest joke that anyone could
think of playing on prohibition. For fur
ther information we might refer to the supe
rior court records of Richmond county.—Co
lumbus Enquirer-Sun.
Nope, we didn’t misread what you wrote. The
very idea of making Clark Grier prohibition en
forcement officer is a joke—Whether so meant or
not. But, then, maybe after all, he is the best the
republicans have for the job.
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♦ LETTERS FROM THE PEOPLE ♦
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Harps and Hymns.
To the Editor of The Dalton Citizen:
We are told heaven is a place of eternal rest;
and tHe orthodox meaning of rest is simply doing
nothing more laborious than thrumming harps
and singing hymns. But worth-while people do
not want to spend eternity thruming harps and
singing hymns. In this world they find the pur
est joy of life in worthy work well done; and
they cannot imagine how a higher jov can exist
m a world where there is nothing to'be aspired
alter, nothing to be overcome, nothing to be
learned, and no big, difficult things to be done.
Inej know that in this world idlenes is ruinous.
They know that in this w'orld the best and hap
piest people are those who fljfve a worthy work
t° do and are doing it with all their might.
Here no man ever reaches the limit of his capa-
bihty. His powers of mind are inexhaustible.
1 hey could go on develping power. Wonder why
such powers were given us if thev were intended
to be used only in this little world? It is not
work that wearies the soul and takes the sweet
ness out of life; but the wrong work. Give a
man his own place, his own tools and his own
work, and the day will not be long chough for
mm to weary of the tools or to exhaust the joy
of the work. Yonder is a man the neighborhood
knows as a shoe cobbler, but in his soul are pur-
^ anf I rolling seas and morning stars
and the music of the spheres. It is his soul that
1S -M OI . nS ^heaven. The cobbler’s bench and to'ols
will be left behind. It seems that heaven would
he a place where his poet-soul will find everlast
ing and unhindered expression.
Among his pile of books sits a sage, deep-eyed
hoary and wrinkled. All his life he has been
searching after knowledge. He began asking
questions as soon as he could talk. Go ask him
now what knowledge he has attained, and he
will teil you he has gathered a handful of pearls
on the beach, but that the unexplored ocean of
truth rolls away forever and forever. When that
man closes his deep eyds and thin white hands,
nas his search for knowledge forever ended? If
it has, how can he be happy unless he loses his
personality?, If he loves his personality, he has
perished. It seems heaven would be a place
where every soul could use its own powers to the
futlness of their capability; and that the harps
and the hymns are but the emblems of the eternal
harmony of life and of development in heaven
. JESSIE BAXTER SMITH.
♦ EXCHANGE OPINION ♦
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“The Republican Failure.”
The Boston Transcript, an independent repub
lican newspaper, speaks out quite boldly upon
what it tei*ms “The Republican Failure,” having
particular reference to the congressional branch
of the government, and especially to the house of
representatives. “Already,” says the Transcript,
at the executive end of Pennsylvania avenue the
whispered admission is heard that the administra
tion would find much easier the job of keeping
its campaign promises if the republican majorities
m the senate and house were not so large,” and
the Transcript goes on to say:
If popular sentiment here can be accepted
as a barometer of popular sentiment else
where, we think we can safely promise the
president that the next congressional election
will result m a considerable reduction in the
republican majority in each house. But the
congressional elections are more than a year
away, and the new senators and members of
congress then to be elected will not take their
seats until 1923. That is too long for even a
patient people to wait for relief from the
shortcomings of a congress so blatantly cal
lous as is the present house to the country’s
current needs. The failure of the republican
majority in the house to raise up a leadership
capable of doing the work that the republican
party pledged itself to do fronts the president
with the obligation of facing the facts and act
ing in their light. If he is unwilling or una
ble, through the exercise of the vast influence
of his office, or through the attractive amia
bility of his own personality, to bring order
out of chaos in the house, it is high time that
CHEERY
lays
for DREARY DAYS'
===== BY JAMES WELLS ——
Writer of Newspaper Verse, Hvr.m
and-Popular Song Lyrics - n '“oem,
. Stolen Fruit
Small boy m an apple tree
Just as happy as could be ’
Eating apples by the score.
Soon his little tummy’s sore
Doctor came, but no avail
Willie hit the heavenly trail
Now he sleeps ’neath April sh™, Q
While his friends “sayRffJJS*,
Sambo in a melon patch
Thought a melon he would snatch-
Cut the melon, red, oh, bo- cn ’
What a feast he did enjoy'' ’
But ’twas “ipecacked.” ’twac nio
Soon old Sambo was in pain P ln ‘
Then poor Sambo’s black erpw „ ,
As he played Jonah and iKffi
Fellow stole another’s wife-
Swore he loved her as his life
Called her “sugar” and such thina
Thought that sdl she lacked was
After they were married-vow) lngS ‘
Every day brought on a row
No more “sugar” for this dame-
She was called another name.
Fellow stole some bootleg booze
Moonshine hootch, sir, if voir ^
Thought he’d have a fiigh’oTd
To be sober was a crime e ’
Tipped the jug up to his ii D
Sorter let the sister slip
Raised the jug up to his head
Took a swig—and then fell dead.
Tr i Keep Courage.
Keep eburage tho’ the day be grav
And drear the skies and dark th°e wav
And hope lends not one little ray y ’
Keep courage. y ’
Keep courage when all hope seems Cnno
And deep despair’s abysses vawn 8 De ’
For darkest hour precedes the dawn.
Keep courage. dWI1 »
™ . ‘ A , Barrel of Whiskey.
What a barrel of whiskey contains-
A barrel of headaches, of heartaches nf,
A barrel of curses, a barrel of blows f
A barrel of sorrow for a loving wife
A barrel of care, a barrel of strife
A barrel of unavailing regret
A barrel of cares, a barrel of debt /
A barrel of hunger, of sorrow, pain
A barrel of hopes all blasted and vain
A barrel of poverty, ruin and blight '
A barrel of tears that run in the night
A barrel of shame, a barrel of groans'
A barrel of orphans’ most pitiful moans
° f / erpe ?‘ s V* at hiss as ^ey pass
T glasf? fr ° m the hquor in the head of the
m&Siw falsehoods, a barrel of cries
That fall from the maniac’s lips as he dies!
—Exchange.
Also, as you drink it it contains-
A barrel of bliss land a barrel of joy
A barrel of pleasure without alloy.
A barrel °f laughter, a barrel of fun,
l V & 1 5 fe r gr0 - W £ bright as the ri sing sun.
A barrel of rainbows, of promised hope
A barrel of courage with life to cope!
A barrel of sunshine whose rays of light
Dispel the gloom of the darkest night.
Then:
A burrel of monkeys, a barrel of snakes, ’
Whose hideous movements a nightmare makes.
A pink rhinocerous striped with green,
I he prettiest lizards that were ever seen:
A zebra striped, red, white and blue,
A hopping turtle and a kangaroo;
A speckled lizard and a sea-green mouse—
ihe calaboose and the crazy house.
Whistle a Tune and Be Merry.
When all is awry and dreary' the sky,
And everything’s going contrary-,
Don t sit down and sulk or lie down and cry,
Just whistle a tune and be merry.
For they w’ho repine or quit with a whine,
^Already are half-way defeated.
The battle is won by a courage divine,
And not by the ones who retreated.
In Botany.
Of what are you afraid, my child?”
Inquired the kindly' teacher.
Oh, sir, the flowers f They are wild!”
Replied the timid creature.
. . —Exchange.
“Why do you blush a rosy red ?”
Tasked a maiden fair.
‘I t gazed upon a tree,” she said,
“And all its limbs were bare.”
Truck-Raising.
I wish I had a truck farm,
Tw-ould be the best of luck.
Twould even beat a duck farm—
For I could raise a truck.
The Right Wins.
They say the right will always win,
For it has always done it:
And in the Dempsey-Carpentier fight.
’Twas Dempsey’s right that won it.
* f * * * *
Fight It Out.
Fortune giving y r ou the slip?
Fight it out.
Think of giving up the ship?
Fight it out.
Drive ahead with might and main.
If you quit, ’tis all in vain—
All your labor, all your pain—
Fight it out.
Ready, almost, now to quit?
Fight it out.
Show you have a little grit—
Fight it out.
Do not worry- till y-ou’re thin.
Swear you’re out to work and win,
Sing a song and w-ear a grin—
And fight it out!
he made a public confession to that effect-
By going directly to the people and ten*
them in plain language that the repuhh
party in the house has failed them. his" , •
evoke from the country a popular P r
against the record to date of the rc P u ~i lh( , r
congress that would make its every mei
read ,and at least some of them he c(1
handwriting on the wall.” ,- n a
This puts the matter up to the preside ^
very plain manner, but whether or not ^
regard the situation as being sufficiently u g.
for him to “face the facts” in the manner
gested by the Transcript is another ques voU id
We all believe that President Hardino j, e
like to do what is best to be done, ana wjj.
will come as near doing it as he can. on. , 0 f
er he will conclude this is the best m ^ QIJ jd
procedure or not remains to be seen. ., nt to
be an unprecedented thing for a P r ” fhe p eo-
‘face the facts” in this way, giong before
pie and telling them that the members: o as
party in congress are not doing M
they should, and we are not ant ', cl j i in ,/mt c ' 1
President Harding will do so, no matter the
he might regret their failure to help
promises made to the people during tDe
last year.’ 9 . 15t wo#
But if he should, there is no doubt tn a » a nd
make every member "sit up and take n . us £n-
it might be productive of results.— ( 0
quirer-Sun.