The Morning Tulsa daily world. [volume] (Tulsa, Okla.) 1919-1927, 1922-12-31
nSDider" Cass Malone

N the place where he was born
out r Kansas where the sunflowers
nod their heads in early morn,
,yav out there in mystic cloud
lind where the sky Is smiling
through
p-..ts of moving fleece-eternsl on
fajd OF fairy blue
,p..y out there where gilded sun
r-. scans the sea of opal mist
All The sunset smiles a parting to
tra prairie it has kissed;
ue.. the south winds springs at
ro.urise-when the red gold
flashes pale,
sanding slrhs or recollection down
some long-forgotten trail.
Dsr.der" was his title. but his name
vas Cuss Malone
ruu six two, red haired and honest.
us a shank OF skin and bone,
And be loved the bankers daughter,
but the rich man frowned him
when he went TO claim Rosalia at
the big house in the town.
nays went by and Spider ponder
ell Ger the irony OF fate.
pgt The logic OF the prairies held
his thoughts from gloom or hate.
n HU WAS pun anu AbhtAA anu NV n
ward ana his life was clean and
true.
4 But la failed to meet the standard
IN the monetary view.
Came . day the prsiries rumeled
with vague. far-reaching sound.
4 Twas tho tread OF freedmen march
Ing. quick and sure upon the
ground
srider heard the call and answered
with his much -prized question
r7ire
And he qualified for service in the
fields OF "Over There"
Leased his meaEar 40 acres on the
oll-time boomer" trail.
where his sires had forced their
oxen through the sand with curse
and fail.
Isft the cockleburr ana stibbls Of
i, the last years crop OF cane,
Left his heart with fair Rosalia
when she kissed him on the train.
Seasons passed. Somewhere in
England" Later Somewhere at
4 the Front"
Then his letters dragged and short
eued. Briefly written, briefly
blunt
q Then last one: Dear, forget me,
for you know I'm not the man,
Marry Buck, the big oil magnate--
y owner OF the Tex Kan"
& Then q lapse. The busy postman
4 passed the mai,len at the gate;
] 'Mehby you win hear tomorrow,
soldiers mail IS allus late"
< while she puzzled at the silence.
n Fate was taking up its yarn,
"a grGr tn o out
v somewhere on the distant Msrne.
Il Fate was spinning, too, in Kansas,
D where the baack-eyed Susans
gT0W,
On the trails worn deep by ages-
by the OK teams long ago.
Pipeliues parallelttd these by-ways,
derricks fringbd the distant
knolls.
Copper threads had webbed the
prairies on hedge of staggling
poles
Steam clouds roJe from kissing
boilers. Every-w here were throbs
4 Of drills
. Motor trucks. piled high with cas-
ing. rumhled through the lime
stone hills
4 And. where derricks were the thick
Fl t"H anu q ApN "a VI ANsANH nav Q p"AA.
Lay the one-time Worthless acres,
held in fee" by Cass Malone.
rou recall that July morning when
the Germans struck at Naux,
n Thought 10 Cleave a path to Paris In
B one swift, decisive blow?
/ you recall at Chateau Thierry whore
& the captain in command
3 Passed the word back to his dough-
boys; "Hit the trail for Kaiser
land q"
/ d. you know the lanlSy youngBter
who first to leap the gap,
AZ Caught a ragged bit OF sharpnei
MI just beneath his iron hat,
\xJus, enough 70 hurt his 'feelin's--
I just glimpse of "somethin'
red"
Dripping, burning, nearly binding.
from the furrow on his headf
How his Kansas blood was boiling
4 as he save his prairie yen,
n tstormed ''wurfer" single HANDED
Il In rain OF leaden hell,
4 Caught the oringing Hun behind n.
Ike spaniel grabs q rat,
Flung him back upon his fellows
with the cold steel in his fat
I And when later, pale. but happy,
he received his Croix da Guerre
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