New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1921-09-15

c. play at fence with mighty swords.
If so it was they poured you wine
And toasted you and cried your name
And in day, oh, friend Of mine,
How bored and weary you became.
For of that stern and armored band
Who faced and broke the wrath of
kings,
You all alone could understand
The simple jests of little things.
And you, at last, I know were fain
To leave these chiefs Of bygone
strife
And gather to your heart again
That jest tremendous men call life.
know when laughter fresh and keen
Resounds, my eyes have sought your
place,
And thrice I thought that I had seen
I You there, the old smile on your
face.
We call you dead, and yet I think
That death must be little thing
When from the Lethe's further bank
We still can hear your laughter ring.
"Thfs is the happiest day Of my hfe,~
SAID the Mayor after visiting the schools.
altering this sentiment no doubt 4oith
the future activities of the Meye, COM
mittee IN mind
| Or maybe the thought that he was
not Of school age during o Hylan sd
ADMINISTRATION threw his honor into
ecstasy.
AS we understand the situation, after
reading the works of Mr.. Hearst and
the newspapers, there are 10000 pupils
unable to obtain seats in the schools
nut when several new school buildings
are opened places will be made for the
entire $4,000.
AS for educational conditions in the
Greatest City in the World, they were
never so good as they are now, and
the deplorable situation in which thew
are at present is the direct fault of
the Great War.
F. F. ": My idea Of literal person
is ne who stays up till 1901 q. m.
September 1 so he can order an ovster
stew. MAC w
The literal persons brother whsn at
te'ad'n9 midnight restaurant late on
September IL ala0cys carries felt hat
along TN hcndbag.
Rain in Vermont Town
Inc rain stepped down upon the town,
Bouncing like toad.
And only the doctors buggy
Was seen upon the road.
The gardens drank with glisteninr
mouths,
Silver and rose and green;
Their leaves stood out against the foo
Lake leaves upon screen.
The little boy with puddle boots.
He won't come out to-day.
think the doctors buggy turned
! Up Billy Jones's way.
CHARLES A. WAGNER.
Our wants are VIGOROUSLY few. and
we think we'd be content for tho rest
OF our life with the privilege of run
nlng taxi stand in the cattle chute
betweeo the Hudson Tubes and the
Erie station.
WHEN BLINDED HE DID THE ILrAD
DGNto w
IS best known as the writer of Para
disc Lost. His life is we'll worth
studying.-The Stamford, Conn, Daily
Advocate.
II the postoftices really need speed
ing up, why not transfer the present
mail truck drivers to sorting letters?
PERSONAL.
FRANK como home. All will be Forgiven
and forgotten. Only show some speed
+. i. ". Tribune, N Y
yesterday was spent by defeated
candidates in the primaries tryino. to
find some ground for optimism in the
returns and endeavoring to forget the
things they had been saying about
their successful opponents.
Vacrous Verbosity
OF all the big whoppers I ever have
heard
That make Ananias seem slow.
This merits the briefest and ugliest
word:
"'Twas brewed over four years ago y
DEDE DADA.
These are the words that 1 frequently
hear;
This is sentence quite empty !
know;
Hark to her saying: Don't fuss 90 nv
dear,
will be down in moment or SOP
They've invented burglarproof he'd
aut what the black lacked New Yorker
really yearns for is a police-proof
kelly.
"neh nave quit this life of mine.