The daily star-mirror. (Moscow, Idaho) 1911-1939, 1919-12-29
SEEKING A GOAT"


served.
SEEKING A GOAT"
How far the departure from the old
fashioned homely virtues of thrift and
economy has advanced was well illus
trated at a recent meeting in Column
bus, Ohio. There was large gather
ing present to protest against the high
cost of living and to urge the prose
cutting attorney to take action. The
merchants were roundly scored and
about everyone else got attention. FL
nally the prosecutor was asked to ex-
plain what he was going to do about
it.
mat gentleman arose and then the
FUR began to fly. His speech was new
er finished and the meeting broke up
when the women left in high indigna-
ton. He first asked how many were
wearing silk stocking. Then he want
ed to know how many women were
putting silken hose on their young
girls. But what made them real huffy
was when he asked all those who as
young girls or young married women
were accustomed to wear silk stock
lngs to announce the fact. Of course.
what he was seeking to impress upon
the audience was that there is a de-
mand today for styles and textures
that did not exist few years ago.
With lessened production and an in
creased demand for Injuries naturally
prices climb. Each and every merch-
ant knows this to be fact He alone
IS unable to stem the tide of public
wants even though he is blamed for
conditions over which he has no con-
Iroi- The Columbus meeting demon
strated that the remedy rests with the
individuals who constitute the gen
eral public. Once the public shows
disposition to help cut prices they will
find the merchants and dealers aiding
them in every possible way. But it is
easier to blame someone else than to
accept individual responsibility and
hence the popular pastime of seeking
goat. '-Wallace ess-Times.
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THE AMATEUR BOLSHEvIST.
By Elias Lieberman.
the shades of night were falling fast.
When through the crowded highways
passed
A youth, i'll shod and habited,
VINO carried high this sign in red:
Whatever is, is wrong"
His trousers bagged, his hat was
cracked,
his vest important buttons lacked,
His Windsor bow was tied askew.
That slogan seemed to fit him, too:
Whatever is, is wrong.''
What makes you bear that thing,
my lad?"
asked. rs life so really bad,
The game of chance so. wholly lost
That you must flaunt this awful frost.
Whatever is, is wrong.''
He glared at me through bloodshot
eyes;
HIS glance was one of panied surprize
That there could live a wight so slow,
So Grass, SO dense, as not to know,
Whatever is, is wrong"
He groaned, Il wish l had my way!
This world should be remade today.
Ia run it on different plan
y n 70
Whatever is, is wrong"
asked MIN what that plan might be,
sut out OF all he flung at me-
cross between whine and hiss
clearly gathered only this:
Whatever is, is wrong"
7e raked me with a wicked leer;
Bourgeois" | thought l heard him
sneer,
hen, lifting high that sign of red,
re stalked away, but, parting said,
Whatever is, is wrong"
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Farmers and Housekeepers' week at
ne University of Idaho ought to be
ell attended by the entire families of
lrmers living within reach Of Moscow.
will mean much to these hardy toll
Is upon whom we all depend for our
'od, II they will take their wives and
|2Sl1Ind daughters to the university
week in this new line Of