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Show Miscellanv Rondel. By BASIL THOMPSON. At taper-time I like to roam, While other folks are snug at home, Beneath the heaven's starry dome. And often roaming thus I feel t'pon my lively sens'-s steal The presence of the Great Ideal. Because of this, it well may be, Wherefore I rather more than seo .. Life's meaning and Love's mystery At luper-tlmc. New Orleans, La. Superior to Grant's. President Wilson's quick recognition of tho tune when the band played "We Won't Come Back Till It's Over, Over There" is proof that l:!s musical attain- f ments are superior to those of General Grant, who used to say: "I recognize two tunes. One is 'Yankee Doodle,' and th other isn't." Boston Globe. When They Are Dead. (From "The Book of Lincoln" (Doran), an anthology, compiled by Mary Wright i Davis.) .When they are dead, we heap the laurels high 'Above them, where indifferent they lie; I We join their deeds to unaccustomed praise And crown with garlands of immortal bays Whom, living, wo but thought to crucify. As mountains seem less glorious, viewed too nigh, , So often do the great whom we decry Gigantic loom to our aetonished gaze, When they are dead. For, shamed by largeness, littlenesses die; And, partisan and narrow hates put by, We shrine our heroes for the future days, And to atone our Ignorant delays With fond and emulous devotion try, When they are dead! A Valuable Haul. "You say your jewels were stolen while the family were at dinner?" "No. no! This is a serious ttyeft, officer. offi-cer. Our dinner was stolen while we were putting on our jewels." Spokesman-Review. An Apt Pupil. The old sea captain was smokinff comfortably com-fortably by his friends when Jack, his sailor son. burst in upon hlni. "Weather too rough," explained the son. "so we've put in for the day." "Too rough!" exclaimed Mr. Tar, with visions of his own clays at sea. "W'hy, sir, I was once sailing around the Cape when a storm came on. and it blew down the mainmast and the mizzen-mast was swept away, but we didn't even think of puttinp: in." "Well, you see." exclaimed the son, "this storm was so bad that it blew the , 4j anchors off the captain's buttons, teoi j the paint oft the ship's bows, "!-. "Stop!" cried the old man. "Too me credit, Jack you do me credit' - ;, Tit-Bits. j , An Overplus. j "Ve lonped for a German republic, W v a Bolshevik Germany is more thia " i bargained for." The speaker was Senator 'vVal"!; .: "We are now In the position, w '.. went on, "of little Tommy, who pra t earnestly night after night for w : brother. Nothing seemed to come " -prayers, however, and Tommy In tut gave tho matter up. "Then one memorable morning tie ; led by a strange young woman Into ... mother's room, and there on the ta i, , a pair of red-faced, bawling twtrn. ! . " 'Mv goodness,' said Tommy, ra . .- scared voice, 'It's a good thing I W- praying when I did.' " J v |