Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1893-1920, 1919-12-26

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We remember it. Some people are just that
hnicky.
The only time selfish person ever learns
the secret Of happiness is when he falls in
love-" This explains Why his love-making is
50 eloquent and so-heeting. True enough.
The unseldsh ono is constantly falling in love.
with his friends, his work and the world in
general.
Could This Have Been Your Boyi
Hurrying along Seventh avenue one day
At the busy end Of the afternoon. I was stopped
pushed package into my hand and said:
Buy q pot roast, Is cents!" Tho voice was
crisp and businesslike. as are the voices Of all
U. C. It's. And in front Of me stood lad Of
or 8 with tho world all before him, whero to
choose, ETC.. and lamely I wondered II Provi-
dence were his guide. That made me rub my
eyes, I mean my specs" and look again to
ing no visions, IS old men in their dotage are
said to do. I consulted my Ingersoll. Every
thing was all right Here was the time. the
place. and the-the boy. and under my very
nose the meat. And again came tho voice:
Buy pot roast, Is cents?'
Have the meat markets started to do busi-
ness on the streets!' I asked. "Or are you
The young U. C. +. grinned.
why do you WANT to sell your meat, my
boyw =,
she wanted beef.
Where did you get it,"
Down here at the market"
Then come along with me. son. and we'll
to take home the wrong kind. Your mother
might punish you. Come on, come on, I'm In
hurry"
Presto! The scene had changed. Exit the
boy. Again l rubbed my specs" Thit time
pinched myself. looked back. Forgetting
the pillar Of salt, everything in fact but that
pot roast of pork. small figure was running
up the hill through the snow. won
der why he wanted to- sell that meat Maybe
he wanted to get his mother box Of her IA
vorite chocolates, or a-cigaret case for Christ
mas. You never know.
To all embryonic poets, imagists. or vers
libre-ists-How do you like these translations
from Keith Preston?
Our Jack and JILL" that simple tale.
How Mother Goose did slight 1t.
All, how her careless lines would pale
If H. G. Wells should write 1t.
First take the hour when Jack was born,
How anxious papa waited;
Describe. that age with bitter scorn;
Tell how Jacks parents mated.
Then analyze Jacks infant bean.
Recount his careful schooling
Sketch Jacks arrival on the scene.
And paint their childish fooling.
State how the buckets were procured:
Describe a bucket shop)
See how the ill-starred pair was lured
To tempt the fatal drop.
Give all the creakings ere the spill;
The words Of faithful granny.
Depict the aspect Of that hill
With every coign and Granny.
Tell how they clambered up the slope,
Observing all the strata,
And canvassed England's future hope.
With economic data.
SayNhow tho first misstep was Jill's
Poor Jack fell down like Adam:
They hit the road beneath the hill
(The pavement was macadam).
Now let's see what you can do
Hints on SLOW to Become an Authority On
Poetry"
I. Cultivate the acquaintance Of all the To-
cal poets Most of them are approximately.
2. Join literary club
3. Submit your poems to Chords and Dis
cords.
4. Start poetry magazine.
o.
This is an age Of technique. Jessie Ander-
son Chase declares the last word in that
science to be "the technique of marriage" We
wonder il it's hard technique to acquire
Send US your New Years resolutions Well
print them. Of course holding your name strict
ly confidential" You can then have them
framed and hang over that famous motto:
DO 1t Now"