The Waterbury Democrat., 1932-05-26

There's no place like home, You've heard this stuff galore. And there isn't any place like
 home,
 If you've never had one before. Sing hin of gladness. Sing a him" of cheer, For this him of Leap Year, Is a. him" the gals hold dear.
 o-O--0 An unusually beautiful poem comes to me from Josephine F'ilip- pone of S6 French street, Water. town. It's heart throb, especially inc entities it "The Unknown Sol dier Speaks to Gold Star Mother The poem follows: silently you come, and as silently ] Must sec your tears, must hear
 your sigh, Must feel the fragrance of the
 roses you bring Yellow roses, memories of c
 liappy spring, Sprlng-ycllOw rOses-lOng ago, And little boy who loved them A little lath with eyes of blue Gathering tho golden roses fof
 you. Spring-yclIow roses and a little
 boy Gathering roses with song oi
 joy, A child's sweet song of trees and
 flowers
 And meadows and brooks and
 sunlit hours, Hut that was all so long ago Before this sorrow came, this
 VOC, This racking pain that will not
 cease
 Till death shall bring you rest
 and peace, Spring-ycllOw rOscs--a soldier lad Before you stands in khaki clad. \ valiant lad with head held high And a brave proud look In his
 tear dimmcd eye, And somehow you knew as he rode
 away,
 That the light had gone from
 your world that day, And spring and the roses might
 fDmC in vnin Until your boy came back again. Another spring, the roses again Their heads bowed low in thc driving rain, isaln on the roses and rain In your
 heart,
 A cold bleak rain that seemed a
 part or the weary burden you had to
 bear,
 In memory of n lad who dicd---
 somewhere
 In Francc-aIOne-un Far from the roses, far from
 home. And many q spring has come since
 then,
 nuU tI1c TOSe3 IMvc U1OOuCtI
 again and again. Dear golden roses of memory Now that .yOu'vc brought them,
 1t seems to me That somewhere, somehow, long
 ago
 I was the lad who loved them
 SO, A singing lad. the lad yon knew, And I gathered the roses, dear mother for you.
 o--O--o People who live In grass hous- es want to look out for lawn now CTS.
 o--O--o Japan not only wants the open door in China but de- rnands that the door be re- moved in entirety.
 o--O--o A little song, "When the Brew of the Night, Leaves q Big Head for the day"
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 A pessimist says that laugh ter As a dimple on the check of sorrow. The optimist claims that sorrow Is only tear drop on the face of laughter.
 o-O-o Some of these radio stars who effect foreign tongue, probably paid some immigrant for the chance to acquire the twist.
 o--O--o DING. DING When flappcrs go out walking, Ere come the cventide, Of course they may be walking But they're looking for . ride.
 o--O--o Then there was the stocking salesman who met soxccss in . great big way. .p o---O--o
 It may be all right to hue nor the cook but think sea- soning the food the real solu. ton to the difficulty.
 o-O-o Crowds applaud prisoner as he goes to police station.--News item. Sort of "clapped" into jail. eh?
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 When child shivers before e whipping. it's merely the qualms before the storm. sf o--O--o This completes our regular evening program. It came to you over DBD, owned and operated by the Waterbury Demo- crat, pioneer in this type of news paper work. We arc signing off at this time, to be back on the air again to-norrcw evening ct the