The Rock Island Argus and daily union., 1922-04-28
And The Wayfarer Looked at His Raiment
Saying: Solomon in ALI His Glory Was
Not ArrRyed Like Me-"

Sir: Behold, the springtime cometh; the
Sun waXeth Hot; the Young Mans fancy turn
eth to Love; the Coal Dealer craWleth into his
hole and draggeth the Filthy Lucre that once
was ours in after him.
HThe Woolens the Genus Homo greatly
and he taketh on garments of Pleasing Texture.
Then the Good Man of the House saith:
When it cometh to getting there, Eli. am that
Particular Hero; yea, l lead the Multitude.
And his Discarded Raiment layeth about
proIniscuously.
His assembled Wife seeth an abundance of
Discarded Garments on the floor of his Domicile
and with great Joy reckoneth: YEA bo this
for the Rag Bag which lieth over against the
far side of the Garage.
| But in the midst of the jubilee a Stranger
from Nowhere going to No Place accosteth her
saying l am Poor Orphan, with an aged
Father and Mother depending upon me for the
crumbs of Bread necessary to perpetuate their
Miserable Existence. 1 cannot get Work and
am Needy, as the Patches on my Raiment bear
witness. I fain would Eat even unto Cheese
and crackers.
Then the Good Wife searcheth diligently
and bringeth forth Pie and Cake in abundance:
likewise Other Articles too numerous to
mention.
! Casually she mentioneth the WoodpiIe, but
the Wayfarer hath Pains in his Loins like unto
Sciatlca, and he lamenteth; for truly he is
Woodsman of Great Note.
The Good Wife saith: It is the pleasant
House Cleaning Time; the Birds singeth; the
Bees hum like unto myriad voices at the Corner
Grocery cold day Take the Raiment and
may you be happy with it!
Great peace descendeth upon her anc
stralghtway she goeth to her Own House
Then the Wayfarer strippeth the clothes
Ene OF Sundry lmpedimenta by stealth and
also taketh Pair of Brogans which costeth
the Good Man seven plunks
=, And the Good Man wotteth it not but bIam-
ETH a Neighbors Goat.
Yea, he saith Vain Maledictions on Goats in
General. 0oA'S III
Then the wind kicketh up a HulIabaloo of
gre Grea1 Coioness, and in vain he searcheth for
Finally he appealeth to the Good Wife who
saith: If you would put things where they be-
long you could always find them. And again
he lamenteth his Careessness
Then he looketh in vain for the Rrogans
but saith nothing.
But in ignorance blameth his Carelessness
uh'o 'hlS oay' SOLOMON PIFFLE.
FROM Broom" we extract the foIIowi,a
sua"s from beneath the label, Golden Fox"
made by the deft hand of Edgar Lee Masters
Listen, children: 'e4 D.
:. After this, many visits to the den
She is now my pet fox can be stroked AT
will; al
Curls up on my breast to sIeep.
Her little cold nose stuck under nv chin
Smiling delicious breath; she's mine
AND says so-all yours, she says-no
anise bag.
Until when come to 60 she weeps-
An OF wnich may, or may not serve partly
te explain why Mrs. Masters sued Edgar for
divorce. " ."
All ny Myself, She Sang the Livelong Day.
lFrom the Worland CWyo) Grit
Mrs Harry NJ. Howell entertained the
Friday Kensington" Saturday night
March Is, by attending the first show
at the Elk theatre. returning to the Wor
land drug store where refreshments were
served in the balcony
A NEW YORK dispatch says another sus-
pected rum runner, the lighter Ideal. was taken
into custody by the marine police"
An apt designation. None has lighter ideals
than that constitution buster, the rum runner.
e. z. MIG