The Rock Island Argus and daily union. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1920-1923, 1922-07-08

us. what redress have /. when the Sunday
Trib without regard fox my feelings, presents
me to its reaGers as "Le Moauer"7 AZ far as
know they amt no such word, and insist on
out for fear they won't publish my stun. Of
course l could humiliate and chastise them
by withholding future cpntrteHtipns! Oh. what
to do-what to, do
I'll loiter no more
In the Wake Of the News.
They have no consider
Alton for my us.
So, Mac, You shall hare these tEo interest
ing headlines from the :. p. s., viz. Whatever
that is it sounds like cold ,drinkl-
Il. ". QUICK is FOUND DEAD.
(You fix up something good here for me-
about the quick and the dad
BEST FUNERAL TO BE FRIDAY.
(And here again something about Friday
bein' Rock Island day, which you'd account
for the best one bein' Friday-or something|
shall write te yop again, there is NO escap-
ing it, now that ths mere e lsss Yelled Profits
my goodness. soon they will have the>fall suits
in the windows-displayed on the lovely lady
with the patnt-brush eyeIashes and the chip out
of her nose. And tell Winnie that adore her
praise, but that much Of the charm Of my di
set-up man, or whatever. because he made a
finished product out OF what I started ont to
DO, and did it thoroughly and conscientiously.
I'm afraid this last isn't spelled right. but type
writers are SO Indispensable, don't you know.
l really should write things and then make a
neat copy Of thep-and then asstESy both;
YESTERDAY afternoon a gentleman paused
at our desk to inquire for the city editor We
0ov ofa (nair
rious) we asked the G. e. who he was and were
told he was the Ambassador" of-well, mebbe
we'd better not mention the name. But"
added the C. e., "he did not come bearing the
fruit of the vine and the fig tree, but rather
the incense of the corn juice and essence of
the raisin.''
HOPE SPRINGS ETERNAL, ETC.
Testifying to the Rrecocity Of the modern
child:
Mother: Ito nine-year-old SOM How would
you like to be the mother Of four such noisy,
naughty children?
Son: lgFinning) Not very we'll, / guess;
but I'll soon be the dad, anyway"
IN the midst of story in The Argus be-
meath the headline, Taft Thanks England for
Hospitality, We find the sub-head, Praises
British Bar. Hmmm; no wonder he finds
England hospitable. 'P' '27'
| oAeAsak4:ss4n.
| 1 shall not tread on you,
Sluggish one.
You may safely proceed
With your leisurely meanderings
| Down the dew-Aecked garden-path,
| For all Of me.
| However,
! For you l entertain
| profound understanding:
! And, in consequence,
/ l step carefully
! Over your little, up-curled form.
So that leave you
| Unframed,
! For in my own odd journeyings
Down lifes stony pathway,
| Often have been rudely jostled
And showed aside
To make room for some aeeter traveller
And often have feared
The crushing heedlessness
OF flying feet
But more alike are We
In another respect:
/ Your journey is very short ..
] Yet to you it seems long
And important,
TO me also, my journey appears long
| And of vast import
! Yet in he<great scheme Of things
| II IS rldlculOusly BRIEF
| Snail
We are much alike,
You and I:
And there are q million others like US
On lifes highway: TT
All dreaming that they are creatures of the
When they are only slow and ugly
And tragically small!
| JAY G. s1cmrNn
FRIEND JAKE, who colyums across the