The Cotton Factory Times. — 1919-09-05 (Manchester, Greater Manchester, England)

MACCLESFIELD. OuttN.---The einplojes of Messrs. 1). Whitfield mid C.. Ltd., had an enjoyable drive 1, motor ehars•a-bane on Saturday last to Buxton. At Bakewell luneh was partaken on. 'file TOIIIO I then through lovely scenery to Chatsworth, he the ground, were visited, anti it on to Bad(Ion Ball. 'fen was rartaken of at Buxton, and 3lae• I clestield was reached at about 9-30 p.m., after • ' frlo°,rni`",,L.`4l::';'"at::f•i:Tit,•;:il i,.1;„r",•r:".1.r.r.zr,1 I Mills also had a chars-A.lra. outing on Sunday to Ashbourne, when a most eisjonble klav was went.  Cheer up! The stings and arrows of outrageous fortune have done a lot of puncturing us o' but we're not dead yet. Ent away! Oh, we're all alive and kicking. And we'io eager far the fun; Th h w ouge've borne a lot of pricking 13. y our warring brother Hun. Want, been entitled with concocters, We have shivvered in a sweat; We've been doped by many doctors, But we're not dead yet. Happy It., hen long been locked up; We have nearly drooped in dread; And our tors we've nearly cocked up, Va lital the world has lant its head. Cutting cant has tried to carve us; Oh, the terrors we have inet. Profiteers have tried to starve us, But we're not dead yet. So rally round, broth°, and let us help each other. Let nun taking Way Sb., harmless and our giving ways become more nomeroas and iefs nebulous. Brotherhood is a glorious thing. It is life! So remember that when than smitest thy brother to death than art committing suicide. And would'st thou cut alt they right hand to spite thy Lei us stag slow told soip crySome folks are always  Bogi. ,hl.ll they  Let tts not magnify the tionr of the devil within us, but rather let us muzzle him si ith reason. Like the rest of us. his britostonie majesty will have a littie bit of his cc way rit times. When we're out for a romp or 000001, That is not over-good or sublime; We are prone to make Inls with the devil, Man is fond of • h lof a time. We are all of u. fond of eujoyment, We are thrilled with a doubtful delight:  d flight,  - We pay Min his wages in dolea: For even old Nick mu, he working, Or how can he psy for hie C 01115.: Some treat the old man as a brother. Ile's loved by the rogue and the liar; motto is •` lielp one another," And prithee eup to the fire." Then why shoul eMn d we shackle or bind him? The devil goes free, as a ride: When striking a bargain we find him A very iionvenient tool. From paths that are narrow he'll turn us; Oh, why don't we put him to pot': Let's banish the brute ere he burn us, His antes are growing 110 hot. We're ieir of his nauseous emit), He's bashed us about till we'ri It's time he went home to lio h. let's give the devil hi  i'n't bral - but stay, Crape n lyette! to barb We'll finnl him a berth t  Take a wat y behind the :al cornea to tea. about UR. ftl  ;tl"e4l -wett-t lama, .nt a little bit off  things miiTht vile rogue in hie slgings Profiteer proff? Who'd put Labour? who'd filrii all the sw who'd teach us to swindle o  RumlN-,.`- N01,,' .TioNS k. ~ 1 '. : - ' - • r''' Ali .  _,sin -..- ~,, • .5, ,-,,,:5.:,,. . - . ..,,,, i. tr. ~,,,,,:ii?„___„..r., .„, ,• • ,