The Rock Island Argus and daily union. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1920-1923, 1922-06-16

Forsaken, forSaKen,
Forsaken am /!
This is my conception of coilum IN its
most deadly form and l only write it to give
Mac a rest-not SOS l can clip it out and put
it in my purse. l have no illusions about the
things | write and no matter how good they
are | never cut them out and carry them around
i paste them in scrap-book
Nor do 1 expect my effort to be appreciated.
Many readers will go laundering on, entirely
insensible TO the fact that | have done some
thing remarkable OF course know Mac dian
come right out and ask me to write this, but,
we'll you know what he DID say, and he might
lust as we'll have called me by name so l I'M
nediately festooned myself upon chair and,
in a fit of Observation-Disclosures, produced this
beautiful example OF uninterrupted sequence.
Dairy of a Plum COlOred WhuffledOod.
/ never saw a whufnedood,
do not claim to be one,
But if you're rilly in the mood
In the mirror you may see one.
- June 10-Took home unframed water
color With usual neatness and precision
placed it in living room chair and went on up
stairs. Young, impulsive person came Ringing
in and threw herself into that chair.
June 11-Friends took US out to East Moline
after wood ferns Woods hot. Ferns scarce.
Seven-year-old member of party put on con-
tinuous monologue which ran something like
this "Is there any snakes in these woods is
that poison ivy can't we go home now my these
woods is hot Iwisht Icould go home b'myself
mama is this poison ivy mama my legs
Found thorny, unknown plant Took it
home for careful study. Laid it on top Of book
case. Nobody hardly ever sits on top of the
bookcases.
June 12-Ate lunch at McCabe's-now do
you know who 1 ann Wrote poem and sent
it to Mac.
June 13-Today Mac says he is going out
to camp for reSt-hm-I wonder if that poem
could have had anything to do with it-well,
when he sees THIS contribution he will prob
ably take the veil.
aside to Mace Say, how do 1 know when
I've written enough to fill column? Do you
count the lines. or does your brain shut off
anatomically - no - automatically when you
have reached the end?
FROM THE RED BOOK
"kootenai's revolver barked first Worth
ington's knees sagged; he crumpled and fell
He himself catch up his arms the
little child that smiled at him in drowsy friend
illness :"
OF course if there's one thing a little child
enjoys better than something else it's good
rousing murder; so it would naturally have a
friendly feeling toward the murderer. Even
so, / can't imagine child being "drowsy" un-
der such circumstances.
The other night l went
Over to the ice house.
Frankly, 1 wanted to see
Ice manufactured
Later l thought with
Longing, of the room where they
Stored that ice.
Particularly did 1 remember
(After / went to bed) that
Cold room
Every time
Woke up
In the night
Tossing about because of tn
Heat,
And perspiring with all my
Might and main,
In fancy was
Not
Under the sheet but was
Wandering through two degrees
nder freezipg-like the
Man took me through
Over there
Freezing! can you
Easily imagine that?
Foolish, isn't it?
Only last winter was honin'
For
The month of June,
The real moral of the foregoing is the one
round IN the capitals, though. / wasn't so any
ious to be educational as | was to gain time
and as matter Of fact / don't believe i've done
either We uoHe
APOLOGY.
Nom de nom, Eet ees so hot
Eat to write thees, can not
An my-how you say-"pep- paire"
He haf drift away from there
Ees eet that make you see?
Certainement, but yes, mails oui,
If this isn't enough-well. it's GOT to he
enough, because I've presentiment thai II ia
about all the subscribers would stand for.
And pointed and efficient last line?
Why not
20 Captain! my Captain, our fearful trim is
done"! ZIP N .s
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