The sun., 1916-10-29
By LINE C.. Y JR.


GIVE been readin'," said Mr.. Fin
negan. 'the orations at Shadow
Lawn. wudthrow 10 great
stun. Himself is the boy for Jew des-
prits. They sound fine. but for the
mean!n' " thin, l can't get next nor
nigh thin. It's truth I'm ,ell.n' ye.
"Wh.n l heal that s'ciety Is organ-
lin itself to understand itself, faith
I'm upiifted. but not enlightened. II
ivry big business man Is a pote at
heart can ! dinnau N ne Is or not) ]
wisht Carnegic's penshun fund wud
sing me a love n Nawthln' mat
theirs. barrin' the vital stufYs ~ life.
Who's the vital sturs? Redheld an
Danyiels, I'll he thinkin'. An for why
are they vital? Ye can frisk me.
THE smell " plum puddin' may
wake great emoshuns. but ia rather
taste corned beef an cabbage. II Nellie
Finnegan tried to feed meself wild the
smelr ~ the dinner. ia have a great
enoshun shed not like. believe you
me.
"Whin the Wilson IN Marshall Nat
ural Gas Club ~ Squankum vas az
hicted wild cold feet they med up a
cheap uplift excurshun TO Shadow
Lawn. tThere's nawthin' like uplift
for chilblains. It's recommended TO
cure coughs, too. l wonder does Col.
House use II for that?) So wudthrow
makes wan iv his great spaches to the
~Squankum Chilblainers.
Fellow pathriots.' says he. Fell
low ~chilblainers.' he says. pintin' wild
-. s,.Le k-,1 80 ~ IN.- -u ,z
'as our spiritual vision gazes back he
says. on the untrod path ~ the
fuchure,' he says. 1t beholds the foot
prints says Wudthrow. 'iv an unhid-
den hand he says.
"'Hprree, yow-ee. whoop!' yells the
Natural Gassers. Wonderful they
bowls. THROWN up their hats.
This man Huge-es,' goes on Wud-
throw. wild his well known sob, goes
through me terrible says he. For
why does he go knockin' me ackshuns.
says he, instead Of acceptin' me words
like a MANI axes Wudthrow. trium-
plant like. The past Is behind US. an
the present Is wild u.s. says he. till
March foorth anyway says he. AN
tbs indillycate for to talk about thin.
says he.
"'But. oh, fellow citizens says he
lave US. wild forward-reachin' vision
fix our gaze says he, on the indefinite
possibilities ~ the gloryus fuchure.
says he. 'purgin' our hearts iv ivry
personal an selfish thought says he
sweatin' wild his great emoshuns.
"'Wlll We look at this man Huge-es,
says he. 'Phwat did. he iter do that he
said he w%ouldn't?' says wudthrow
Him an his %whiskers.' says the serene
soul, wild burn!n' contimpt. 'On'y fol
me sinse iv jewty, which same Is stu
p%enjus.' says he, gettin' red in the face
I'd resign and W We so to the divle
IIuge-es an ALL says he. But I can
not. I cannot! Alas. me poor coun,
thry.' says he. wild a storm ~ sobs a.
he c~ontimplates the awful prospect.
1--WE must bate this man Huge-es,
, says he, conthrollIn' himself bravely
II We illict me Is a sid issue-Wilsor
: on the side says he, but we must bat,
. Huge-es.' says he. 'F'what the nashur
, requires says he, is high idayles, low
; visibility, an open mind. an morl yer
s't!llty,' says he, oh. where shall
wisdom he found?' he says. and wher,
! Is the place " understanding I din
{ nau.' says wudthrow. placin' his hant
1 on his heart an rowlin' up his eyes 4
l heaven.
"'wilson foriver!' yells tho Chill
, blainers,
"'As for Huge-es,' goes on Wilson
'Ill very frankly axe him this. Fo,
I why don't he tell the Dutchmen tina
!, II e'er a wan votes for him he'll de
clare war on Germany ne axes. dou
, bin his fists an clinchin' his teeth
lave him put up or shut up says tn