The Rock Island Argus and daily union. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1920-1923, 1921-10-22
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AUTUMN LEAVES.
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The leaves, now turned to russell gold ana
caressea and Graded by the autumn breeze,
T. o-S .nd tvv,,s and threes are waited down
To spread a vondreus carpet meath the
trees.
The trees. Sereft, stand stoics in their grief
The while the wind breatnes soiuy "nIS-
pered signs
Between their branches, marked IN bold relleI
Against the background OF gray autumn
skies.
And soon King winters roaring, icy blast
IT1on the branches bleak and bare will blow,
WhirIing the leaves about until at last
They sleep in peace beneath shroud OF
snow.
As T beboId each leaf drift down it seems
To bring unto my soul poignant pain,
F. We the autumn leaves, my cherished
allen from Che tree OF Hope again.
But Spring will come again and winter
viii be once more fading memory;
The birds will sing, all Nature pud anu
But will nv hopes and dreams return to me =?
RUPTURE is rumored in Erin peace" said
a first page headline yesterday. And rlSht IN
the face of our assertion that the Irish ques-
ton had been pushed off the first pages. But
we're wondering if this latest Irish afiiictlon
can't be trussed up in some manner.
officer! Call the Game Warden!
[From The August
Art Kinsley, desk sergeant at the
Rock Island station, and Policeman
Charles Miner went hunting yesterday.
This isn't authentic, but someone who
claims he knows says that KinsleY and
Miner bagged IL squirrels, four quail
and one rabbit.
PERHAPS it would be well for some kind
hearted person to interpret for the honorable
police force the open season dates printed on
the back of each hunting license
THIS, TOUCHES OUR HEART.
Here's to the house l chose as my own
When houses were scarce in this temperate
zone,
But the house was inhabited. without doubt,
And 70 please the tenants l kindly moved on
The Ode:
All housei
leave behind me memories,
Memories of the days / spent in thee:
Days-yea, nights, 1 heard the little mice
Scamper across the floors.
Ii,
How they cling to thee, old house!
What friends thou hast!
For doth not every creature from bugland
seek thy shelter?
Old house, farewell! A f. L.
BASKETBALL Is In the Air at Geneseo
High."-The Argus.
Now what would Isaac Newton say to that?
THE PROVERBS OF SOLOMON.
Sir: Some proverbs mangled and NAL
treated:
Ok Ass which Getteth There some time,
Than Joy Wagon stalled in Illinois Mud.
When will the time come that Governor
Smallish pulleth Illinois out of the Mud!
Then shall our Hearts leap up like unto
the man in nl-ftting Gorgeous Raiment who
sitteth down on q cup of Hot Coffee at the Lap
Supper given for the Rich Jones Family
Verify his Wife is much Mortified. And he
is greatly Confused.
But he is Glad withaI that it is no Worse
But his Wife desireth to Shine before them
My son. seek not after Fame, nor yet Vain
Gloriana, lest in the End thou contentest thy
self with her dear. sweet lady friend, Miss
Ugly Mug!
Nor yet many Shekels, lest some Knowing
One thee for Alienation Of his wife's AZ
fections. For Filthy Lucre or Cheap Notoriety
satisfeth them.
Go not among them. Many there are who
have like unto a little Bee in their Millinery.
In the End it causeth Wailing and Crashing
of Teeth. And vigorous Working of Lawyers
Jaws. And dispensing of Heart Balm
Verify, it is better to raise Spuds in Colo
rado, or Watermelons among the Sand Burs
Yea, it is even better to live in Peoria. that
place of Endless Torment and view daily the
Defunct Dstilleries. En- Yah,
SOLOMON PIFFTsE,
AN armored airplane carrying thirty ma
chine guns capable Of firing 5000 shots in four
seconds has just been completed at HicksviIIe
L. l., and started on fight to Washingtoe
probably TO attend the disarmament conference
saint Nature WOnderfuI!s
Iron the Bureau County (Ill.) Republican
FOR SALE-White Rock cockerels, good
laying strain For sale until Thants-
giving. Mrs. Jacob Helm, Spring VAL
ley, Ill. Phone 1888 Laid.
YES. yes!" cackles Solomon Pif9e Wbo
clipped the cockerel cluck, we're ready. Bring
on the Growing hem"
LISN, CACi
Oh Cactus dear, why do you grieve
For that sweet Willums boy?