The Rock Island Argus and daily union. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1920-1923, 1922-05-22
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BILL CARE.
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WILL. the class in col-conducting please
come to attention? We have little headline
tclipped, by the way, by our mother) from the
Macomb Qll.) Daily Journal. proper comment
on which requires (as Max Beerbohm said "a
far less brilliant pen" than ours. Here us:
Cuts Feet OF wife's to Keep Her Home"
NOV. IF YOU MUST. THIS OLD GRAY
HEAD BUT SPARE OUR MUSTACHE,
SIR" WE SAID.
Dear Mac: Linda Lee Ink, continues to hoio
our interest In the last installment the dane
ers are described as charging short distances
az hearlong speed" and in the thrilling ina
paragraph it says that Lucinda saw strlk-
irgly pretty young woman. stunningly under
dressed sprawling at her feet ana at a yaru
distance a man in similar plight
Are we to understand that the young man
but what may one expect? What with these
new speeds, such as the "hearlong and all
and all
But. seriousness aside, Mac, here is splen-
did comeback for you when they kid you about
your mustache,-not that there is any connec-
ticn between it and speed; at any rate inc
pun intendedD, an editorial in Golfers advises
US TO
pity the man who has never known
the Joy of growing something besides mus
tache. No peas ever taste SO sweet, no mus
er-tomatoes ever are so red land we might
aGd that no mustaches ever are so dear to us]
as the ones grow.
What if the crop on your upper lip fails;
is it that you cannot be consoied by the Thought
of course, you have nurtured the onions hall
tenderly.
Who, m'sieu shall say that they are not as
Interesting as the mustache in its native
haunts Vraiment, Gilead has not then gone
out of the balm Tor it onion) business.
Whittier is gone the beloved decoration on
my upper lip-oh, thou fairest of mustach1os
whittier hast thou turned aside? My hair is
as flock of goats that appear fpm Gilead
ESQ it WAS goats, then, instead of onionsl-
but my mustache, what is it? Grass. Too
long to look well, and not short enough to NOV.
LIE MOQUEUR.
OUR call for more contribs, followed by
Mark Heilmann and the Young Ruffian taking
most of the colyum space for two consecutive
days, has given a surplus of contributions.
Frinstance we have another one from lie Moo
and we're going to run it today if we don't
get chance to say another word
FOUR ESSAYS.
Z ". OF Things Transitory and Eternal
Woman.
There are those things which are uncertain.
OF which man may know only that their proGa-
Uses are worthless
Art friendship, love.
l have learned them and their receptions.
There is that which is sure,
Upon which man may place his utmost re-
lance
Work.
know the unending round of petty activity
That by multiplying cares
Diminishes the Importance of each one.
have known the joy of the artist
AS the keys of the organ, obedient beneath my
fingers,
Have loosed the thunders of a Bach fugue;
And l have known the bitterness of the artist
At the knowledge that 1 shared my art with
one unworthy.
have known the joy of friendship
In the confidential communion of similar
spirits;
And l have known tie bitterness of friendship
disregarded.
have known the joy of womanhood
Lying in the arms of whom l have recog-
nized my master,
Responsive to his caresses:
And l have known a womans bitterness
In the realization that my love has gone
To one whose it should not be,
And that my love is not mine to recall.
would sing song in praise of work.
RED.