Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1920-09-11
The Windmill
FISHIN'.

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FISHIN'.
Fishin'!
Archin' skies of the softest blue:
Grasses tall that the wind walks
thru
Taikin' round you an overhead
Dropping fronds of the willow
spread
Canopy like. SOS man can lie
Wstchin' 'em wavin' acrost the sky,
Wavin' and weavin' the hull day
long
Dreams that move to the rapids
song,
Dreams that float like the leaves
that pass
Over the broad pools face of glass.
A rusty can and some angle worms
Long as your finger and full O:
squirms;.
A ten-foot pole from a stout BAN
boo;
sar'wich and maybe an apple OF
two:
A ilossy place on the very brim
OF a deep, wide pool where the cat
fish swim,
Ant day that marches in green
and gold.
When a man forgets that the world
grows old.
These are the things that my soul is
wishin'--
Fishin'!
Eishinst
Breezes BLOWN acrost the pool
Touch your face with their fingers
cool.
Call In passin' you by to say
That. over the hill they are maxim
hay,
Or bring the word to a hungry fellow
Thar summer apples are CROWN
mellow
On Il shattered stub where the maple
Kinsfisher hollers: "They bitin'
good?"
Wagons waken the bridge to thun-
der,
You watch and hope that your cork
goes under.
And yet. 1t doesn't matter a lot
Whether you catch string or not.
To loaf and listen and understand
The intimate voice Of the meadow
land;
The grasses whisper: blackbird's
chatter,
The chorussln' critters that chirp
and clatter,
And under 1t all. If you bark you'll
find
The gentle voice Of the summer
wind.
To lie by the river the hull long day,
Latest thing in a world at play,
Lulled by the willows branches
swishin'-
Fishin'!
What about the Russian situation
tonig ht?" queried the managing edi-
tor.
on" responded the telegraph edi-
tor. ust like that. "the usual rum
ming story"
Oh, for the golden days of long
ago, when servants and food and
houses and wages and labor were
just themselves and had not yet ac-
CURED the suffix problem"
CHEER UP POME
Tho rents and costs of clothes and
food
The joy from life seem crushin'.
There still is room for gratitude
Be glad you're not q Russian.
: ;
An undertaken in Brooklyn, n. T.,
the other day overheard two men
groarling, rushed into a house and
saved them from death by gas A
hero. yes-but mighty rotten busi-
ness man.
We've always felt that Trotsky
ought to be hitched up to a drosky
on the Nevsky prospeckt, and now
we feel it more than ever.
admiral Benson after cheaper
COAL" recent headline informs us.
OF course! But why single him QUIT
Considering the cost Of living, a
good many of us would be willing to
start hunger striking-if we could ,oc
sure OF the forcible feeding.
It looks as tho the next editions Of
the map of Poland wouldn't be
printed in red after all.
Prohibition agents all over the
country have begun to confiscate
near eer, which they claim contains
a fraction over the limit Let 'em go
to it. They're the only ones who
want 1t.
Crews in Uncle Sans new sub
marines, it is said, will travel with
less discomfort than in q Pullman
car. Sure-they won't have the cin-
ders.
HYMN OF HATE,
am a cautious man, but
Will summon all my powers
To crown the dame who grins and
chirps;
"Say it with a cauliflowers."
Every married man knows what
the zero hour is. It comes right at
ter he's finished paying his months
bills.
MACADAMNED!
A motol.ist was told he'd go
And face in regions far below
The devils worst inventions.
Il think" he said. 'I'll like it we'll
Because you know, the road to hell
Is paved with good intentions"
We note that there are now four
political groups in Mexeo-the con-
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