Much hope of the future depends on
whether Briand and Stresemann can
assert themselves each as a leader of
opinion in his own country.
SHOOTING STARS.
BY PHILANDER JOHNSON.
Treasure Seekers.
A bee met a potato bloom
And said, “Well soon see wintry
gloom;
How sad it is when north winds roar!
Os honey you won’t have a store.”
Quoth the potato bloom, “Nay, nay!
Sun from the sky I take each day;
The nuggets buried ’neath the mold.
One day may have much worth in
gold.”
So, all are striving, as best they can,
Each pursuing his special plan;
Seeking the treasure that must draw
nigh.
Though first as far as the distant sky.
Flaying Safe.
“Why have you taken this sudden
interest in Chinese politics?”
“The ordinary line of political talk
is becoming more and more danger
ous to a man in my position. I’m plan
ning to take up a line of discussion
which so few people know anything
about that my remarks will not be
likely to give offense.”
Rebellious Nature.
Man once designed a world of peace.
Where everything but joy must cease.
And every mortal find his use—
Just then a hurricane broke loose!
Hi Ho, the sage of Chinatown, says
a quarrelsome man is like a barking
dog who robs himself of sleep for the
fun of disturbing others.
Jud Tunkins says he hopes they’ll
get the Senate rules in shape so that
everybody with real talent in that line
can concentrate on traffic regulations.
Still Courageous.
“Before we were married you said
you would risk your life for my sake,”
said she.
"Well, don’t I? Don’t I go down
town and come back every day in a
flivver?”
The Oyster.
