Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1917-10-05

John u.
Rockefeller, he,
Seemed as pleased as pleased could be.
Somebody, probably our favorite story
teller among golfers, narrated to us the
tale of man whom the same John ID.
invited to play on the Rockefeller private
course at Cleveland. The guest had
neglected to provide himself with balls.
Lend Mr.. Blank couple of old balls,
George" said the host to his caddie.
There's no old balls in the bag, Mr..
Rockefcllcr." replied the caddie. "No"'
exclaimed the host, ana after pause,
"well, I guess you'll haze to lend lin
new one, then"
THE ITALIANS of Philadelphia had
their mass-meetng last night, TO protest
against evils, political and social, which
have long afflicted the section called Lit
tie Italy" What's to come of it all we
don't know but there's sure to be a meas.
ure Of good. The old order will never
again prevail. It's true many of the
towns 100000 Italian inhabitants were
city-dwellers in their native land, and
some were accustomed to housing condi
tions little better than they've been get
ting here, but a lot of them know more
about scratching a living out of the earth
than does almost any American farmer
and that way their chief fitness for citi-
zenship lies.
If the politicians had not so persistent
ly exploited the Italian from the begin
ming, the back-to-the-farm movement for
him, which seems now to he pretty well
under way, would now be solving some
Of Mr. Hoovers troubles
Nicola D'Ascenzo, whose name has
come to be constantly associated with
this Nesuvian eruption i'm Little Italy,
whose smoke centered over the Academy
of Music last night, brings back from his
vacation at Proyincetown story that
would be a proper theme for a poem if
we were not in a mood for prose this
morning.
The hero Of the tale is Cne Francesca
Cesco, restauratcur, whose place-if
one happened to be approaching
Provincetown by airplane-would hit
one square in the goggles from afar off.
It's anare with flowers. But it's more
than that.
Cesco took possession only a few years
ago. He found everything worn out.
The soil was tired. The trees and all
their relatives were sick. There was an
enormous but barren grape vine which
lad once produced a good sort of grape.
This Cesco Immediately cut down, close
to the roots. Then the neighbors came
around prophesying woe. Wait" said
Cesco. What he did to the soil amounted
to a fairy spell. The following year his
vegetables were wonderful and he got
more to the acre than any other farmer
| thereabouts. One sort trod upon the
| heels of another and was in it's time, trod
upon in turn. But around and over all,
| his flowers flourished and flared Last
| year came the miracle The decapitated
| grape vine, having rushed right up out
of the ground in the spring, began to
| decorate its hair with rich clusters. which
in the fall Cesco passed around among his
neighbors.
There are in Little Italy who knows
how many potential Francesca Cescos?
! Alfred Abernethy Cowles, during his
long life, wrote many fine poems but
never put them into print. Now he is
dead and his friend, James Terry White,
gives his Poems and Lyrics" to the
/ xEpplI
lines:
KING FOR 4 DAY
Who, dotcH This JuSy street
In Giuteriag pOmp and pride,
! Nith tramp Of hOrseS feet
Comes in such state to rider
one tchO, crctChHc uukuoicn
on some smdH erraHd bent.
Along this road alone,
UnnOticed came and lCent.
But HOto men stand apart
To giUe his progress room;
The pedldr turns his cart.
The lccaUer quits his loom:
! And children ledUe their pldU
TO see the splendor pass,
wan plHnleS Of black and grdV
And pdnOpIy of glass
SO, lest our common clay
Lack all eHnobliH0,
Death for a single dap
Makes eUery mdn King.
0 THE REVEREND Ralph Graham, VIII
disappeared so mysteriously some year
!, ago, once told us how he sried 10 send
r wireless TO his congregation but faile,
:. to get It across. my church." said he
g was engaged in various wild scheme
I. to raise money, for which there wa
/. much use / felt the need OF some OF 4
\ and 50 when was called upon to ope
= spelling bee n the Sunday scho,
e rooms these were ne arsf fllrce words
gave ept lncIesss psalot. s,lat,