The Rock Island Argus and daily union. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1920-1923, 1921-03-08

the liberation of ideas" as we were in our
presidential acrostic. Since he has so quickly
noted (almost to our chagrin) the sonnet posi-
blities in the name Of Calvin Coolidge and
achieved such a satisfactory result let US has
ten to suggest he try his powers on some OF
the cabinet names. Both Charles E. Hughes
and Harry Daugherty are sonnet material and
il Herbert Hoover can supply middle in
itial he too may become the subject Of DEATH
less sonnet-acrostically speaking.
Moral: Even When Walking in Davenport
.. Wear . Headlight.
(From the Davenport Democracy.
darkened city and no automobile
spelled trouble for two drivers c. l.
Bragg and c. A. Kleine who were ar
rested last night charged with violation
of the light ordinance. Neither driver
had the headlights Illuminated. They
were arrested by Officers Sanford and
Hoyt.
THE morning mail brings q post card ad-
dressed to The Tombstone and bearing the
legend: 1921 Will Reward L: G's" Assuming
Il. G's." to mean live guys" we r. to r. that
we're not merely waiting for that reward
we're going after 1t.
That's Very Reasonable; We Demand IA Lines.
F'rom The Wake. Chitribune).
We have on file divers and sundry
eHuSlOuS, many OIL merit, WuoSo lcHSluS
prevent publication in the space allotted
to this column. Please put emergency
brakes on your Pegasus. Make EN-
snappy. Four to eight lines are best.
OF course, we expect sonnets often to
reach ten or twelve lines.
THE note sent to Panama by Mr. Hughes
produced a painful impression" according
to President Porras Of that republic. Prob
ably the Panamanians were badly jabbed by
| the point OF it
The Plural Mrs. Craig.
fFrom the Port Byron Globe).
Mrs. Walter Craig is the guests Of
Miss Anna Kruckenberg this week The
| Craig family are moving from Fruitland,
| Iowa, to farm near Cordova.
AWGAWAN whose offerings come neatly
| typed. shows promise Of becoming desirable
contributor. But he is here and now advised
that this Mausoleum of Mirth is not to be
usec as a receptacle for such bewhiskered
wheezes as the collar button-wart story.
The Swan Song Of Sin Sick Soul.
(By Red Pruett. convict, in the Aledo
| DEMOCRACY.
came to this big brick house.
And felt as small as some grey mouse
Because l did something shouldn't
And to do it again, couldn't.
The first two days were awful short,
They passed like an arrow from a dart
But now the days are awful long.
The doors are locked, the bars are strong.
But because know deserve to fear,
Ill have to serve my Is years.
To do what's right I'll raise my hand.
My name is Red from Overland.
For l have thought Of many things.
And in my ears hear them ring
And even dreamed Of them at night
I'll do my duty and what is right
So when the day comes when I'm Free
Just watch, you folks, and you will see,
When l get out I'm going homo
For I'll no longer want to roam.
But before I leave these solid walls,
want to thank you one and all.
For all you folks have done for me,
Would fill the bottom of the sea.
BEFORE reading Mr.. Pruett's lines We had
inclined to the belief that a 15-year sentence
was almost too harsh. After reading them
we find our arersion touard canifaJ Oh