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Show Every Person who Pays Account in Full at i Burns & Bird Co. Store By January 1 Is entitled to receive a most useful household house-hold article--the Fulton Ful-ton Kitchen Reel or clothes line. Let's Start the Year Off Without Owing a Bill This is National Preparedness W hira a full line of Dr. LeGears Stock and Poultry Remedies CALL FOR FREE TRIAL PACKAGE OF STOCK or POULTRY POUL-TRY POWDERS. Milford Leather Goods Co. EPIGRHYMES: P Pa t4 A PENNY rolled across the fcu floor ; Abe Lincoln's bo, .est face it bore, and, just above, "In God V"e Trust," seen dim- Jy through, a coat of rust. And t'ii?n. the brave word "Liberty," he won FOR meu fca '-Jrnnd Tragedy ! This poany p:j pta rusty, must have lain for- ftsi gott but it's found a.':iin ! y4 m VOL'S trust is There, auJ so Ijj is iiuae; it is not emit to y ( i sav ; "Diviue tlx- uiotivo for tins hoiy war brought on by i"1 tyrants we abher." And not forgot is freedom's peace; awake, cur land shall never tES cease to champion a cause Dai Hints ,;ust from "Liberty," ya to rub the rust. Friend, ! ;ouder weil what you can do, te and if, like Swift, they ask kj lr of you thj nature of your te THOUGHTS, just say: "How best to serve my flag, today !" la Robert Russell. fea "A penny tor your thoughts." 4 liTtf , fc- to, k, t fca fe.- trj F, 'IlII yy ri t. f3" r-a F- ra f--s v (Oet-yright. 1017. by lnt'1 Pre.-ts lluretu.) j EPIGRHYMES: g "Militat omuls amans," is a- K some words I seen today when 9 g I come In from throwin' down j 5 a few forkfuls o' hay. My i g boy, he's left his college, g an' he brung his Ovid book . -i g all foreign stuff at which I g g took a surreptitious look. -j K Them words don't mean' a thing S to me but EVERY little while, -i g the boy sets, quiet, thinkin', S on his face the soft o' smile -i K a strong young LOVER has when g he IS dreamin' o' his life with ! K her, alone, his sweetheart still, !x $ but now his sweetheart-wife ! ;S S At' so I asked the lad about & $ them words I tole you of ; he B smiled A bit, an' then he spoke ; -g j 'twas somethin' 'bout a Love, r S embracin' Country, Home, an' g gal the only kind, says he, S fi that's worth the name ; that wars g r can't kjU! ; that lives eternally. 2 8 "An' that's the sort o' love, ol' -g K Dad," he says, "I wants to give $ ? My Flag, My Home, My 'Sweet- ? E heart -p g that's the Love I wants to live I v 'Twill be so easy, Dad, to Fight S to do jest all I can, a-knowin' g S here at home she waits an' jf - loves g A her SOLDIER Man!" g g Robert Russell. g A "Every lover Is a soldier!" Ovid, a (Copyright, 1917, by Int'l Press Bureau.) jjj: EPIGRHYMES: - (. That thar white farmhouse r you kin see, Jest peekln' ; . through the trees, is HOME ! to me an' all my kids our I- castle, If ye please. An' I- IN that home ONE happy bunch J will FORM a group, tonight, r- j! the same as what we alius ! does; perhaps, whilst there X is light, the lads '11 play I'. at soldlerln', OR, with the j! settln' sun, they'll make me t- 5 tell ANOTHER tale a tale jj; I. o' Sixty-One. An' whilst them t- Y boys IS hearin' o' THE GREAT ; f ol' Heroes, dead, the gals. x-ji; x-ji; will both be busy puttln' ' baby Joe to bed. No matter x- j! what they're doln' it's the , ; OBJECT OF 'em all to sorta j! see the sun o' LIFE, an' make I'. 5 their troubles small. An' x- then, a-twinklin' in our sky j! there glows the mother-star She's bin the light, 'most all t'- our lives, that's made us ji; X what we are. So that's the sort j! o' home I got the sort Tim I'. Tltcomb knew; But, God! I've Si got to Fight, to keep, It! I'. Brother, wouldn't you? Robert Russell. x j "Home in on form or another Is l j. the great object of life." z. X- ! (Copyright. 1917, by Int'l Press BureaM 1 EPIGRHYMES: I jj; ; E. I guess that I'm a dreamer, i '. j; for 'most everything I see j; r. or hear brings out a discord t- '; or a solemn symphony. BUT jj NE'ER did dreams accomplish i jj; much unless they bore a deed; we'd never know the perfume ? Of THE ROSE, WITHOUT the J seed. r i! This, then, is my apology a dreamer's vice, self-known s I', for my weird vision of THE 3! j; war against one fo; alone: g i- That single enemy stands clad cj. jj; in armor of the past; his j ! black flag of oppression bangs S jj; blood-spotted from the mast. j? We lay away the rose of Peace, I', unmindful of the pain caused jj ' by the flower's THORN of war 1 S 'till it shall bloom again. 2 ; What Herrick wrote is true, j ! j! of course, but this last war . i jj; will show that on this Land of j' ; if Ours we'll make e'en thornless j! f roses grow ! So, may we all ' jj ; be parents of some dream-deed, x j J; and release our brains, our j; j x money, sword and pen against 1 1 l that Foe of Pence. j; Robert Russell. J; "But ne'er the rose without the l ,. thorn." ,.. (OopjrHht, 1917, br lnt'l I'm Bomo.) |