Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1917-11-22
Tom Days Column

| But some ono here UdS pidHH'HV "tHOS
and some ono there cds nodding
| And SO upou a morning, tchilc the Dutch
| man smoked his pipc.
4 Httic piece OF plcosdntry sHddenW 1ol
| ripe
| 4 Wtic OF Of StrdtcJy so cdmobHdJcd
by Jtng,
| Tbat not, a German acro.Scout had orc,
guessed thing
| Just crDlodcd uith a "BUng!'
Witch is rhy ,Cc rise and sing
10 The crcrlaStiug glory Of the General
Sir Byng!
on, drinh to Haig. the marshal, in his
double Of that name, sir,
And II vou'd ash me kiudiy 1couid rise
dHd do the same. sir;
BIT the murtidl man ichosc hCdlth tccrc
most concerned about this morning
is he tcho Smotc the kdiscr'S men tcith.
ont a WOrd Of cdrninJ.
on, any sort Of fghting is u gallant Thing
TO do.
BIT he's TIC dnRdy dobtcr tcho can start
a puHch mats Hcir:
Thc lad mat takes a sporting chance aud
has the guts to spring
Whdt no ono crcr sprung before. u good
tro.dStcd Sring--
tud tbc name Of him is "Byny"!
which is Why uc rise and sing
TO the crcrlostiny glory Of The general,
Sir ByHJ'
on, PcrShiug is man 'Cc itch 10 read
about in action,
Bm here is ono rhoSc rcrU nrmc is tuH
Of SATISFACTION:
4 batttc-cry Il rcrJdt punch, an urge, an
inspiration.
4 poem in al angua0cs, in nccd Of no
translation.
on. UOCi oh, WOC! to HHdcHburg and TO
his SbdttCrcd Line!
Who kno,cS' BIZ Christmas icc may sing
orr "Byng in on the Rhine?
Rdccd! il isaI, after dH rcry foolish
thing
For our imagination, no,c, to soar on such
ciHJ.
SO WcH pin DHr hopes 10 "ByHg,"
.iHd wcH all arise and sing
TO hc Crcrlnsting glOry ot the General
Sir ByRD'
IN ADDITION to this latest break in
the IIndenburs line. let us make note of
a few other blessings intimately asso.
ciated with the war:
WE ARE PLEASED TO REPORT
THAT our laundry has quit using pins
in our boiled shirts; and for the little
metal collar-buttons, which we always
dropped on the floor and afterward trod
upon with our stockinged feet has sub
sttuted two-inch withes Of pal er-covered
wire.
THAT our druggist. who always de-
lighted in slippery paper and string has
mended his ways so per cent. He has
cut the string. He uses strips of
gummed paper now.
Our druggist is a very clever man,
chemically speaking, and if he'd only been
content with that all these years, how
much happier he and all his customers
would have been. But he imagined he
had Il genius for wrapping packages. He
affected white or light-toned wrapping
paper which was always highly supercal.
endered and which, in combination with
the slippery red string of his choice al.
ways achieved the most ficndish results.
His masterpieces fell apart the moment
they struck the open air. But now, thank
Mars! the string is gone and the gummed
strips stick
THAT five and ten cent bars of mild
chocolate are no longer wrapped in the
tin-foil that had habit of poisoning lit
tie children who weren't careful to re.
move all the camouiiage, in their impa.
tence to get at the chocolate
WHO are we, to dare to argue with
Mr.. Chick Evans on matter of golf.
Yet Mr.. Evans, to quote from our own
dear paper, recently said:
Let me illustrate what may happen by
little. true story Mr.. Grace and Mr.
Mackall, two Bethlehem Pa) golfers.
were playing the third hole at Pine Val
ley recently. Mr.. Mackall drove into the
bunker over the green. Mr.. Grace played
up to the hole ten feet away. Mr. Mackal
took one. took two, and Mr.. Grace said,
I've got the hCie." Mr. Mackall took
three. and his ball hit Mr. Crace's ball on
the carry and knocked both into the
bunker. Mr.. Grace took one to get out,
but landed IN the pushes on the other side.
Mr.. Mackall came out in two, and Mr..
Grace in two more, and before that hole
was finished they had halved it in ten.
The moral is: There are times when
your short game costs you at least eight
strokes.
But more moral moral would be:
Study the rules and it will cost you less;
for ball struck by an opponents may
be replaced upon the spot from which
the impact moved it.
A SERVICE FLAG with three stars
blossomed yesterday morning upon the
police semaphore at the busy corner OF
Twelfth and Market streets. Reserve Of
ficer John Leonard, who happened to be
on duty at the time, explained that IL