The Rock Island Argus and daily union. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1920-1923, 1922-05-06
The Press Agent of Doe Stork.

| The Press Agent of Doc Stork.
| bushnell Corr, Galesburg Republican
| Register.l
Tuesday afternoon at O'Clock there
came little fairy girl to the home of
MIR. and Mrs. Oscar Herring on East Main
street, and you rest assured that
she will be well cared for by her parents
and congratulations to this estimabe
couple are now in order.
GOWNS Only to Middle Headline in the
Galesburg Republcan-Register.
Well give a set of hand-painted, crocheted
ford tires to the contrib who gives us even a
faint outline Of the story that appeared beneath
that headline. (Readers of the Register are
barred, of course)
A'CLOSE-UP OF CARL SANDBURG.
[Culled from a letter from Jay Sig.]
. He is very charming fellow. In ap-
pearance tall, rawboned. with mass of iron
grey hair. He has pleasing smile and talks
with musical drawl he takes you in with
q sweeping glance of his kindly blue eyes.
Also he is possessed of a keen sense of humor
-droll, and dispenser of sort of dry wit
that makes him the life of the party"
/ happened to be asked to sit next to him
at the dinner table Much to the discontinue
of some of the ladies Sandburg and 1 started
to talk about prohibition. lady who has
charge of the book department in big store
here-a very clever woman-said that she had
seen many proofs of the success of prohibition.
Among ether things she told of man in Cedar
Rapids who used always in the old days to get
drunk Saturday nights Now, she said he
comes into the book store each Saturday eve
ming and buys list of good books. Sandburg
listened, acknowledged an owl, and then
drawled Don't you think. Mrs ----, that
there should be some law enacted whereby this
mans list of books should be o. KID each week
by the Ladies' Home Journal?' 1.
He told me of being down in South Carolina
last week in town where one of the things
they were most proud of was the fact that
| 1od olvu rna 10 mi w Nv nd
always would make it,. l replied that though
we were amateurs in Iowa we were learning
how to make good whisky fast fast is the word,
Sigt1 and would soon be able to compete with
the Carolnians. NO" said Sandburg, you
never will. You haven't the scenery they have
down there.
-. People who used to SCOT at his free
verse find that he grows on them. OF course
he is radical and has limited audience, but
no poet seems to me to be able to reach the
heights he attains with such homely, uncouth
phrases Then again he softly sings of beau
tiful things and one is surprised that he can
coax such color tones out of such common
place, everyday objects, people and situations.
In his new poems to be brought out
in his book, slabs of the Sunburnt West, he
has one poem, The Windy City" which is
marvellous thing. In it he describes the new
boulevard loop in Chicago and the Wrigley
building. He says, None but the blind pass
here without paying tribute In the same
poem he describes policeman finding two
boys stealing coal and the policeman shoots
one. He says in this: They run hump-backed
with gunny-bags, and when the bulls pistol
spits, one Of the lads falls with his ear in the
cinders-his sobbing mother carries him home
to get his face washed for the last timei" :. d.
JAY SIG. wishes he could use typewriter
instead of "inhicting scribbling" on US, but
Them he adds, "a colyumist must be glutton
for punishment anyway" Well, yes; colyum-
list finds his greatest pleasure in punishment
if you disentangle what we mean.
SINCE Carl Sandburg has taken up so much
valuable space in this colyum today we may
as we'll give him a bit more. We rather like the
following. which we SWITCHED from the April
Bookman.
AMBASSADORS OF GRIEF
By Carl Sandburg.
There little fiv of woman loved one |
and lost out And she took up with another
and
it blank again. And she cried to God |
the whole
layout a fake and frame-up. And when
up with Number Three she found the fires
burnt out
and love power, gone And she wrote letter !
to GOO
o God. ANT there some way you can fix it up
SO the
little hivs of women, ready to throw them
front of railroad trains for men they love. can
have
a chance? / guessed the wrong keys I bat /,
tered on
the wrong panels, 1 picked the wrong roads. |
D God,
amt there no way to guess again and start
all over
back where 1 had the keys in my hands. back
where
the reads all came together and had nv pick
And the letter went to Washington. D. G |
dumped into dump where all letters go adj |
dressed to God-and no house number
GOOD Teachers Meeting at Walnut
Sheffield fIll) Times.
And tell US, Cicero. where did the bad teach |
ers meet? -
BIRD songs are delightful But we could
wish the warbler in the big tree across the
way wasn't such an early riser
B E MIG.