Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1893-1920, 1910-12-10
KISER READING A
TREAT FOR CLUB
Chicago Newspaper Humorist
Tells Stories and Recites
Before Broadway Men.
HOW He GOT HIS START
Breaks Into the poets Union With
an Effort That Caused His As
signment to Sporting Page.
WHEN AGE COMES ON.

WHEN AGE COMES ON.
Love has no age. It's always young;
Brows may be married and heads
may be bent down;
Gray hairs may come to CLEAN among
The lock that once were soft and
brown,
But not till love forsakes the heart
Does age arrive or youth depart.
Love laughs at years which dim the
eyes,
And mocks the ruthless lines that
mar;
Love sees no skies but rosy skies,
And ne'er from childhood wanders
far;
IT'S only after love is gone
That youth departs and age comes on. .
And 1t was with verses of beauty
and humor and sadness that S. E
Kiser, newspaper humorist and poet,
entertained the Mems club Of Broad
way Presbyterian church last evening.
All who were present, and it was one
Of the largest gatherings in months
of the organization, enjoyed the eve
ming.
that every man Desires" Mr.. Kiser
said. Every man wishes to possess
these two things, but they are not
things which one man can take from
another. Money is one thing that ev-
cry man desires-buI not one of those
to which refer, for that may be taken
q from another man. Love is not one
of those things, for 1t may be trans
ferred to another. Public office is
not one of those things, and neither is
the baseball championship, and Meth
er is friendship, for all of these things
may be taken from another. One of
these things that is dear to the heart
of every man is long life, and the
other is hair on the top of the head.
Blessed to Give.
ut is more blessed TO give than re-
ceive. There is a great bit of truth
in this statement OF interest. 1 gladly
believe that. this is so. for the first
evening that l skipped away to go
swimming and then came home, and
on the receiving end with father as
the giver. l was impressed with the
truth of the statement. The boy who
skipped away with me on that one
trip was a bearer OF sorrow, and his
face was habitually sad. He was ever
repeating, Lives of great men all re-
mind us, we can make our lives sub
lime, and, departing, leave behind US,
footprints on the sands of time
When a good lady asked him what
made him so sad he said that it was
the thought of his Uncle David, who
would be able to leave none of these
footprints on the sands of time be-
cause he was the legless wander in
a sideshow.''
A little verse, in which Mr.. Kiser
told of boy in a family where there
was a grown up sister, was recited.
In it the boy tells Of how all of his
fathers trousers and old clothes
were handed down to him; that he
was afraid, after he had been read
ing, and his eyes had become weary,
to tell his parents that they panied
him, for fear that he would be given
his fathers old glasses; that he even
wore his fathers old shoestrings and
night shirts. But, on the other
hand. that his sister had things
which were new and beautiful, and
that instead of receiving mothers
cast off garments, she handed hers
Cup to ma"
First Poem IDIOT Stuff"
Mr.. Kiser recited his first poem,
written by him on command of the
managing editor of an eastern pa
per on which he was engaged as a
reporter. After he had completed it
he was told that it was "hOt stuff. 4"