The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1924-02-22

SONNET
BY GEE SEE

appeal;
To see the sun CLINT on bird in
flight;
Or know the blessed calm of life's
release
For one brief instant of the spir-
it's birth
To the warmth of soul and the
light of peace
In sweet detachment from the
things of earth.
You'll never know how yearning
throbs in vain
To voice these flights of beauty
in my songs.
But you have sealed my lips with
silent pain
Like twilight hush on chimes of
muted gongs.
-#&&#s
If there's anything we love, it is
the snow; and the farther away it
is the more we love it!
#44fs+
The snow, the snow,
The beautiful snow
You fill our life
With grief and woei
t*#sss
Exercise is one thing, and shovel
ing snow is another. We prefer to
take that sort of exercise in a warm,
up-to-date theatre where we can
watch the news reel of some other
simp doing it!
4s*8s*
Tho snow may help the rubber mill
We hope they will have their fill
OF shoveling snow and slushy swill
In spite for our galoshes bill
*%s&~S
He'll has no horrors for us when
blizzard like that of last Tuesday
sweeps down upon us.
~&&*&*
Did you hear the story of the
Southern negro who wanted to go
North where he believed his race
was better treated?
Well, he quit his job in the swell
tering cotton fields in the late sum
mer and used his last cent to buy
u ticket to Chicago. He got off the
train in the midst of the first biz
card of the fall. He was wearing
his thin, summer clothes, and in a
short while cop picked him up
from snow drift, frozen stiff. He
sent him to the morgue, and as he
had no money or Identification pa
pers on him, it was decided to ere
mate him.
The body was sent to the city
erematory and showed into the great
steel chamber over the furnaces.
When the keeper opened the door
for the next load, the negro was
thawed out and sitting with his
knees drawn up under his chin. At
the opening of the door he called
out angrily, "Who dat open de door
an let de draf' blow on me -
%A&%<s
If snow is the emblem of purity
Then we'd rather be sinfully warm
In the blazing sun of summer
Than be pure in an arctic storm!
s$ss*s
AT least the Puritanieal reform
fanatics ought to be feryently
thankful for snow. Certainly there
can't be many automobile "petting
parties" in the midst of hlix-
zardl
A New York actress, has hyster-
ieally informed the police that rob
hers had bound and gagged her
with silk stockings. Tut. tut She
isn't the first woman who has been
shut up" with silk stockings.
s$%$&%
Which reminds us that ban has
been placed on black stockings by
Paris fashions. II is claimed that
they don't lock we'll with the gay
eolors that are deereed for fashions
next season. But we had always
heard that good stockings were not
told by the color. but BY the feel.
ssssss
VALUES EMBRACES AT $50.
A Pottsyille, Pa. man sued his old
sweetheart for $50 worth of gifts
he had presented to her when they
We're on good terms. He won. Then
she had him arrested for having
forced her to embrace him at the
point of a pistol. Was it the en-
braces she resented. or the pistol.
or the less Of the Ssog
s.*sss
Some people have all the luck,
Mr., King gives Anti Saloon Legger
Anderson $4,000; Mr.. Sinclair gives
Gilbert Fab 100000, and Mr.. Do
heny gives Counsellor MeAdiea
SlS0,00e. But we can't even collect
a dollar year from some Of our
subscribers.
&sssss
Raa, haa. black sheep.
Have YOU any oils
Yes sir, yes sir.
When the teapot hoilS.
One pot for Sinclair.
One pct for Fall.
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