Show 4 c JG T HO ty THE M J V. V eIMO CO Along pathways Through Jungle growths pulling I tearing hacking the hacking the way I Over frozen wastes bitter white I a Over burning waste a a t e S sand sand- a n d parched 1 Up steepest cliffs cUffs along Jagged rocks I. I AP In rushing rivers 1 ben beneath ath storm- storm I 4 skies In velvet I blackness of ot un- un uni i w 1 starred night in ghostly w win winding I n d din i n g i 1 sheet of ot uncertain I fog I Always on and andon I on on questing for forI JAHE DIXON that Starry Tree- Tree fM C M rimmed Meadow where nests the Blue Bird of ot Promise The Hunt for tor Happiness As eternal in the tho human breast as hope or trust in God Courage my hunter bold my huntress huntress huntress hunt hunt- ress brave Forge on The sun sun splashed Meadow may beM he be I just ahead M Another day another hour and you will stumble into the light i As you stand there breathless be bewildered bee throwing the cloak of doubt and fear and disbelief from your our saggIng sagging sagging sag sag- I ging shoulders the Blessed Bird will I spring full throated from the Meadow his blue tipped wings set skyward his hissong hissong song sending a paean of ot happiness to find its echo in the soul of Ot you I For he who wh seeks with faith and honest aim will never seek in vain Be not dazzled by the tinseled I Thrum of ot Pleasure Pleasure is like unto a a plum looks to have a juicy juicy- juicy su succulent heart but which when opened discloses nothing more than the stone thereof THE COSTLY SUP SUPPER SUPER ER A costly supper under the shine of white lights Rare food rare drink rare flowers intoxIcating music plumes of pleasure But If your supper host Is is' some ancient an an- lent dent roue oue with sagging chin and nd puffy eyes clawing over oyer the remnants of ot lifes life's feast like a starving vulture r 1 1 your pleasure package can DO no only omy empty corn husk Stolen pleasures might be sweeter did they not wear stingers neath their sugar coats A quiet little dinner In a quiet little spot with the other womans woman's husband is Just a lark until lark until the other woman finds out Then the the- ugly head of scandal public shame even eyen tragedy grins hideously from the cover of the uninvited guest Im leaving for a motor trip gushes the Huntress Wonderful car Everything in it for a frolic powder frolic powder rouge perfume sable robes Ice box Where Oh to some pleasure pleasure pleasure pleas pleas- ure resort The Huntress does not explain that her companions on the jaunt are irresponsible Ir Irresponsible Irresponsible Ir- Ir responsible pleasure seekers like herself herself herself her her- self that in going she is Jeopardizing her position in the world of ot work in the world of society or that the party Is made up of insufferable bores to whom she is not only indifferent but who may be actually disagreeable e to her Any risk whatsoever In the cause of ot Pleasure And ninety-nine ninety times out of a possible possible possible pos pos- sible hundred the wonderful car is isa isa isa a juggernaut of disaster or so so far as happiness goes Is no better than a wheelbarrow Were off to Europe on our honeymoon honeymoon honey honey- moon cries the pale young Huntress with fever bright eyes and trembling lips Boxes of gay blooms steamer baskets bas has rice showers laughter loving friends As the narrow strip of water between ship and home shore widens the Huntress back gazes to where a solitary man figure etches etches' itself against the grayness of ot the the pier Loves Love's sacrifice on the altar of Pleas Pleas- ure And suddenly It dawns dawns' upon the I A sailed across the skies skies skies' With wings of ot sapphire sapphire- hue 4 happiness the Huntress cried As swift her arrow flew A Hummingbird fell to the ground I Wing on My Bird of ot Blue II bride she she i Is is' isalone alone with a strange and andI I unloved man with whom she has contracted contracted contracted con con- I to mate Europe th the playground of Pleasure I Ifor I for happy honeymooners The Jade Fun sends forth a laugh to mock the selfish seeker You forget torget Love Loye says Pleasure The Blue Bird cannot live without Love THE THE STREET CALLED BROADWAY Those dancing sea green waters might t take ke another sinking soul to their arms of oblivion had the Huntress Huntress Huntress Hunt Hunt- ress the courage to go to them Being craven craven she throws herself upon her gilded god and begs from him the abed cup of forgetfulness There is a street called Broadway built upon upon the of Pleasure ure Heedless t feet t hurry along its pavements pavements pavements' pave pave- ments meats their owners snatching bubbles chasing will the wisps Jazz razz bands blare I Soft shoulders syncopate Silks shimmer and rustle rustie their costly costly costly cost cost- I ly folds breathing fragrance of subtle I perfumes I Choice foods are whisked about by cringing servitors Dancers sway and dip in the glow I of a thousand lights There is the sibilant sound of bank banknotes banknotes banknotes notes slipped sUpped from their present sheaf sheat the clink of gold and silver sUver the slim look of emptied pocketbooks Then one morning the reveler awakes to find himself herself knee knee- deep in treacherous muck of camouflaged camou camou- flared sinking sinking being sucked down to ignominious I t failure by the hidden force of ot undeniable undeniable un un- un- un deni deniable ble habit I r had the time of my life liCe Never had so much fun Talk about a gambol it was a riot Some party J You know the Huntress here and there therA and everywhere ending for the thA i i most st p part rt a Nobody Nobody b d in No Ma Mans Man's Land The mst lust charge any girl in the world should wish to have placed against her the her the char charge e of being a good time girl Irl Her destiny Is to hunt through life the Blue Bird of Happiness and find only frail humming birds of Pleasure I |