The Rock Island Argus and daily union. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1920-1923, 1922-07-26

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IRON The AfgaAl
He had been II the hospital four
years and according 70 reports haA
threatened to take his life several times.
WE are tickled pink BY the receipt 1t noti-
fcation that We have been nominated Tor mem
bership in The Order Of BookfallowA We look
forward to . meeting with that sweet singer.
Laara Blackburn, who u prominent member
Of the order.
But there is one ny in our ointmsnt Tho
declaration of allegiance which w are asked
to sign in our petition for membership ID toll
lowed by this line In boldface upe: "CThis
declaration should be accompanied BY geuu-
inc one dollar bill)" DahSuhit! do you sup
pose they're afrad we're countsffeater!
rHR OLD HoR Town.
took a trip the other day
Out where the sky is blue.
Out where there's plenty Of good fresh air
And nothin' much to do;
Where the cricket keeps on a-GgntnE
The whole doggone night through
Back in the old home town.
I wanted to see the rickety chaise
That the school-master used to drive.
Hear him ring the bell, then wait and scoid
The last ones to arrive.
Oh YES, and the good old svimmin' hole
That was deep enough for , dive.
Back In the old home Town.
I longed for the smell Of the barnyard
And the kitchen too at noon.
wanted to hitch the old mare and drive
With gal meath the harvest moon,
And hear my dad shout John, get up.
Chat used to come much too sOon.)
Back In the old home town.
So back went where was born,
Some forty years ago
Back to the fields of wheat and corn,
In the land Of the rake and hoe.
I wanted to have holiday
! With the folks used to know,
| Back in the old home town.
looked for the ehaise 1t the Nschool-house
door,
| And there stood Fond, by jing.
A button beneath the teachers desk
| Now makes the school-bell ring.
And the Country Club uses the svimmin' hole
For q hazard or some such thing,
Back in the old home town.
The barnyard has an odor still
| That pervades the air serene,
And masks the Kitchens meal time smells.
It's the odor Of gasoline.
And even the lowing of the kline
| Is drowned out by the threshing machine
Back in the old home town.
| So hied me back to the city again,
All, no, could not stay.
For it wasn't the town that had left
suppose when next pay
A visit to Frank he'll be turning crank
As he lies in bed all day
Back in the old home town.
Or perchance he may have board set up
With buttons arranged in q row.
And sit there a-pushing them once in Will,
To make his machinery go,
And wait half asleep for the time to reap
The crops his automata SOW,
Back in the old home town.
| W. MINSTREL