Wheeling majority. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1907-192?, 1916-02-24
A COLU M OF
LOCAL POETS
THE HEART OF AMERICA TO
WOODROW WILSON.

When the day is dark and dreary,
He whistles like lark,
And he's always there with help
in hand
To who'er's in need of a lift.
If your gun is aimed at my friend,
Sir, e"
This is the parting of the ways.
And I'll he damned to you first, sir,
Before you shall murder my friend;
For he's a son of the sod, sir
And worth more to me than you are;
Good day, sir.
Henry Martin is friend of my fam
lily,
Which is composed of me and myself.
He plays all the music of masters,
And sings all the songs that are sun
He halls from the Kaiser domin-
ions,
And the Kaiser's his personal friend
He's learned in the ways Of science,
And readily can discourse
On the movement of astellar bodies
And the powers of mortal man.
And he is hearty good fellow,
And an interesting friend.
II your threats are intended for him,
sir,
The earth will not hold us both;
For he has done for me, sir,
Than all of you rulers of men.
His science is wonderful, too, sir,
His arts are great to behold;
And he's a friend of mine, too sir,
Remember where ere you go.
Good day, sir.
| MY friend, Pierre Debeau of France.
Is a small but affectionate friend
His ideals are lofty indeed,
And his thoughts are those Of the
free;
Res generous and COURAGEOUS.
And is known for his grace:
He halls from the city Of fashions
And he knows what is good and
what's base;
He's very good friend Of mine, too.
Sir.
And value his friendship lot
If your crime is intended for him, Sir,
Resign from your seat in the chair:
For the day shall indeed be long, Sir,
When a hair of his head shall be
harmed, Sir
Good day, Sir.
My old friend, Peter Michalof,
Is valued pal indeed;
His methods are very simple
| And his heart is open to read.
He came here on vacation,
Given him by the Gar;
And he knows of the curse of rulers
And the especial curse of the Cars.
Old Pete Michalof, indeed, Sir,
Is thought of much by me;
His love for freedom is true, Sir,
And he hates not man, but kings.
Oh yes! He is my friend, Sir,
And his loved ones you shall not harm,
For the world is too small for cs
both, Sir,
| If you harm his or him.
+ Good day, Sir.
I've friend by the name of Yoshi-
to,
He's five foot two in height.
His eyes resemble an almond,
And he's right there when it comes to
a fight.
He has never done me harm,
And he's always treated me right.
And as long as he does this same,
Sir,
You shall not threaten his life,
And point your fist at him;
For will not kill him for you, Sir,
Or for the masters you serve;
Awake to the state of my mind, Sir,
And the lesson will do you good
Good day, Sir.
My friend Johnny Bull, from the Is
lands,
Which long may be his home,
Has sometimes lost his bearing,
And run his ship around; ~
But his hearts in the right place,
truely,
And his poems are good to hear
His essays and mastery stories
Are admired much by me.
We've fought and licked him twice,
But he bears NO grudge for this:
So forget your warlike spirit
Don't buster and boast SO much,
For the nations are all human be-
ingS
And none can be forced by MUST.
Shake hands with your brother peo
pies,
And a conference have for your
scraps
For the God of Love is much great
er
Than the foolish ruler of Mars.
The heart of the people has spoken,
Awake to the words Of the heart
May the eternal maker Of humans
Cause love to destroy your dart.
julius E. Muller.
No. 7O5 Belle Isle,
Wheeling, W. Va.
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FATE.