Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1920-06-12
The Windmill

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THE HEMLOCKS.
The hemlock forest climbs the Hill
And lifts it's arms to touch the sky,
It's fragrant depths lie dim and still
To listen while the wind rides by.
In asles that stretch thru purple
shade,
Stand lichened tree trunks grey
and old,
And gently in the open glade
The sunbeam spreads his rug of
gold.
The scarlet partridge berries glow
In heaps OF needles brown and
dry.
Above. sedately to and fro.
Plumod branches weave across the
sky.
Unframed, the spiders web Is spun
Along the broad, untrodden ways
Where, hidden from the searching
sun,
The toadstools pale umbrellas
raise.
die
In furnished gold on rock and sod,
The dusk. like smoke comes drifting
by,
And thrushes lift their song to
God.
All we dare to hope is that some
day these Finish fights" between
capital and labor viii finish.
Workmen have lost all idea OF
making themselves worthy OF their
hire in their effort to make their hire
worthy of them.
GLORIA: OR THE DARK HORSE.
Continued
The White Hopes enter. Each car
ries himself like Atlas. bearing the
burdens of the earth on his Shout
ders. Their eyes are heavy with re-
sponsibility and their brows furrow-
ed with cosmic problems. One can
tell at glance that they are serious
thinkers-so serious. in fact. that
the doctors gave them up long ago.
While they are proceeding toward
the platform, master mind slips
into the hall You would know in
stantly that he was a master minG,
because he wears his bow tie snug
gled under the folds Of his collar
and his nose--a strong. aquiline pro-
boscis--is crowned with gold-rimmed
eyeglasses, from which a heavy black
ribbon flows. Offhand you would
say he was a combination Of Nicky
Arnstein and Napoleon.
The master mind takes place on
the platform, and with his arms
akimbo--master arms are always
akimbo--he contemplates the pro-
ceedngs. The White Hopes adj
vance to the platform and, with the
profound seriousness OF buffers, adj
dress Gloria.
Songs Of the White Hopes.
The world. alas. is topsy-turvy!
1t has, alack, the cosmic scurvy!
Oh, white is black and black is white
And night is day and day is night,
And this is that and that is this,
And bliss is pain and pain is bliss.
Alas! Alack! Alack! Alas!
We fear the worst has come to pass.
We fear the earth has Jumped its
track.
These are. forsooth. most parlous
times.
An age for reason. not for rhymes.
A mighty brain must show the way
Out Of the darkness to the day.
A tow'ring mind must think and
think
To save us from Distinctions brink.
Our verdict Is unanimous.
The nations fate depends on us.
Gloria is visibly affected. One
White Hope in particular-a young
ish man with new republic sort OF
expression on his countenance-
seems to hold her attention. He
stretches out his hands to her. She
rises from her throne as tho she will
respond to his appeal.
But suddenly the master mind
steps to the center of the platform
and blows shrilly upon a whistle.
The doors are thrown open and
dark horse gallops furiously down
the aisle to the platform.
The master mind snatches Gloria
from her throne and hurls her upon
the dark horse.
The dark horse wheels about and,
while the delegates look on as tho
petrified, gallops from the hall. bear
ing Gloria, The Nomination. with
him.
Ensemble.
(Favorite Sons, Peepul's Friends.
Old Guard and White Hopes)
We put aside our hopes and pride
And offered up our sacrifice.
Agreed to be the nominee.
(Which we consider rather nice.)
No one of us, alas! was named,
But one unknown and unprecedented.
And still We'll cheer him, loud and
heartily.
For, after all, we love our party,
Our grand and glorious,
Great victorious, party.
(Curtain)
maybe I'm crazy or somep'n,"
says Uncle Abimeleoh Bogardus, of
Preakness, N. j., but it does seem
to me like as If the only nation
what's kept at war with Germany is