The Rock Island Argus and daily union. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1920-1923, 1922-02-11
ADE SENECTUTE..

IFrom Rigs Pillar, Chicago Postl
Ito G. B. P)
When was just little chap in tiny pants and
And father lugged me off to bed. and mother
blew my nose.
well remember how 1 asked my Oldest brother
Tim
How long he thought "twould be before I'D be
as old as him;
And how when he said, "Oh, ten years. gave
a fearful gasp,
For decades then, like aeons now, were quite
beyond my grasp.
When l ha come to puberty, long breeks, and
pointed shoes,
And nursed a fractions pompadour, and wooed
the erotic muse,
asked my father casually how old he was
day.
I'm hardly forty, son." he said "and not a
trace of gray"
But I could only shake my head and mutter,
Holy Smoke
didn't think that my old dad such a
doddering bloke."
Another ten years. full but long, went sailing
past my head;
I'd been to school. in love, at work, heard
Times stealthy tread
Ny Grandsire then had come to be some sew
enty and odd,
A bright-eyed active gentleman, who some
times said. by Cod"
know 1 used to marvel much at finding him
so keen,
For he talked if he were a lad just going on
When l was thirty-hve or more, had felt life's
tolls a little
And rather liked once in a while to les set
still an whittle,"
took my family East one spring to visit
Great-aunt Jane,
The oldest centenarian in all the State of
Maine.
1t goes without the saying, Sir, that L was
flabbergasted
To find my Aunt lively dame, and not dried
up or blasted
For there she sat- sweet pretty, smiling. puff
lng on her brier,
AS shy as any maid I've seen-perhaps tri1e
shyer.
No vivid ''vamp" or ford f1apper, but fresh
a newbaked cracker,
She dumped her pipe and asked, Nephew, hev
ye got some good terbacker7"
My views on age we're altered quite by dear
old Great-aHnt Jane,
The youngest centenarian in all the State Of
Maine.
Since now though am fifty-two, and sixty-two
tomorrow,
And seventy-two on Sunday next say it
without sorrow-
And eightytwo right after tha4-so little length
know that age is relative, shield of hopes
and fears
That gilded is on the hitler side and silvered
And that to settle which is which all days are
sdles n0n.o
i We Seeh Iue dII Vi growing OLD so well
eXemplifed
In these good ancestors OF mine, that I can
scarce abide
The croaks, the bowls, the whines of those who
think it was a crime
For Yahveh, Zeus, or who it was to have in
vented TIME;
Why, Sir. when I stand near him boldly and
neither cringe writhe,
He lets ME stroke his withered cheek and even
feel his scythel p s. w
WE trust that Rig was as grateful for P
s. VS. long poem are. To the harried
and hurried colyumist nothing is so welcome
as a worth while contribution which OCCUPIES
the major portion of his colyum
A YoUNGsTER, IL years old, calls attention
to an Argus headline which read: "11o Japs
Slain By Avalanche. He wants to know if
an avalanche properly can be said to .sIay"
anything. No, son, it can't. Go to the head of
the class. But headlines may take SOME lib
critics with good English, else the headline
writer soon would go to the forget house
SITUATION in Ulster Alarming-Con
stable Killed in Ambush-Kidnaped Men Not
Yet Released"
Well, we never lost faith in Ireland for a
moment.
We knew she'd get back to normally
b E MIG.