The wageworker. (Lincoln, Neb.) 1904-????, 1907-05-31
Printers Pay Loving
Tribute to Their Dead

Richard l.. MetcaIfe, VINO SAID:
Faith, Hope and Charity-the least
as we'll as the greatest of these-ring
true within that realm where the chill
dren live, and love, and play. In this
Kingdom-of -Make-Believe there is no
pretense in the virtues that "exalt
great Natures favorites." In that do
main friendship is the friendliest,
truth is the truest, and love is the
loveliest.
The best demonstration of that fra
ternity which ought to exist between
all men living common life and
working to a common end is found in
the relations between the little one
of our own flesh and blood and the
invisible child with whom we often
find him prattling and playing. Listen
to the story of those two comrades as
told by the sweet singer of the Balti-
core Sun:
All day in the swing Of his fancy, the
Whose life is gleam in the sunlight,
lily, a pearl and rose;
And there to a phantom talking, with
phantom by his side,
He moves with a shadow playmate, to-
gether they romp and glide.
[ hear through the hours Of his revel
his little tongue chatter away;
Alone, but not lonesome. he follows
the fairies that fit through the
day.
He shares with his dream and his
phantom his blocks and his drum
and his horn,
And he talks to his dear little play
mate, invisible there in the morn.
They seem such good comrades and
friendly, and get on together so
well;
There's never a moment of quarreling
and never sorrow to tell;
The phantom does just as he wants
him, the shadow plays everything
right
o. beautiful playmates that revel light
hearted in realms of light!
They plan and they ponder together.
the living locked arms with the
dream;
They sail on invisible waters and fish
in a make-believe stream;
They tunnel for coal in dream noun
tains and fight in invisible wars
And they hide in the walls of thei1
fortress when the enemy's battery
roars.
All day in the childheart splendor, q
lad of the legions of fun,
With little invisible playmate, talks
on as they laugh in the sun;
And. happy and heartfree together.
lean and look down on them there
And dream of my own vanished play
mates, dear phantoms that foa
everywhere!
Ay, tender, invisible comrades, lik'
children of old at our play,
We dance in the dews of the mornin,
and dance through the dreams o
| the day;
And arm upon arm in the sunlight
with laughter and longing ant
tears,
We move like an army of shadow
far down in the valley of years!
The Invisible Playmate knows othe
paths than those leading to the nul
sery; nor is he always child playin
with child; sometimes he hunts ou
those whose hair is turning gray
sometimes he seeks those whose eye
are growing dim.
: How quickly the Invisible Playmat
of some of the grown folks respond
!. to the summons once fond memor
brings the light of other days aroul
us:
A rusty sword-a blade that neve
knew dishonor-and we go arm in arr
} with the father who, perhaps, gave t
. the world considerably more than tn
world ever gave to him; living agaiy
with him, the life SO full of tende
, memories; learning again, from hi ]
the lessons of stern duty.
A picture spotted with the dust ,
time-and we stand within the yer
! presence of the gentle one who CAV
< us BIRTH; feeling, almost, the clasp {
; her dear hand; hearing, almost, th