Morris tribune., 1914-09-04


aj The hunter witha watchful eye
6a5 Shall do his best Ito 5hring him
down, II ha.i 6. saau
The warIiks chigger shall succumb
To foemen he has long defed,
The pheasant rolling on his. drum.
Shall keep the conquerors in
stride.
The oyster and the pumpkin pie
Shall put the cantaloupe to flight
And the festive calf shall all but
die II
OF mingled happiness and frightI
The startled hired man shall bawl
for thicker armor on his bed and dying
army worms recall how yaliantly they
fought and bled. The crewd around
the soda fount shall down a stimulate
and fly. the winds of Boreal shall
amount their whistling charges in the
sky, the frog shall throw intrench-
ments up and dig safe place in the
mud, the frost shall stalk the butter.
cup and make the morning glory scud,
the sumach with it's war paint on shall
hold the summit, of the hill. the
quail shall terrify the dawn with ut
tering a martial trill: 1.-THE summer
girl shall break he vows she made
with 20 men to wed, and the soft
peace velvet on the cows shall turn q
military red.
Ye hosts of happiness to be, press
on till we shall hail thee blest. We
long from Summer to be free that
have a season been oppressed. The
tyrant Sun shall be subdued, and all
his counselors resign; the eye of
Vengeance is glued upon him all
along the line. A taste of Paradise
awaits beyond the desert and. the
dust, and through those. dim but
grateful gates we shall go joyously
or bust. We've had our fill of
Palm Beach suits, of mad dog scares
and canvas pants; the bliss that
Autumn constitutes is that for which
our fancies dance. The .Kaiser's
men may kill the Cars, the British
navy may explode: the Serbs may
smoke their bad cigars within the En-
peror's abode. The Turks may win,
it matters not: the Hollsnders may
lick them all: or Greece subsist on
picked Scot, we'H gain the plea
sanrries of Fall. - Il
Beyond the borderland of bliss
We there shall see the harvest,
Moon
And thinking of that time and this.
Shall thank our stars: for such
a boon.
The filmy haze that fills the skies
Shall render beautiful the days,
The beauty spread before our eyes
Shall lend enchantment to our
ways
The cider press shall groan and
whine EE
Il It's woes upon the ears of men.
The wild goose going down the
line + q, rs
Shall sound its ,Kalxon now and
then. Ir.'e 8.
The poets song shall be about !
Those things which all of us have
felt,
And plain suspenders shall step out
And snatch the trousers from; the
belt
September will give US very good
idea of why our forebears left Europe,
some of them suddenly. 1t lis. pheb--
ably the best place2in the world to
be from. Coming direct from that
warlike continent. our forebears had
little difficulty taking this one. away
from the Indians, and they established
here what was designed to be a perm
anent refuge from just what is going
on over there now A good deal has
been said of our forebears in patri-
otto and military way, but little has
been said of them mentally Now is
good time to consider whether their
heads were mere loafing places for
wigs The war will continue through
out September. and probably by the
end of the month all the countries
that are going to fight will have got
ten into the ring. Meanwhile our
c"n army and navy will mobilize
around our neutrality and if any of