South Bend news-times. (South Bend, Ind.) 1913-1938, 1914-09-26
THE MEL TING POT
COME! TAKE PoTLUCK WITH US.

Hit 'em high. hit EN- low" shrek
the Berlin stands
Coach Wilhelm. races down the side
lines. Crouched low he watches for
the next play
Again Captain Won Kluck pats his
steaming men and whispers encOurag-
ing words
"HOhenzOllern-D onnerwetter- -Sechs
und sechzig." he calls
Like an avalanche the Green line
ploughs forward and this time the
Red line rolls back.
The correspondents put the marker
on the Green ten yard line.
Captain JOffre is seen To wave his
arms. Weary men from his lines drop
out and drag themselves to the side
lines. Fresh men this time from the
British Brown rush across the field
into the fray
The Greens are again hurled back.
Then they gain and again they lose.
]. AXE.
(To Be Continued)
ADD horrors of war: THE Grabill
male chorus is preparing TO render
concert in the near future. FIT.
Wayne Journal Gazette.
WE are persuaded by reading their
contributions that the ramblings of
the American war correspondents in
Europe are not wholly physical.
y Bah Ballad.
kalamazoo Telegraph-Press.)
The radiant glow OF the sunset at
the close OF a beautiful day inspires
Natures poets TO paint il in a soul
full and wonderful way, and the artist,
with brush touched by magic, its hIes
to the canvas doth bring, and we gaze
on his work, all admiring, and say,
"'Tis a marvellous thing!" A garden
OF roses in summer delights beyond
measure the eye; as we list to sweet
music we thrill-like and, spellbound
with melody, sigh. There's beauty
and JOY in a sunrise that melts into
oceans of blue; there's rapture in
hearing a hnnet sing forth in the
flowers wet with dew. There is beauty
in sunlight as golden as the apple
that Venus doth hold; there's some
thing like ecstacy moves US when the
angels their star-scrolls unfold.
There are glorious tints in the au-
tumn and vernal delights in the
spring, while the cadence that echoes
the ocean doth heart-easing peace to
us bring. But there's nothing below
or above us so beautiful, pure, I'M
defieled, as the glimpse into Gods
own sweet heaven we get in the smile
Of child.
HOPE springs eternal. The Lake
Shore is TO build new passenger sta
ton in, Constantine. Some sweet day
but no, we dare not give utterance
to the thought.
BY the way. what has become of
the Old-fas hioned man who used TO
think we ought TO have a union rail-
way station in South Bend?
Horrors of War I'm Toto.
(NOrth JudsOn News.)
Toto, city of modern herOism, re-
semtled a village of seething Europe,
Saturday evening, according to reports
from the seat of war. What promised
at first TO be a pitched battle with
odds even, at last degenerated into a
one round drawl for white hope SUI
premacy of this bold region. The ar
tistic affair eliminated, fortunately,
at the proper time. and the scene
closed with soft lights and purple mu-
sic.
WE are unable TO work up any
grief over the position Of the Chi
cago American and National league
clubs in the pennant race. Chicago
should command the support and re-
spect Of every fan in this section of
the middle west but never will until
she learns true craftsmanship.
Buy a bale, buy a bale of cotton;
put your dollars where they'll do
Something for the country, too;
Buy a bale, buy bale of cotton.
c. y. f.