The Rock Island Argus and daily union. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1920-1923, 1921-12-16
THE WEIRD TALE OF A STRANGE
I6{rRNEY.


One night went adventnring into the world
thai lieg in the moonlight had never before
explored it, 1 had but looked out upon it
had never loosed my feet to stray through its
wide. white realms, to wander It's Weird' gnost-
~ pathways.
Then there came quesr urge and a surge
Of my soul that drove me to travel, eager, us
hills and its shade-haunted valleys, by strange
and gIorifed earth-ways, with the-Aog. Black
Fear, who would follows
In rapture 1 passed down highway. Sub
dued. 1 went walking a-tp-toe, lest l Waken
some dread, dreaming sleeper or annoy some
misehievous spirit
At length the silver road ended. The dog,
Black Fear, moaned and trembled. l turned
to a high hillside pathway, through a beauty
as pure white death is, and an imPenetrable
silence
The high-riding night-queen disdained me
Her beauty had frozen the stars out Yet
wandered onward and onward, enchanted, villa
in her Witch-lght lured by her cold eerie
charm to the brink OF those dark woodland
cayerns where her might broke in ineffable
shadows.
There my soul lost it's impertinent daring
and welcomed the covering shades as a beast
its lone lair on the mountain. There crouched
in ecstatic fear at a beauty too perfect for
mortals, whose touch is too powerful for
While chill zephyrs whispered about me
like sighings in the pathway of spirits and
the little leaves on tho pale trees QuiVered
with deep, strange emotion, Black Fear, Fear
of Earth. Fear of Silence, Tapped cold my shud-
deF1ng fingers, called me home from my ven
Now 1 have builded sure boundaries, of
walls and doorways and windows; have set
myself lengths l may journey. For bat once
again shall my soul fare forth through the
terrible moonlight, fare forth through it's in
finite beauty.
Dear me, Just this minute remembered
that 1 decided to write THE Column today.
We-e-ell-
Ahumi
We-e-ll-
chug-chug-chu-ug-
Please crank her again, somebody.
Oh yes! That reminds us. Down on Sec
ond avenue the other day plain, quiet young
fellow of good manly proportions was limo
Gently passing a stalled Ford" you've heard
of them, maybe) when quicker than yellow
kitten, outhopped the very girlyest kind of a
girl and landed right in front of his eager
eyes. 20 please, SIR are you afraid to crank
a Ford?" she Hsped sweetly.
Well now, that's right-he cranked it.
But il you had seen the suspicious look he
gave that crank-handlei And the way the hair
on the back of his neck went Skinny
shimmy!" And the way he Strengthened his
back-bonei
hero--that's what he was! Yes, you'd
have seen il, even as l."
TO THE LISPING LADY.
Each day brings forth its heroes.
At each retiring sun
Some delicate young damsel
Has found another
pla1nttve plea for succOr
Sweet words, You're not afraid
Speak purpose to some manly breast
And hero has been made.
Yes, peace begets its heroes
ALPS fair in love as in war
Tne oattleheld makes many brave
But frail woman, many more.
OF Mr.. Roscoe Emmett Hightower McGowen
VIII just forget to notice some of our rhymes
everybody else will too) We do feel that if
J No nod nc
make US influential enemies which is diplo-
matte mistake BesidesA we like the other
contributors first raEs, even if they do write
such clever stuff that it is beyond the ninbIa
ness of our wits. We will confess sometimes
we can't even grasp the meaning of it. OF
course, we might take the undiplomatic risk
of writing better rhymes if We could think of
them, but alas,
We can't
We-e-eH, ah hu-um-a-
Little grey matter up in my attic
1t isn't time yet to grow coolish and static
Get move.
OConnor is out and may still be a-roaming:
If you look just he does and see a gun
coming,
Get move.
There's big million dollar hotel in, Moline
With the greatest big basement that ever was
But that's all
The great folks from Europe are traveIing |
home: eHs
We hope they've enjoyed their decision to
come u
Twas some call
Hughes is now dancing cheek-to-cheek with |
the Jap WIN
fhey've kissed and made up DER the Island
near squall
The Diary of Pink PLUMP Hen.