The mirror. (Stillwater, Minn.) 1894-1925, 1915-01-28
Filling Space
The Greatest Battle
By A. NOBODY


lis you must face field of hell It's must face God
Wild prayer for your safe keepin',
Wild anguish and wild weepin'
An neer bit O sleepn while the battle field you rod
There be cryn tn trenches be wavn an loud cheers
But tn cabins in tn home land will wild bitter tears
An ould mothers will be prayin
Fur tn lads that went a stlayin',
An tn face of like Cavary face thru all crushing
IT'S you polish up your arms dry my eyes;
IT'S you to ride midst shot an SHE'LL tits must hush nv cries
But mothers breast is shakin':
An mothers heart be breakin
Fur tn road that you takn fur country prize
There be KILN in tn open an be slaughter in tn fen
There be dug in moass an be blood tracks tn gen
But home in peaceful lanes
Wild greater blows an greater pains
greater battle will be fought by mothers you men.
In Judging to whether white one cannot always
go by exterors.
1t isn't the memory of painted face that prompts us to
knighthood it's the memory of santed grace
When in Rome the Romans do and thou shalt return
home with many shekels.
They teach their Malay brothers to work and be
strong and govern themselves like Americans wisely and
without graft.-Harpers.
If you wish theme for SATIRE take We the last phrase
above.
To finish part of this said the lawyer to the Judge
Will take me but five minuteswhich you begrudge
The prisoner standing the bar, said Well resign
Myself, for it will take me five long years finish
Mrs. OBren KEN console me because me
at tn pen, said Mrs. OGmdy she borrowed her
neighbours shovel Arrah! go asy she; tits your
self that needs consolation for when night know
man is keeping hmse-an know, which can't be
said of could mention, that he is drawina
breath
o why should the spirit of proud,
AS he down the with the Sweetest young thng
For he's apt to hear guy yell out in crowd:
Hello Mayme, [ see you're still wearing my ring!
For every three months the year resort to our old
standbys in order to fill space In May suggest
Fourth August tell the dear young thing her
christmas hinting" in November tell the dear public
shop eary in February want know show many resou
tons bustedand yet they paragraphng takes brains
Everytme read pome in the Mirror feel like taking
off my hat, writes young thing Her steady"
Everytime read your column feel like taking off my
Such is ever the lot of one who paragaphly speaks
guy tells us that he robin in St. Paul in January.
which leads remark: see robbing there any
hour of the day, and in the coolest partof the year.
Someone has sad Hope beautiful a rose" Yes
trouble hopes much with We
entirely forget hope like the sunshine
to smile at them-ourselves.
We would be thankful indeed if few would put
De
membered, for often weary of writing
about rather worthless life and appreciate change
to reading-bu we have reading matter 368
Behold the philosophy: Suffering is blessed by the
gods. The criminal is the who the most of fe
the prison poet the cheeruest going Tragedy
is never mean meanly borne the ideal chasehe
Something try forwill one day be perfected"
outside of prison bars don't you just envy us?
He mounts the highest peaks of Tuth-or it daring?
who confesse all of his past life the girl who marry
him.
The Spur
We struggle along to the Tilt of song,
We do and dare where there's cheer;
But give up the fray at the of the day