The Leader, enterprise and press. (Fitzgerald, Ga.) 1915-1921, 1917-02-19

~ 80 t4ASy nave 10 40 is fOrce air
~, and It comes up by itself. Simple?
They say facts are sometimes stran-
scr than fiction. Yes, there are some
men, who, when they tell the truth
surprise their friends good deal
more than if they had prevarcated
Many man who has the degree of
eOrtors of Laws" is merely
sqa,aCl.''
Germant had better not fool too
FINCH with Chile; she may spill the
beans.
And if it comes to squeeze there
Is no doubt that Brazil will be hard
nut for the Kaiser to crack.
Some men can pick up speed only
Vghen in reverse
Although we may have been mis-
zen, we saw an engine on the track
ether day which we thought would
Ve been great deal better off as an
Thor for U. S. battleship.
AN you imagine more superfu-
fellow than the ice man in zero
ii. gs'-
man is mighty iliterate who
iic. his own name. All success
be.-fness men are able to do this
AutSswhat good does it do to write
your own name if you are the only
one who can read it?
Certain foreign nations could well
1e typified by the Rock of Gibraltar.
INo, not that they are so strengths
such big bluff.
Another useful invention would be
q system of cold storage that would
aG8 keep a good joke from getting stale
~
MI Whittier shufflest down the street
sVUDiy Dog, with tired feet? Why
\ those mournful, watery eyes? WHY
those hcaves, and dog-like signs
& Once you had room and board ant
i an happiness you scared Then your
guardians moved and you-were lief
behind ito see it through" Now
a wandering tramp you roam-look
]. ing, hoping for homel There's
lsA room for pups with downy fur, bu
/ sAnot for you, o. Woody Curt Wei
1oEs4Aumit, you're rather smart you coulC
ii. I've, you have a heart. But you stag
ger down the road, your canine sou
beneath a load. Children sheer anC
se pass you up, cause you're worthless
Woody Pupil Till the Pound Mar
Unjust it beD sets your helpless spiri
freei
But Woody Dogs. who guard anc
love, you were sent by Him above
II by chance, you've lost home. ant
the streets you're forced to roam
when at last you lie to rest-bless yo,
pup, you've done your best, Yo,
-~.@lsave been Friend to Man-thats a.
much as Doggies can! i,
The other night I had dream,
nightmare, fierce and wild and loose
] journeyed to city where they hac
no newspapers in use! 1t may seen
strange. but it's fact, all forms oil
news. this city lacked. And when I'd
been there scarce day, its ways be.
gan TO bore; I'd never seen place SC
Z quaint, or quite so queer before. The
people there could never know what
passed from day to day, and so they
went about their work, in blind
tumbfounded way. A merchant open.
ed up store-it failed to make a hit
because the people of the town coulc
never learn Of i'll The streets wer,
entered up with cards, and advertis
ing truck; the trees, the posts. tn,
walls, the walks, with many sign.
were stuck. The litter on the bill
strewn streets was full three inche.
deep. and here and there beside til,
way twas stacked up in heap TIL,
rricrs hurried through the town, pro
claiming far and near And the wan
ads on the bill boards were behint
time. just yearl In every corner
was a sign-from each and every
nook there leered weather beaten
card, of dark, ungainiy look. l turn.
ed my head, shut my eyes-I cover
ed up my face; promised my befud-
died self to straightway leave the
place
And when woke, with feverish
brain, realized our debit grasped