I went home feeling wonderful, my
bosom full of peace; “My course of
life is blunderful,” I muttered to my
niece; "that sermon, great yet terrible,
has shown me where I’m wrong, and
after this, dear Sarah Belle, I’ll help
the world along. I’ll help the sick
and penniless, who for refreshments
pant. I’ll give my roll, not any less,”
I whispered to my aunt. “I see I’ve
acted stingily,” I murmured to my
frau, “my record shows up dingily,
but I’ll do better now. That doctor
of divinity has made me see the light
and In my own vicinity I’ll try to
make things bright. I’ll be a good
Samaritan to every skate alive, and
if I cannot spare a ten, I’ll surely
dig up five.” I thought they would
applaud me then, my wife and aunt
and niece; they started in to prod me
then, and each one spoke her piece.
“Be just before you’re generous," the
ladies spoke as one; “supply with
extra tenner us, if you have that
much mon. We’re needing new
habiliments, we’re needing slippers
pink, our hats are merely filaments,
our shoes are on the blink. There
is a whole blamed country full of
hoboe? needing change; your talk of
being bountiful sounds rather sad and
strange. We’re out of coal bitumi
nous, we’re out of spuds and pies;
your project is not luminous, it isn’t
sane or wise.” And thus the poor are
wandering just as they were before,
while aunt and nice are squandering
my substance at the store. So noble
plans go glimmering before the facts
of life, while we buy garments shim
mering for aunt and niece and wife.
WALT MASON.
(Copyright. 1926.)
Jockey Is Killed.
CLEVELAND. September 13 (A 3 ).
