The gold leaf. [volume] (Henderson, N.C.) 1881-1911, 1898-02-17
HORSE SENSE IN RHYME.


"The mill of the Gods grind slowly,
but they grind exceedingly fine" is as
true as preaching. Not SO, however,
with the mills Of the poetasters. It's
lust the reverse. The mills of the fin
de sierls poets, big, little and other
wise, not only grind swiftly, but IN
most instances they grind exceedingly
coarse and as a result the amount OF
heartbreaking Goggerel that Is daily in
ficted upon a long suffering public IN
the guise Of the divine aftlatus is some
thing appalling. Nearly all the news
paper "bards" of the day make d fran
tic attempt to at,une their lays and luI-
labies, or almost any other old thing
you may have a mind to call them, to
the rus,ling Of angels wings, the swish
smashing Of the ocean wavelets, the
glinting Of the moons beamlets, the
whis,ling of the wind through the
man in the moons whlskerlets, and
divers other ethereal themes, hence
when one comes across an occasion al
bit of rhyme we'll seasoned with una
duterated horse sense the effect is ali
the more refreshing. A few weeks ago
the /ndebendent Gazette contained
well written article on the subject Of
trading at home and the necessity OF
giving Germantown a solid and SUIT
stantlal boom, written by Samuel Reid
Warren prominent citizen Ot the
ward. Whether or no the ''poct OF
the Orange (Vd) Obse,per stumbled
across the article N question we are
not prepared 70 say, but the following
gem in rhyme from the columns ottnat
journal is SO admirable an echo OF Mr..
Warrens cogent effort in prose that
we hasten 10 give 1t d habItatlOn here
H. After reading II, cut 1t out and
paste it in your hat:
"Tell US not in mOuInful numbers
that the town is full Of gloom, tor The
mans crank who siumGers IN these
bursting days of boom. Life Is real
life is earnest, and the grave Is not 1t:
| goal, every dollar that thou turnes
| helps to make the old town roll. Blu
| enjoyment and not sorrow is our DIES
tined end or way; if you have ne
money, earn it-work still harder every
| day. Lives of great men all remind
| US, we can win immortal fame; let u!
leave the chumps behind US we'll &c
there all the same. In this world ;
broad field of battle, in the blvouac O
life, let US make the dry bones rattle
buy town lot for our wife. Let u
then be up and doing, with heart 70
any fate; still achieving, still pursuing
booming early, booming late"
| Solid, 224o- pounds-to-the-ton hors
sense that, isn't ii? And here's an
other poetlCal outburst that is worth
of keeping company with the above IN
side of your hat. 1t is from the pen c
anonymous writer and treats Of tn
efficacy of keeping the dollars at home
| With this brief prelude we'll step asld
and let the "dollar warbler take tn
floor and MARBLE for himself:
"Just little dollar, on its misslo
sent, makes lot of people glad eac
time the coin is spent. You may pa
it to the butcher, for meat to give 20
strength; he takes it to pay the groce
from whom it goes at length, som
pretty bit Of cloth or lace his bette
half to buy, or helps to get her wlnte
hat to make her rival sigh. The DIR
goods man sends on the coin to pa
his market bill, and though the coin
often spent, It's spent at home, som
act of good is done in booming locs
industries, ere setting of the sun.
"But if you take that shining col
and break the local chain, the chance
are that from afar twill not retur
. again. II once it passes out of towr
the butcher and the baker, the groce
anG the dry goods man, the cook, tn
undertaken. the carpenter, the BLACK
, smith, the carriage wright, every on
will lose the chance to touch that col
5 ere the setting of the sun.
"Just keep the little coin at hom
, just keep it moving we'll, and ever
time it changes hands somebody
goods twill sell. That single lit
t dollar has thus wonderful power
make somebody better a dozen time
an hour. 1t pays the bill and ware
off i'll, and never its power relaxes
sooth, buy the coal and pay for cloth'
and taxes. "-Germantown Ldebe,
dent Gazette.