New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1922-05-13
The Tower
EXALTATION


Dark pine to oak, and oak to rolling
plain
With checkcred fields? And did a
river shine
And twist through clustered trees to
shine again?
Did little clouds go trailing past like
Across summer sky of turquoise
deep?
Did earth's proud Kingdoms, lying far
below,
Have small white houses sitting by
road,
And meadows where the haystacks
stood arrow?
Did bridges answer to a wagons
load
With dreamy thunder? Did the west
wind blowing
Bring faint from far away a ROSTERS
Growing?
On either hand did smoke blue ranges
spread.
Enormous surges, halted in their
sweep?
And did you see the sunset crown each
head
And from their feet watch tides of
twilight creep
Across the valleys, bidding all things
hush
To hear the benediction of the thrush {?
If this were so. when on the height
you stood,
If hills and fields and sunlight are
unchanged;
If organ music sounded from the wood
Where through the leaves the wind
Of sunset ranged;
kneel before you, who, with bitter
mirth,
Could scorn the tenn pter's offer of the
earth.
The Kaiser no1o spends most of his
time reading theological soorhs. Pos
s'bly he is contemplating q suit against
Gott for breach of contract.
After all this talk from
Genoa about German and Russian
finances" says Uncle Abimelech b.
gardus, of Preakness, N. j., "Zeke On
derdonk sez he's willin' to pay the S75
feed bill he owes Cal Doremus if Cal
will lend him $685."
MAY LYRIC
Silently, one by ono. In tho infinite
purlieMs Of Broadwag,
Blossomed the new strap hats, tho for
get-re-nots of tho Sun God.
E. A. G.
There seems to be something almost
vindictive in the way the rain is hold
ing off until the felt hats of winter
have been discarded.
We suppose that the people who are
now offering their flats and houses for
rent during the summer months were
among those who howled all last win
ter at the rapacity Of landlords.
POEM TO MOTHER
Nerer put off till tomorrow
Whot you can do for your mother
to-day;
There may be no tomorrow for |,e,---
She mag haze passed nwnU.
Glue her pleasure now ard then;
Some little avish that she man craze
Viii be better than all tho flowers vou'N
bug
To plant upon her grave.
Then tohem she at last has gone
To her eternal rest;
Hoso glad you'll be, il yow on, say
"F'or mother did my best"
JOSEPH L. BURTON.
"Messrs. General Motors (Limited)
announce price reductions" proclaims
the Chesterfeldian London "Morninc
Post" No such action, so far as we
know, has been taken by Seniors Mex
lean Petroleum, but while searching
FOR such intelligence we gathered that
bonds of Japanese Government San and
Messieurs City of Bordeaux continued
strong.
While on the general subject Of
courtesy, Alden informs us that Mr.. J.
Cuslt ol,Uays throws his
cigarette o.coy before talking to
tyonsd,, over the telephone.
Confessions Of Customer
Tells his friends to watch for his
first contribution to The Tower. Pre-
sented with The Order Of the Grand
Razzbcrry on two consecutive days by
the same friends. Discovers that It
takes time for genius to be recognized.
Buys ten copies Of his favorite paper.
Finds that life is worth living after
all. LOUIS.
Some day, we suppose, if we con-
tinue upright, honest and virtuous, we
will get the Perfect Job. For years.
when we worked at night, we always
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