Show RHYMES OF THE DAY The halls of Congress now are shut Stilled Is I each chins harsh chime Tho Congressman IH resting but Ills frank works overtime Chicago Record o a Melancholy clnncholAack for frenzied China TIs sorrowful indeed To sec a fiowdry kingdom So completely run to seed Washington Star Tho Drop of Ink Again He poised drop of ink upon his pen What thoughts this drop may give tho world ho Bald Tho drop fell on his shirt front ah well Then I His oft thoughts a shed rolled out like hailstones Chicago u TimesHerald A RUB OF GREEN Upon tho grassy links one day With Mabel 1 wus playing playinG The caddie was too far away To hear what wo were saying f I gathered Band and made a tco When Ilrcd by Inspiration This ball should read my fate for me And then in trepidation This Mabel Is my heart said I See at your feet tis lying 1 She laughing raised her driver high And sent tho hal afiylng I lightly veiled my deep Intent To her It little mattered Thai In my heart shed made a dent And all my hopes wero shattered Now oft when lie ball I slart To pluco It In position Demure sho asks Is that your heart In evident contrition I shake my head now wiser grown For though I cant help seeing colnE She likes to piny with hearts I own I lack tho wind for teeing George Gilbert a Crawford In Lre WHAT DOES THE WORLD THINK Ho blocked tho crossing with his team And then sat walling there A hundred people had to slop He grinned d and didnt care I looked up at his brutal face And thought things of him ho Dollanlly still hold his place Glanced fnrtn the cart at meld me-ld yawned and didnt care Another who was forced to stay With those who lingered 1 there Said what I thought tho churl upon Tho cart began to care lie left his team anti yelled for gore He trembled In his wrath And around and fumed and Anl ran sworo And wrecked things 1 In his path A word had made him care Wo do things dally thai wo know The world knows aro unfair But If the world says nothing ah AVo smile and never care Tho soled thought may bring us woo Or till our hearts with Ieo Tho thought that Isn t uttered though Wo guess and carelessly Pass on and never careS care-S E Klscr Chicago a w TimesHerald PEOPLE TO PITY There are People to pity wherever wo look Tho rich as well as tho poor For sorrow stays not In tho laborers cot She visits both laird and boor But the people I pity moat 1 In life Are the poor little nerveless Hauls Unit finished at birth and sent Into earth Unfit to be fighting for goals oho are thirdrate clerks with no chance for a rise And 1 they got all they earn no doubt They arc lacking In will nnd tread tho same mill Through the long years In nnd out They Ire wanting In character force and brain Mere parts of a great concern But theo hearts that can ache and si lently break While tho wheels of the treadmill turn Or they stand on the corner with trllloa to sell That nobody stops to buy And lhy gnxo on the mass of people who pass AVlth a weary and listless eye They call out their wares In a hopeless lone Dusters nnd brushes nnd strings And their look seems to oay as you glance thut way I know > cu dont want thcso things And the women without either beauty or bruin Or charm bul with hearts of gold Oh I pity thorn ao as I HCO them go I I Down pathways lonely and cold And I cannot help thinking thoro must be a realm I Where things will bo evened a bit And the play rehearsed hero with a new cast will appear And these poor souls may yet make a hit Boston Ella Wheeler WIlcox In Brown Book of I I |