Bisbee daily review., 1912-03-16
THE BEWAiLER.

with alarm. He bewalis the state of business. the idiocy of his competitors, the price of wheat, the outlook for the growing crops. the extremes of fash ion, the unrest in the Balkans, the dif- deulty of making hens lay. the in- crease in the worlds armament and growing number of homicides in New York's East Side.
 No doubt you find conditions dis couraging," says the bewailer. ''Oh, no, pretty fair" you reply. Well, sir he continues, '1 cant see much to it. These fellows south of us are putting wheat out of sight and you cant sell drop of flour anywhere in the world based on these prices. The wheat's mostly moved out, anyway, and believe we'll have to shut down in less than sixty days. Seems like people don't eat the bread they used to, and I suppose that's due to the lack of demand for labor growing out Of the general dullness in all lines of industry arising from over production as related to the increase in popula- ton, which is less than normal be cause of the low birth rate resulting from the fewer marriages, a condi- ton no doubt due to the fast living Of our young men, who are yielding more and more to the power of the demon rum. can't see a spear of hope. Did you read the last government bulle- tin on the spread or the plague in In dia It is very. very dreadful, a most deplorable situation"
 Thus the bewailer. We have tried, on occasions, to cheer one up. We told him that it looked like we would have a big wheat crop and so much prosperity we wouldn't know what to do with it. Yes, perhaps so" he said but this modernization of China, as evidenced by the cutting off of queues bodes no good for the white race"
 The sad old bewailer never sees anything that bodes good If he sees a lively joke in the paper, he pictures the poverty of the garret ia which il probably was written and breathes prayer that the writer of it is not a smoker of cigarettes. If he meets man who says he is prospering, he as sures him that there is not the slight est chance of his continuing so ''These things move in cJcles,' h' says, "and tomorrow you will be get ing yours. Beware Of dark man..
 Once there was a season when mill ing business in a certain district wal SO good the millers themselves coulC scarcely believe it. Profits were $2.2' a barrel and every mill was behint on orders. There was a jubilee part! and a dinner and big celebration oId Bewailer was there, looking sad yellow and torpid as ever. After time. the toastmaster said, We hav' with us tonight Mir. Bewailer, who vii now address you"
 MT. Postmaster, and fellow mill CTS" said Old Bewailer. '1 deplor' this celebration. I view with alaru this rejoicing and self congratuiation T,et IFS look into the future. What d we see? We see fields being seede' to wheat. Think, oh friends, fatuousl and falsely happy friends, Of the peri that fronts the wheat Think of th drought the winter-killing, the ice-eo' cred 0elds. the floods, the insects. toa qv dew, rust, lodging weeds failur to stool properly, hot winds, nigh sweats. pains in the back, sciati' suavin. dizziness and perhaps eve inc dread Black Death. Pause but noment to consider and then pass or of this hall of reveiry in a thought ful and chastened mood. I thank y0' igentiemen-'
 acheerfulness," says the proverI lis the sign Of wisdom