The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1903-08-20
THE. NONPAREIL MAN

enough to bear repeating. The vice cham
cellor said: "You know and I know, and
everybody ought to know, that stock is
inflated to unload it upon the public. I
consider it a fraud" And the kind of a
public that buys 1t SO as to unload it at
higher price on some other still less
thoughtful person is also a fraud. Am
my brothers keeper" is still one of the
standard excuses.
A poet Of the minor sort has just handed
us In hot one, but deep study mas
failed to show whether he is in dead earn
est or in sport. Opinions in the office
differ. He starts off like this:
One evening when gray solitude
That follows after care
Hung dimly the Furnished west
Like angels bowed in prayer,
hied me to the airy stoop
That backward held the breeze, ETC., etc.
Just why solitude should hang on the
FURNISHED west we do not know. The
reasons are not made public In the poem.
Well, at any rate, sitting on the AIRY
stoop,' whatever that is, the poet says:
Thy blooms among 'Sweet, Peaceful Ease"
These thoughts astray Of mine
Me- all deserted, here have left,
And entered divine,
But hear sounds at the window,
An elbow clad in pink
Well l know that lovely elbow -
Moored upon the window sink; =.
| And the absent thoughts returning .; ~
Down the byways of the brain, -.----
See within the dark loft burning
| Flames the heart cannot retain;
| For know back of that elbow,
| There the window gazing thru
| Rests for whom still signing,
| And imprisoned hold true.
| Peaceful, all is rest within this soal- t-
| The seas of Patience calm, -.
| For that elbow at the window
| Holds the seeming of balm.
That elbow clad in pink rnoored on the
sink is a poetic touch, but why the same
not the balm itself, gives pause for
thought. But that isn't ALL The poet
goes on to call the lady who runs the ell
bow clad in pink a "seraphin, ~ regard
less of the fact that 'seraphim' are two
or more. Doubtless the meaning is that
she is all the angels there are.
Dear: How often in the evening
Ere darkness lowered dim "a =
Have 1 fingered the window,
And for thee, thou Seraphim.
But the poet is not satisfied to iinger on
the outside. Regardless of papa, he breaks
in. The poem from this point runs linn
pidly along rocky channel as follows:
Yes, I see thee modest vision,
And enter at the door, go
q And hear her signs and whispers
Well be parted nevermore.
Deep scan her hearts recesses M
, Thru those eyes Of deep-sea blue 49,. -
There I soul still shining
Thru life of spotless hue.
| "Sing We angels now of Heaven?'
I Here upon this broad breast here
+ Rests her tender cheek upon me
Cares Of earth all disappear. =
As fly the Jays swiftly DER us,
In the eve linger still, ]
Waiting for her at the window, 5000.
For her elbow at the sill.
4 A poet who will wait as long as that for
| an elbow, ought to have not only the Sec
: ond joint, but the whole wing.
v A large number of farmers are out look
v ing at the wind directions and worrying
! about an early frost 1t hasn't come yet.
= This recalls the fact that when the Ne
: braska legislature was pOpul1st In the pre-
e Mckinley times when things were al
:, | wrong-in fact, worse than they are now,
= | this legislature passed a law against early
- frosts and none of them came until the
- republicans got control again. The bene
. fetal effects of this wise measure were
. partially offset by the legislatures attemp
! to pass a. law for pure beer. The measure
= called for beer taster-in- ordinary to- the
v governor, with seven assistant IS: The rust
? for these places was SO great that the har
!. vest fields were deserted and Lincoln grew
N to large city in one night. Moran %
Platte was the father Of the measure which
ot aimed to secure to all the people a pur
and uniform quality of the Bright's diseas
LIQUID 1t made Mr.. Moran nearly, as ia
If NOUS as was the originator of the anti
le tights for chorus-girls law Of Minnesota
1T forget his name just now. <-..--.
There was one good thing about a pop
ulist legisla ture-there was always some
Is thing in the air, something talkable- w
III may, get 'em again soon, who knows?
al "A: J. r.