The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1923-04-20
SMILIN THRU
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And Truth is crowned with thorns!
What if the libertines do jeer
At my indignant growls!
What if the rattle-brains do sneer
At my "old-fashioned howlsw
| have tasted dead-sea ashes,
And | know their ghoulish blight!
have felt the scorching flashes
Of sex-hell's waspish spite!
And I've learned the bitter teaching
That has cleansed my soul of dross;
! have seen white bones a1bleaching
On the highway Of the Cross!
I've an ideal! And I'll speak it
Till my last-drawn, feeble breath
I've a vision! And I'll seek it
Till my eyes are II in death
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Sam Jones, Southern Evangelist of
| revered memory, was noted for his
fearless tongue. He called an ace, an
ace, and spade, an old dirty shovel. !
He once said from the pulpit, "If
you rub flint together, you get fire;
if you rub human flesh together, you
get hell-fire"
But in this age, if you are mod
ERNST, Whatever that means,) you
are supposed to consider morals as
"old-fashioned" and "crude"
ss+s+%
In fact, you'll be considered back
number if you don't slobber around
ON "necking" and "cuddling" parties
in indiscriminate sexual relationships.
It's absolutely fashionable" for
men to swap off their wives at part
les and the like "platonic,' indeed!
Oh my, yes!
It's perfectly stylish" for men to
kiss other mems wives, land vice ver-
SAL and still "platonic," if you
please!
And as for laundering into bed
rooms and bathrooms already occu-
pied by the opposite sex Well!
You are 'fbourgeoise" and "crnde" if
you find fault with it!
But in the end "IF YOU RUB
HUMAN FLESH TOGETHER, YOU
Ii GET HELL-FIRE!"
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OUR OWN FAMILY ALBUM
(Continuedl
There is one picture in our album
that Grandmother lived very much
1t is beautiful likeness of Aunt
Grace. have never seen the original,
and only knew her by the picture
Grandmother priced so highly ask
ed her one day to tell ME about her
Oracle seemed to be finer than the
rest of us" said Grandmother gently
eve had great hopes for her, and
expected her to marry well. But she
was that soft and tender that she
didn't seem to have any ambitions to
be rich or to marry well. She was a
dreamy sort Of child never pract-
ical at ALL
Then Grandmother appeared to for.
get my presence. Her eyes were like
limpid water rs she gazed at the pic
ture. The lines of her face softened
with memory | had to rouse her
to continue the story.
81 remember one thing" she con-
tinued. that afterwards made me un.
derstand her better but after it
was too late! She came running into
the house one day with tears stream
ing down her face. She was tenderly
clasping little crippled sparrow in
her hands. She begged me to "doct-
orr it. And while hound up the little
broken wing, she told me how one of
the boys had wounded it with a stone.
"'Oh Mummie" she sobbed, at
was SO cruel. 1t hadn't done a thing
to them And I forgot to be nice
little girl, Mummie, and / fought
themf"
Grandmother's lips trembled as she
continued, when she grew up she
became very beautiful, as you see by
the picture. All the boys were crazy
about her, but she didn't seem to care
for any of them until Alfred Burrell
came to town.
alfred was a poor boy, and an
orphan. But everybody liked him
he was that manly and fine. He had
been sailor since he was little boy
like you. He came here to work at
the foundry. Mr.. Miller, who owned
the foundry, found him on one of his
sea voyages, and liked him so well he
brought him home.
Mr.. Miller's son, John, was in love
with Oracle, and he became awfully
jealous of Alfred. l could see that
Oracle liked him, and she commenced
to treat John Miller so badly that her
father rebuked her for it.
FINALLY, your Grandfather told AL
fred he couldn't see Oracle any more.
Then on top of that John pursuaded
his father to discharge Alfred. Poor
boy! He tried to get another job in
town, but it's a small place, and ev.
eTybody was afraid to give him a
chance for fear Mr., Miller would be
angry with them. So Alfred had to
go away
Oracle slipped out and met him