Douglas daily dispatch., 1927-06-24
INVESTIGATION ON ST. PETERS
TROUBLES CAUGHT OVER RADIO

T. Will oOt-Illt1 nllGIl dIlu al d4
Sedatc,
When up to the top OF the golden
stair
A man and woman approaching
there
Applied for admission, they came
and stood, M
Before Saint Peter, Sc great and good
In hopes the City OF Peace to win,
And asked Saint Peter to let them
in.
The woman was tall, and lank and
With scraggy beardlet upon her
TIE man was short and thick and
stout
His stomach was built SO it rounded
out
His face was pleasant, and all the
while
He wore kindly and Penial smile.
The choir i'll the distance the echoes
woke,
And the man stood still while the
woman spoke.
oh tho', vino guards the gate, Ell
she, T
We two come hither beseeching thee
To let us enter the. heavenly land
And play our harps with the angel
band.
OF me, saint Peter, there is no doubt.
There's nothing from heaven to bar
me ont.
I've been to meeting three times a
week.
And almost always I'd rise and speak.
I've told the sinners about the day.
W.acn they'd repent OF their evil way.
I've told my neighbors, I've told
thelE all
About Adam and Eve and the
primal fall,
I've shown them their patch ct duty
clear,
Laid out tie plans Tor their full
career.
So, good Saint Peter, youn plainly
see,
'7he gate of heaven is open to me
But MY old man, I regret to say
Hain't walked in exactly the narrow
way,
He smokes and he swears and grave
faults he's got
And don't know whether he'll pass
or not. ID
He. never would pray with an earnest
vlln giflS ~ Sic p
Nor go to revival NOR Join IN a hymn,
So I had to leave him in sorrow
There, e5aE b.
While I, with the chosen, united IN
prayers1,,fi 3it34.t@ E,sst
lie ate what the pantry CHANGED to
afford,
While 1, N my purity, sang TO the
Lord.
And If oucumbers was all he got,
It's a chance if he merited them or
not,
But oh, Saint Peter, / love him so
To the pleasures of heaven please
let him go,
I've done enough-a saint I've been
Won't that atonc-can't you let him
in? :s
It's al marrow gospel by winch l
rray.
But the chosen expect to find some
way.
OF bIibing or coaying you,
So that their relations Gan amble
through.
And say, Saint Peter, it seems to nc
This gate amt kept as IL ought TO
be,
You ought TO stand ur in the entry
there,
And not sit down in that easy chair.
And says Saint Peter, my sight is
dim.
But ] don't like the way your whisk-
ers is Lrimmeol,
They're trimmed too wide, and oll;-
ward toss,
They'd look better marrow, cut
straight acrAss.
Well we must be going, our crowns
to win.
$50, open Saint peter, and ven pass
IN.
Saint Peter sat silent and stroked
his staff,
But, in spite CT his office, he lad to
laugh,
Then said. with a fiery CLEAN i'll
his eye,
who is running this gatcway-you
or /?
And then be arose in his stature
tall,
And pressed button against the
wall,
And said to the imp who answered
the bell,
Escort this lady round to he'll.
The man stood still as a piece OF
stone, ~
Stood silently, gloor1ily there alone,
A lifelong, settled idea he had
That his witc was gooo, and he was
bad.
He thought that il she went down
below.
Thai. he would certainly have to g,,,
That if she went to the region dim,
There wasn't q ghost OF a show for
him.
Slowly he turned. by habit bent
To follow the woman wherever She
went,
Saint Peter standing on duty there,
n Il