The herald and news. [volume] (Newberry S.C.) 1903-1937, 1915-06-18
THE IDLER.


sotice in the last issue Of The Her
and News tAe makeup man
.kkon That is what you call him-or
Maybe it was the linotype man, or
Ymaybe TIE proof reader-any way
some one put MY signature at the
bottom of some society article. Now,
/ don't object to society, or do not
mean to say that this particular ar
ticle is not a great deal better than
anyu ing l can type, but, l must pro-
test because I am not in society and
neither am l trying to type society
stuff. | just want to keep the record
straight. And then l hear that if you
are really in society You must never
think Of going out for a walk or for
making a call, until at least 9 p. M,
and if it is automobiling, why 10 p. m.
is more fashionable And belong to
that homus genus-is taat right, DR..
Bowers THAT believes that all chill
dren s.ould be in their respective
places of abode by the hour of $3.50
2 N. And in their little beds by 10
2. m And then they should be up with
the lark by 5 a. m. The air is so muoa
more healthful and invigorating at
that time in the morning. And then
you can hear tie sweet songs Of the
lark and the little birds. Their voices
are so much sweeter at tnat hour. And
then, too, the other noises Of industry
sound so sweetly in the morning-that
is if you don't have to answer the
call, but can enjoy the sound thereof.
Speaking of the larK brings to mind
a little poem read 61e other day.
I think it is beautiful and expresses
a sweet sentiment Ana I always want
to share my pleasures wfthsotners,. so
I am going to give. it to you. The
author. is put down as Richard Braun
stem .Tghat must be German, reck-
oS| Any way the poem is worth your
whale, You know, have told you
many times that I am very fond of
poetry ahongh I can never quote it
from memory But here sis d.e little
poem l am talking about:
What Matters 1t?
WHAT matters it that all the skies were
dark,
And black the night, and tense?
With morning came the singing of the
lark
And joy for recompense!
What matters it that ever, day by day,
up rugged slopes we fare?
Desnot Loves roses blossom by the
way
And sweeten all the air?
Life's pathway is a toi1some zone, I
l1ov =:
Thick-strewn WITH many thorn;
But oh, the joyance of the noontide
glow
And rosy smile of morn!
Full oft the footsteps falter in the
And slacken near the goal,
But one clear bird song seems to lift
the head
And cheers the fainting soul.
And so what boots It though the skies
And black the night, and tense,
Since morning brings the singing of
TIE lark
And JOY for recompensee
One day of golden summer amply
pays
For winters storm, OF sting;
One brief nour of pleasure well out
weighs
Long weeks of sorrowing!
And talking about the Germans re-
calls a dialogue read by three
negroes-well, it wouldn't be a dia-
logue if there were three, would it,!
well any how there were three negroes
trying to tell which of the nations had
made the guns That would shoot the
farthest and were the best, and think
may be it was in the local columns
of The Herald and News where this
celloquy-that's good word, 1 hope
was printed Any way it ran some
thing like this:
First negro-"Dem Rushins is great
fighters. Dey got a gun what will
shoot eight miles
Second negro-"Go long, niger,
dat's noToin'. De mFrenchmen got a
gun dat will send bullet big as a