Morris tribune. [volume] (Morris, Minn.) 1880-2000, 1914-03-06

royal purse and render hazardous a
meal, and are indeed great deal
worse than if we fashioned them of
steel.
The psychic missiles we project at
tyranny behind its wall are far more
lasting in effect than any real cannon
ball. Behind the one are nothing more
than powder flashing in the pan, the
darkness that has gone before, the
base brutality of man. The wall NAV
fall, the tyrant die, and evil still may
be intact; but let the worlds opinion
fly, and see the difference in fact.
Behind that sort of shot are all the
progress humankind has made the bet
ter triumphs great and small the hosts
of conscience unafraid. Those unseen
shot are very strange to 'neighbor
Huerta and his kind we always seem
to have the range no matter what
they get behind. Our gunners labor
day and night, they never seem to tire
and quit; they always take the proper
sight, and never fail to score hit.
They keep the place in such a. plight
as never place was kept before: one
can't put out the cat at night but
twenty shells pop in the door; the
thing fills Huerta with disgust-he
doesn't sabe psychic metal; and when
he quits he'll put up dust as high as
PopocaIapetl.
At any rate, the warning shot
In trust reform shall rouse the
fats.
And miIliners shall show US what
The tariff cut has done for hats.
The hen shall try to overcome
The widespread dominance of
prunes.
The drys shall chase the demon rum
Around the terrified saloons,
The robin shall awake the morn
With sweet apostrophes to day,
The early daisy shall adorn
The quiet spaces by the way,
The women folks shall shake the
ground
In hot pursuit of cigarettes,
And the President shall hide
around
In deadly fear of suffragettes.
This is the spring we long have
sought and mourned because we had it
not. The sky is very soft and blue.
the bobolink is bobbing through: the
sadly desolated scene is turning
beautifully green, and old King Winter
and his men have given up the field
again.
There may be people mere and
there
Who do not give whoop out
doors;
But let US hope, if so we dare,
That no such sentiments are
yours.
The festive calf for spring re-
vealed, goes castle walking up the
field. The southern winds are soft
and sweet, though watching out for
snow and sleet. The. meadowlark is
on the mead with music suited TO
our need. and up the sky in wedged
rows the wild goose unsteady goes.
There may be someone made of
stone
Whose heart is dead to this dis
4 play:
But let US hope that like our own.
Yours isn't that kind. anyway.
The hired man. with springs ad-
vance. sheds seven extra pairs OF
pants. The fragrant mothball reap
pears. and poetry cocks up it's ears.
The bullfrog boometh by the lake,
the old gray planet is awake. and
dead things gambol from their vaults
to the hesitation waltz.
There may. of course. be one or two
Whose hearts do not go pit.a-pat
But we are confident that you
Are no such wooden man as that
March 4th will be the first ami
versary of Mr.. Wilson's inauguration
as President. Grapejuice will be
opened at the White House for visit.
ing converts. and the day will be
quietly but sincerely celebrated ID
Wall street, the Mexican national pal.
ace and few other places. Mr.. Taft
will give tango tea at New Haven.