New-York tribune., 1918-10-26
SHOES G. SHIPS G.
SEALING WAX
DER TAG

You boasted the Day and you toasted the Day.
And now the Day has come!
Blasphemcrs. braRgarts and towards NIL.
Little you reck of the numbing bail,
The blnstng shell or the gas clouds pull
As they spced poor humans homc
You spicd for the Day and you lied for the Day.
And woke the Days red spleen.
Monsters who asked Gods aid divine
Then strewed His with the CHASTITY mine
Not all the water of n the Rhine
Can wash thy foul hands cleanl
You have eown for the Day, you have grown for
the Day.
Yours is the harvest red.
Can you hear the groans and the awful cries 7
Can you see the heap of the slain that lies
And sightess turns to the hame-split skies
The CLASSY eyes of the dead
But after the Day there is price to pay
For the seepers under the sod
And He have Knocked for many n day
Listen and hear what He has to say:
"Vengence is mine I will repayl"
What can you say TO God?
Here's the Liberty Loan ouersub-
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loped, and t70o million men overseas, and
get no cartoomist has d,'asOn picture of
Uncle Sam rolling q rock down om the
Kaiser for almost tauo 7Ueeks'
YES, BUT LOOK AT THE DARN THINGSl
f. F. ": Why all this sympathy for "poor
Mrs. kalser"? Has she not six uninjured
sons? &C. p S.
:, Dear Editor: Whenever you mention Old Man
hoEardus, of Preakness n j.. or Jack George
firmly convinced know you.
pfn.;u If you would only mention Deacon Howell"
school days.-A. l.. Courier
You don't know us, Andrew, but you
did know the youngster we used to be,
so close to twenty years ago that we don't
like to think of it.
You used to come all the way from
Greenwood Lake to school, and we liked
you greatly, for you were affluent and
used to purchase largely of popcorn balls
over at Butterfed's. You sat next to us
most of the time. The only reason we
weren't both at the foot of the class was
the size of the seat
And Deacon Howell" used to teach us.
and we-gosh, it seems like yesterday
we were "Punkin' Duster!"
Life IS fau1ny! People no sooner act
ouer looking ahead and avishinq then
acere older than they turm around and
begin to 1cish to be yoetngev.
Five hundred tons of German TOYS
have arrived in New York, but some
how we don't want to see them. TOYS
stand for what is sweetest in our mem
ory-Chrstmas and birthdays and long,
long hours of dreamy play Toys with
the "Made in Germany" brand can never
mean that now.
We couldn't look at German doll
without remembering Belgium and her
slaughtered children. A German lead
soldier-we used to love them best of all
would no longer fill us with an ardent
wish for knickerbockers once more. It
wouldn't be a toy, for it is now tinv
model of that thing most accursed in the
history of man.
We couldn't bear to see our baby play
with them. And even the wonderful
toy engines and machines that Germany
made to delight the soul of boyhood
mean to-day the force that also gener-
ated the Zeppelin and the long range
gun.
1t Germany wants us to forget and
forgive let her burn her toys and make
no more.
When Influenza cases shoav q falling
off: "The disease has passed its peah,"
says Dr.. Copeland.
When they increase couple of thou
sand: "Things are beginning to slacken.
Doctors are sending IN their lists of
cases" remarks this incurable optimist.
f. r. V.
The TonL