Evening star., 1941-04-25
The Connina
Tower
Sisyphus Takes Up Golf.

Sisyphus Takes Up Golf.
Alone, alone, ALL all alone,
Alone in sand-trap deep,
The ghostly golfer starts to moan
And likewise starts to weep.
Il should have recognized the grin
That on his visage shone
When Pluto let me purge my sin
With club instead of stone.
The stone that I was wont TO roll
Along this steep incline
Neer took from shattered nerves
such toll
AS this new game of mine.
1--WE tried these many hundred
years
To hit it DER the top:
I've sand in nostrils, eyes and ears,
And still I hack and chop.
My arm is straight, my head is set,
! f1ercely eye the ball;
follow all the rules and yet
The ball moves not at all"
He brought the club down with
bang,
And up the pellet sped,
And circled like boomerang,
And hit him on the head.
He dropped his club, cursed loud
and long,
His walls were sad to hear;
But Pluto raised his forked prong
And stuck it in his rear.
The ghostly golfer rose once more
With niblick clenched in hand,
His mind bereft of golfng lore,
His eyes fixed on the sand;
He swung the club around his back
Gn style unorthodox)
AS though there we're tree TO hack,
Or he were splitting rocks.
He brought the bludgeon down
again,
Not caring where it hit;
He ploughed the sand with might
and main,
Then fell as in fit.
A savage roar shook Pluto's cave.
Like fiercest thunder-clap
And we'll might Hades' master
The ball had cleared the trap!
WILLIAM MACY.
| Next Wednesday the last issue Of
the Boston Evening Transcript will
! be published. Until a few years
ago the Transcript was great, con-
! servative, highly literary and liter
! ate newspaper. Nothing in our time
for greatness and literateness is
/ comparable to the Transcript ex-
cept the New York Evening Post
of 25 or 80 years ago. though the
Evening Post was as liberal as the
Transcript was conservative. AL
/ though in its last year or two the
Transcript, in what probably was
desperate attempt to be modern,
seemed to us like an old lady who
had her face lifted and tried TO
. ll6QucIlG IISlI CIUDS lIldL Sllt us
liked. the end is more pathetically
tragic on that account. especially
as something more than 200 en-
/ ployes will be jobless, and not many
of them can be absorbed by other
Boston papers.
AS We often have contended. It
is the by-products of research that
amount 10 something Columbus
was looking for India when he de-
cided to make October II a men,
orable day. And We were look
ing up something in the telephone
directory when we stumbled upon
Society of the Bible in the Hands
of Its Creators and Society Of
Second War With Great Britain.
We can but guess that the first is
banded to prevent abbreviations or
alterations in the Bible: and the
second may be great-grandsons of
veterans of the War of 1872.
This department is not opposed
to young men or women who are
majoring in English. studying jour-
naliSm, or writing these for doc
torates. But it has not the time,
the inclination. or the ability to
investigate facts or TO write BIZ
ographies or histories One thing
that these knowledge -questers have
not learned is that those who want
replies ought to inclose self
addressed stamped envelope.
We had deep affection for
Charles Edward Russell, for whom
we voted twice when he ran on the
Socialist ticket for the New York
governorship. Also, he was the first
editor who refused to give us a job.
Song for 1912: Exempt me, Henry,
eight to the bar.
Well, We have been reading some
of the speeches made at the Amerl-
can Newspaper Publishers AsSoci-
alton Convention, and most of them
have been to the effect that we are
a great lot, that the defense job IS
up to us, and that we must be free.
This department is free enough TO
say that most of the speeches mean
little. Mr.. Paul McNutt said on
Tuesday, 1T is you, with your TECH
nique of news dissemination and
your techniques of advertising upon
whom America must rely to move
fast enough to finish the job" The
Coming Tower has neither of the
techniques cited by Mr.. McNutt, but
we have the technique of conden-
sation, not to add a desire to help
Mr.. McNutt.
| Move fast, America.
|
Somebody with love for statis-