The Rock Island Argus and daily union. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1920-1923, 1921-02-25

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neRE Lies s4A1s ANCIENT ENEMY,
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VINO D's'MrEas the vMLovEo coss.
II eEwAag!
THE III. K. c.
Whene'er realize my lack of knowledge.
In spite Of all the effort I've expended.
II feel like laying curses on the college
That attended
The H. HC." is not what its been touted.
The horn it blows could stand . lot of tuning.
Though knowledge grown therein is deeply
rooted,
The tree needs pruning.
Perhaps should not speak of her 50 sruhny.
My dear, my well beloved "elmuh motter";
But truth to tell, she was, to put 1t roughly.
An awful rotter'
The knowledge that she gave to me was varied
But the price had to pay to win it!
And many thing she taught me often carried
A sting within 1t.
I'll stick it out despite the way I'm treated
Ny thirst for knowledge still remains unsated:
Ill not be cheated!
| Twas Hard Knocks college reused my first
ambition.
J And SO perhaps twere better not to razz it.
For what's the odds where one gains erudi-
Just so he has it!
WISCONSIN legislators will sit-in Madison
and listen to Mr. HRrdings inaugural address
through the media of the wireless telephone
and amplifers. 1t is our guess the Wisconsin
audience will listen more closely than the one
| in Washington-not because they are more in
terested in what the speaker has to say but
because of the manner in which his voice comes
to their ears.
WHY Tremble! Couldn't She Trust the Guests |!
| From the Galesburg Republican Registsr).
| Eighty ladies showered the BRIDE
to-be with many useful things for house.
| keeping A large number OF wrapped
| parcels were placed around Miss Nelson,
who~witl trembling fingers, unwrapped
them and passed them to the guests for
inspection
I'VE hold the above facts are self-evident,"
says the publicity bureau of tri-city lumber
mems ad. The ad-writer's style is Influenced
by the fact that as youth he used to intone
the W. k. D. Of l. at the old home celebrations.
Well, How Well Can He HOWELL!
(From the Peoria JournaD.
Mr.. and Mrs. Harry Howell are par
ents of a son, born Wednesday
GEORGE WEBSTER, who lives in a tent
at Twelfth avenue and Twenty seventh street
The Argus.
! Mrs. Mary Classes, who says she resides
in box car in Silvis The Argus.
| Now we're looking for man who, like
Diogenes, lives in tub.
THE ADVENTURES OF WILLIE GREEN
| AMONG THE CHICKENS.
Sir: Can you help me? l am very fond OF
! chicken 1.-THE feathered kind. Unfortunately l
must depend upon restaurants and cafeterias
for my meals. Il thought maybe 1920 would
secure for me woman who would love, cher
! ish and support; but she failed to ask mel.
However, for some time l have been out OF
luck or unfortunate or sumthin'. Some weeks
ago ordered chicken and the waitress brought
me q wing and q neck. Next time l ordered
dark meat and was given the backbone with
not enough meat on it TO feed a canary. The
next time l was at a cafeteria and before me
lay at least so pieces of nice fried chicken, but
the "disherup" picked around until she found
a neck and a wing combination which she smil-
ingly placed on my plate. But the last blow
meat until l get one Of my own to cook it.
Sunday l smiled CALAMITY at the waitress and
said: please bring me nice order of fried
chicken" She did. She brought me TWO
WINGS! -. Can you help me?
WILLIE GREEN.
WILLIE is much abused person, in our
opinion. But he still has something coming
to him. When the tax on bachelors becomes
effective he'll probably murder a half dozen
! IVA han har lar ri
THE TWENTY.THIRD PSALM.
Paraphrased by A. NJ. S.
| My Shepherd is God,
I'll not want at His side;
In fields that are green
He my rest doth provide,
| And He tenderly leads
Where the still waters glide.
He restoreth my soul,
| And in mercy doth make
My wandering feet
Paths of righteousness take,
| And He dOeth all this
For His previous Names sake
Though walk in deaths VALE
Where the shadows are deep,
Thou art with me to cheer
Then why should l weep?
With Thy rod and Thy staff
II Thou dost comfort and keep,
In the face of my foes
Thou a table dost spread,
With Thine own holy oil
Thou anointest my head,
| My cup runneth ser
And my sorrows are fed.
Surely goodness and grace
| On my pathway shall pour
All the days of my life,
And when earth scenes are DER,
| Safe folded on high