The Belding banner-news. (Belding, Mich.) 1918-1973, 1918-07-03


sauerkraut, 10000 pounds Of apples,
Is, 800 pounds of oranges and 1920
pounds of onions. And this leaves
out 1000 pounds of jam and 9,400
pounds of lima and navy beans"
Rev. Forman a Composer.
Rev. Leon Forman, of Frontier, a
son of Mr.. and Mrs. George ID. For
man of this city, is the composer of
the following, which we think, by the
way, to be the best poem on the sub
ject thus far published:
How He'll Happened to Move"
The devil dwelt in the fiery lake
For a million years or so;
With little to do but to sit and bake
. In the roaring birthstone glow.
He was growing old and his back was
bent
With the toll of endless years;
AS he thought of the fruitless ages
spent,
His eyes filled up with tears.
1t seems, he said, as he blew his nose
With loud and fearful roar,
That this old Joint will have to close
And bolt and bar the door.
The world is growing SO dog-goned
good
In these degenerate days
That l can't get results as devil
should,
And running this mill don't pay.
My business methods are out of date
Ny energy all is spent.
A few more years like these of late
And hell will be for rent.
He slowly and sadly raised his head
AS the office door swung wide.
And the office imp stepped in and said
There's gentleman just outside
Well, show him in, the devil snarled
And the imp ducked out the door.
An Inspector come from the other
world,
He's been here oft before.
But the devil started in frank surprise
AS again the door swung wide,
He scarcely dared to believe his eye!
For a stranger had stepped inside.
He quickly arose to greet his guest
With grave and courtly bow;
For he noted the medals upon hi
breast
And the crown upon his brow.
II y
From the land beyond the Rhine.
l notice your business is somewha
dead.
Will you look at plan of mine?
Your equipment is ancient. You
plans are old.
Your plant is all run down.
Your imps are lazy. Your fires ar
cold.
The place has lost renown.
Then the kaiser opened his sample cas-
And said, am proud to tell
That have right here, for the huma
race,
A brand new type of hell.
/ have savage hordes at my command
| have ships, and forts and guns.
| can crush the people of every land
With the Kultur of my Huns.
| can raze their cities and raid thei
towns.
can outrage and plumber and kill.
Till all shall know, from the ruler
down,
The power of Kaiser Bill.
/ can ravage the mothers and daugf
tiers far.
And the innocent child at play.
To my submarines and my raids b
air
Will fall an easy prey.
have poisoned gas, and star shell
bright;
l nave liquid fire and spies.
And claim to possess a special rigf
From the throne up in the skies.
Your plan is bully! the devil said,
AS he grasped him by the hand.
Wen put the paddock on this old she
And move to the Fatherland.
Then the devil called all his imps unit
They stood, everyone, in line,
Then he fired the bunch and left wit
Bill
For the land beyond the Rhine.
Thus hell has moved from its ancier
stand
To the palace in Berlin.
The devil and Bill rule the Fatherlan
And the two look just like twins.
They work in harmony, I've been toll,
And the devil says he finds
That they far outclass the hell of oil
With the new one on the Rhine.