Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1920-09-15
The Windmill
TO CHLOE.

TO CHLOE.
Chloe. you wonder IL love you best.
Daily the query is voiced by your
eyes.
Speech you refrain from, but heav-
tngs Of breast
Acting az bellows for sterterous
signs
Ask this one question. know your
attention
Springs from no passion encham-
bered in you.
But many things I've neglected to
mention
You think are your due.
All. your eyes ask, do you not love
me truly?
Aren't you my suppliant- vassal,
my slave?
Isn't your breast filled with passion
unruly,
Making it difficult, sir, to behave:
Doesn't your silence betoken you can.
can, sir,
Keep your own counsel, tho ardor
be hot?
Chloe. herewith IL positive answer;
Most certainly mott
Lady. know that you think me
| brute.
Dir,
For have. never yet sung Of your
charms.
AS to your face and your form I've
been mute;
Likewise concerning your eyes.
lips and arms;
OFT have heard your intolerant
sniff
When my forebearance enraged
you. In sooth,
Chloe. I wonder what you would
say II
I told you the TRUTH
THE CRYING NEED.
What has become OF good, old.
fashioned gloom7
There was time, not SO many
Years ago. when the world was full
OF opportunities Tor the kind OF sob
bling that did the heart good. In
those days one might whimper to
ones hearts content and We VEN
ture to assert that It was mighty
good for the disposition.
There was Nellie. the beautiful
cloak model betrayed by a poison
needle: and Esther, the fair sewing
machine girl. trapped by ono sho
trusted: and oil the rest OF the
Sorority OF Sobs. One might weep,
Enthusiastically and almost joyfully,
at their trials and tribulations and
with each tear there came a bath Tor
the soul.
But what have We now1, Come
diansi with comical feet; bad men
who thrill US. But tho victims Of Z
wicked world. whose plight stirred N
to the depths seem to have van
ished forever.
This is an age that finds enjoy
ment in laughter. instead Of In tears.
And We suspect that most Of the un-
rest in the country Is due to that.
For IL It not obvious that Il men
learned how truly enjoyable sorrowf
might be that they would be con-
tented with-aye rejoice in-the
harshness Of their LOTT
Thus when, If ever, we decide 20
80 =
country, the frst plank OF our plat
form shall read as follows:
I'VE pledge return to the soul.
filing gloom that once up1ifted our
fair land and we denounce ~ shel-
low and vicious the effort to substi-
tute empty JOY for deep and glorious
sorrow"
It's wise issue that knows its
own father.
LIFE
The draw is open and the banker1
special halts;
Men who count their wealth by MILF
ions
Fret and curse at the delay;
They must reach the city on time
Or half a hundred vital dealsr win
fail.
But the draw is opan and the train
Is held,
Waiting for a dirty little tug to pass.
Coughing and sneezing. she pants
along.
Her captain, corncob IN mouth,
Gazing serenely on life and the I
waters ahead
He has no vital dear to worry him
And 20 he takes his time.
Finally. after fifteen minutes,
The bankers special moves ahead
Over the bridge toward the city.
The millionaires glare at the dirty
little tug:
But the serenity Of her captain
L. unbroken. He has picked his
49, SvR~<H z
And he knows where he 10 bound
It Il difficult for us to understand
the psychology Of the ladies' who
dress themselves up-or down-with
the sole intention Of attracting the
eyes Of any stray male and then,
when the benighted man gazes, has
him pinched for annoying her.
Before decollete became the thing
a girl now and then was willing to
wear her heart on her sleeve.
We note that the hard coal miners
are planning another strike. We Z
didn't know that the last one had
been settled.
Politics makes strange bedlamfel-
lows.