The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1922-11-14
BY BRYAN MACK

] am in receipt or a boX or SatSuma
oranges from my good friend George
| Huelsbeck, owner of the Cottage Hill
nursery, and in writing about the gift
he says these oranges are for the boys,
please eat the fruit at once The latter
part of the this message was complied
with literally, but not the first part-not
| by a long shot, to say nothing about six
or seven suffragettes that are in this
office. The way these girls turn into
boys when Mr.. Huelsbeck sends in
oranges is a caution.
The oranges are delicious-or rather
were-and if anyone wishes to know
where superior Satsumas come from they
will be directed to Cottage Hill.
There is a story about this box of
oranges. When Chipley Jones went to
the Molina fair to report the happenings
for The Journal he hung around the Cat
tage Hill exhibit with such an orange
hungry look on his face that George
Huelsbeck concluded that all of The
Journal boys must be hungry, so just as
soon as the Mclino fair ended he sent
one of the boxes to The Journal. I am
wondering if Chipley were to hang around
some financial institution whether the
cashier would send me over basket fill
ed with twenty dollar bills, which shows
just what freakish condition cne's mind
may get in along about midnight.
Frequently I have suggestions that are
meant to improve the contents Of this
column, which I admit, even to myself,
might be improved in few respects. but
have only been given advice. Now ad-
vice is one thing that few of US will ac-
cept, and personally L am an advice giver
and not a taker, but when from out of
an unexpected source a good friend, or
enemy, offers to contribute more than
advice will jump at the opportunity. One
c. A. Canady feels like need help, and
here is what he sends in:
A REVELATION
glance fair pages from afar,
Noting champs of oppression and greed
debarred.
House fairly balanced, with far seeing
sears,
Men of action, worthy blood of peers,
To fight our fight, put out stand pats,
Placing progressive repubs and loyal
democrat.
An omen and sooth fulfilled.
Hot water bottles needed to revive the
chilled.
Hands to heaven, thus they pray:
"Omnipotent One, if prayers can yet
have place;
If thou abherr'st not the stand pat race;
If any spark of pity still remain;
If thou art God, and not invoked in vain;
Yet spare the relics of our stand pat
train!
From these flames our corpse set free,
Nor vent thy fury alone on me,
These devoted heads we'll surely change,
And all our politics rearrange."
My souls Of the newborn day,
Where vice and greed shall have less
sway.
Vouch't is, our horizons bright and clear,
Meier brighter stars than now appear.
For one score years Of prosperity parade
From angleful charts and cycles of trade
My heart fIutters and most stands stilI,
AS the vision leaps forward and oppor-
tunities distiI1
New, men of my class, may stir and
abound,
Harvesting prosperity round and around
Der mountains. hills, valleys and seas.
Poaterityes real chance from Just thee
and me.
Glorious reflection! Since first I tried,
The monstrous stand pat and his fold
defied.
Thaught. no greater ills thereafter could
But must resume my courage and dismiss
my care.
That an hour would come, with pleasures
to relate
My sorrows past, as benefits of fate"
Down at Moore Haven, a town in the
Everglades, they are in the throes of two
bank failures Snd general hard times.
Crops have been DESTROYED bv unnrace-
denied rains and all industry is tannor-
arily paralyzed. Pensacolians know Az
actly what this means, fer in the NOT
too distant past this city suffered from
a similar condition. In Moore Haven thav
have organized a Relief Committee which
is asking for loans of from $500 IN in