The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1916-10-02
ON SPUR OF
THE MOMENT
New Amateur Poet.

New Amateur Poet.
Dug Berry has sent in the following
beautiful piece for the paper:
A maiden stood upon the porch, the
clock was striking nine,
When down the street there came a
lad who sauntered up the line.
He told her he was lonesome, and he
asked her if she'd wed.
She listened very clamly to the things
the young man said.
And as he vowed his love was like
lurid, flaming torch.
She said: 'Doggone you, Harry" and
knocked him off the porch.
CHORUS:
Il like you, Harry Higgins" said she,
II like you we'll;
l think we'd be contented and happy
l wonder if you mean i'll wonder
very much,
Now, don't you kid me. Harry. or you
will get in Dutch
Some Friendship.
What is greater than the friendship
that exists among men? The young
Grand Rapids man had carefully ex-
planned that he must go to Kalama-
zoo, but declared that he would sure
ly be back for Z o'clock dinner, as
usual. He did not return as per
schedule. The hours dragged by and
his wife became anxious. Finally she
telegraphed to six of her husbands
friends in Kalamazoo asking them If
the missing man was there.
With the dawn came a farmers
wagon, dragging in broken down
automobile and the husband. AL
most at the same moment a messen-
ger boy arrived with six kilograms,
and all of them read:
Yes, Walter is passing the night
with me-"
The Temperamental Lantern.
When Huntley Russell goes out on
his tours through the small towns of
Michigan, lecturing upon the state
institutions, he carries with him a
magic lantern which shows views of
famous Michigan buildings and per-
Sonages.
At one point in the lecture Huntley
shows a picture of Louis Holtzey. the
famous criminal at Marquette prison.
He was lecturing in a small town on
the Muskegon interurban line the
other night and said: THE next pic
ture thrown upon the screen will be
that of the most celebrated criminal
in Michigan The amateur lantern
operator then threw upon the screen
a picture of ex-President Angel of
the University of Michigan.
THAT is wrong yelled the lecturer
to the man who was operating the
machine. Put on that other por-
trait"
The operator found the portrait of
Holtzey, but in his excitement got
the slide upside down. Huntley gazed
at the screen a moment in deep dis
gust and then said: This is the pic
ture of Holtzey. He is not only the
most noted criminal in Michigan, but
he is also a great acrobat. When this
picture was taken he was standing
on his head
The Quiet Life.
l do not want to be a king
Or pOtentate or anything
Like that. l do not want to fight;
| want to get my sleep at night.
can go home and sit at ease
And hold my kid upon my knees t
And look out OIL my garden plot
And be contented with my lot. a=4s
/ can take in a picture show.
And not be nervous when l go
For fear some titled enemy
VIII drop a lyddite bomb on me.
l get no diplomatic note
Which stirs me up and gets my goat.
No murder is upon my SOUL
For world dominion's not my goal
I'm happy as common lob
Who's got home, also job.
l would not trade my state of mind
With any one of royal kind.
No blood of infants stains my hands;
| have invaded no ones lands.
I would not trade my old felt hat
For all the caps and helmets that
Are worn in any crazy realm
That seeks to STAY and overwhelm.
Gold braid and cfanking sabres punk
70 me are merely useless junk.
/ would not trade my little cot