The Rock Island Argus and daily union. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1920-1923, 1920-12-09

I.sWE Li<s ssAss asc'G'sr enE.w.
so'sD'swrras rre usLovrO evss.
GHOSTS.
scasimss think o. puny triumphs wen.
And call than forth and range them side
BY side;
count them o'er and DER. the things i've done.
And contemplate them all with swelling pride.
No failures stand among those shining boss!
"Ah me-" say. "a wondrous sight to view"
And then. a II to mock me- come the ghosts
The ghosts Of al the things failed TODD.
The ghosts of Good Intentions / once had !
Come forth to taunt me- faces all a-grh.~
Led by the one who often drives men mad (
Memory OF the Things that Might Have Been,
Then does the bubble OF my pool pride burst
So little left TO boast, SO much to rue!
|. The ghosts Of al the things l failed to do J
Pale wraiths of Wasted Time and Vain Regret,
Grim specter Of my youth Did Not Try.
Heartsick, close my weary eyes. and yet
They are not gone; see them hov'ring nigh,
What though today is more than passing fair,
What though tomorrow holds promise new
MY yesterdays are pcUpASu WbAu UcSp0iI
The ghosts Of all the things failed to do.
l. SINCE E. ". s. 70 kindly copied on q post
card for us the 13-line sonnet from old Bert
Taylor's colyum we can't resist giving it fur
Their publicity. Here you are; count EN-:
e. SONNET.
(From the Line o. Type.
Az one who being sick has slept all day
Hearing the world beat out its vague refrain,
A restless rhythm in his restless brain, (
Hearing in dreams the cautious nurses say
Meaningless phrases in a tangled skein. ).
And wakes to find that It is night again.
And all the precious sunlight slept away
So faintly runs my life when you depart
Somewhere between q waking and dream.
Scarcely feel the sickness IN my heart
Aimless goa Leaf upqu q stream
The days drift by in dim and troubled light I
And night when it has come - only night.
| AND there, as B. L. r himself frequently
remarks, you are We don't know whether =
W. S. copied all the commas, periods, etc.
We print the 'sounst" as 1t came to U.S. Pos.
where. II there is and B. L. T. lamps this w
| shall be set back in our proper place. But
honestly, now do you really miss that 14tt
line when you read the sonnet? The dickens
Of it is, somebody decreed that a sonnet mus
contain IA lines and TO date no sonneteer has
had the temerity to use more or less.
ONE man comes to mind who, were he al
dicted to writing sOnnets, might approve thu
13-line formAWoodrow Wilson. I
They Might at Least Have Given +
| = Each Other Hint
From the Bloomington Photography.
Miss Irene Elwoood, employed at the
I
of the Leininger bake shop, were mar
ried on Saturday afternoon at 3 o'clock
by Rev. James T. Mulgrew. the wedding
coming as a complete surprise.
FROM a column and half Of vox poppinl
against the Sunday blue law in the New Yerl
Tribune we pick one who suggests the 'indi
viduals who have something in their blood tina
makes them DESTROYS of reforming something
-. start crusade compelling women t
dress decently." He says there is no need o
describing woman's Dress as anyone VIII,
is not blind knows Just what Tam driving at
This person objects to not being permittss
to do rs he pleases on Sunday and then want
women restrained from dressing as they pleas
every day in the week. Personal liberty ha-
many definitions hasn't it, girls!
FOR our part in the reform wave we advo
cate legislation repeating the federal statut
which compels innocent males to gaze pop-eye
after passing fairies of fashion. One is so ap
to run into lamp post or walk through
plate glass window!>
THE composing room foreman of the New
York Sun complains that Don Marquis hurrie
in each day when there's hardly time enougl
left to get anything set carrying about
half OF two-thirds Of column with plea to 10
Gods sake stretch it into column somehow
THAT'S a great system. We're going t
TRY it. r. E. MIC.
P.S,
Good hevvings! but the makeup man is mean
Just bark to what he says-the doggo1
wretch
l"I gotta have five lines. you fish! Come clean
This hard boiled pine that you write won
stretch"