The mirror. (Stillwater, Minn.) 1894-1925, 1903-01-29

che mad nlnIlab.

There's figure in the eye,
And name cried to the sky,
Far from kin to a Dalmas or a Dalkula;
But in a different cline,
Midst their ancient filth and slime
The natives pay tribute to the Mad Mulah.
AS all roads lead to Rome,
We have prophets here at home,
Who fail to get the praise that's due their labors.
Peradventure they are few,
But whether Gentle, Turk or Jew,
Whoever is prophet 'mongst his neghbors?.
We have one in Zion.C1ty,
And it would indeed be pity,
Not to recognize the glory he has earned
Tho Elijah's means were light,
He got the coin all right
That's more than can be said of most the learned.
Another, too, I'd quote,
Who's old enough to vote,
But there's Slip between the ballot and his.
Wiblets,
Like the Cup and Lip of fame.
Thus while he with us remain,
He may feast (buti his mind) on chicken gibletss
Yes, we truly have one here!
(But it's wonderfully queer
How prophets from ST. Paul to Carrie Nation,
Get in trouble with the law,
From the workings of their jaw
And their efforts to save souls from h damna-~
tion).
His time will soon be out,
Then he'll sing and shout,
And swell up like a toad before its tumble
And perhaps then show his hand,
If he finds place to stand
In this country of the free and brave and humble.
He will ouench his thirst with non.
Or what Irish call Dutch slop.
Tho most every one that likes it is not German.
Then he'll sing of "Alley Sal,"
And with his namesake pal,
Go Summing, armin arm, parbleu! Eth, Herman?
We're glad he'll soon be free,
To be sure it's j. II. D.
All his talents been asleep by our weird lulla's,
And we hope this foe of tramps,
Will be sure to trim the lamps
Of such prophets as lay claim to be Mad Null
labs.
The great problem at present, which,.
of all others, Paganism most easily and
clearly solves, but with which Chris
tianity grapples at disadvantage,
finding it's foothold narrow and its
danger constant and great. is the con-
version of great and vital natures,
brave, gifted and sure of SELF, to the
condition Of the humble and poor in
spirit. It is easy to convince the lame
that peace is among the virtues; the
sick and the weak are soon persuaded
that the world is sensuous illusion of
Satan in which the pure and perfect
have no part nor share; it is another, a
greater and harder matter to prove the
strong man sinner by his strength,
and to make woman's passion ridicu-
lous in comparison to heaven. The
clear fame of the spirit burns ill under
the breath of dying body, and for the
feeting touch of loving hand the,
majesty of God is darkened in mans
heart.
We have frequently overheard some
weak Drained scion of a noble ~ house
(but with correct clothes) under the,
influence of half and half (half selt--
Ter and half sarsaparilla) exclaiming::
"Hurrah for hell" How absurd the
expression really is, becomes evident
when considering the origin of the
word. It was first brought into prom
inence during the Holy Wars in the
tenth century, when the "hordes" in
Asia Minor would swoop down on the
Crusaders, yelling: "Hurr! Hurrp'
(which means skill! kill!") The latter,
when victorious. would in deriSiOn
shout: Hurrah! Hurrahl "Kill for hellr
would be more apt warcry for some
western desperate on a rampage, than
for tenderfoot Charlie-boy.-D ist