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Show THE CITIZEN 18 IFEa SJffijg Iftaefe and twice did he refuse. Was that ambition? Im esking you; vas it? Theres more things in Heaven and earth, Horatius than even thou hast drempt of in marble halls. We climbed the vine-cla- d hills of old Thermopylae to peek at the Roman bath tubs, and yet ye are huddled here like dogs in the pound. Back, back I say, roaring waves but they didnt did it. Stick to the ship what care we if she sinks it an't BITS OF LITERATURE As They Occur to the Muddled Brain of a Columnist Friends, Romans, countrymen: Lend me your ears I froze mine going to Park City. I came to bury Caesar the undertaker was sick. And when I broke his helmet clasp, broke behold, he was my friend again. Lets see ; breakfast 40 cents, lunch 80 pfennig, dinner 800 francs, supper 1,000,000 yen, total $2.89. Where was I? Oh, yes, well fight it out on this line if summer ever comes. Woodman, spare that tree, I am for men, Henry George. The quality of mercy is not strained honey; it falleth like the gentle dew of Heaven and waves oer the land coast of Maine from the rock-ribbbeauties of the to the Capitol Theatre. If I had a thousand lives to live Id give my kingdom for a horseless carriage. Arf ha league, arf ha league, arf ha league honward, and let the quips fall where they may. Men, if ye are men, dont fire till you see the whites of their eyes. of the You can fool of the time, so take people 97.34 thy pound of flesh, vile, Jew, for thrice did I offer him a kingly crown our ship. The evil that men do lives after them ; the good is oft interred or deterred, till theyre out of office. So let it be with Caesar. I hold these truths to be self evident if any, and united we stand, divided we fall into the jaws of death, into the mouth of hell. Go west, young man, and laugh when she taunts thee with defeat, for on thy failures shall ye build ed sun-kiss- ed success. The shades of night were falling fast. Excelsior, he cried as he packed the last box of tomatoes. She stoops to conquer, yet truth, crushed to earth, shall rise again and alls not gold that glitters said she. For all that I am or hope to be I owe to my sainted mother and dad too. eleven-sixteent- hs Let not the miserable, contemptible, whimpering, skulking, ding squizzeled tongue of slander drown the delightful squealing of the fiddles in the temples of terpsicliore, foi he that steals my purse steals trash and Rome was not built in a day just burnt. Remember, Euslipprycus, theres one born every second. I do not choose to run said he, and the mill will never grind again with the mill-de- w that is passed. In the still watches of the night come only the faint whispering of a gentle zepher in the trees, the crooning of a katydid, the croaking of a frog, the creaking of a windmill, the howling of a dog, the zingging of a million skeeter bugs and the moaning of a lost saxophone calling to its mate. Quiet, aint it? Sister, I am tired now; the mystery is unfolded; the great truths of life are disclosed; the ship has sailed; come put me in my little bed accompanied by the Metropolitan orchestra, national broadcast. The trouble with the man with an ax to grind is that he always wants somebody else to turn the v 9 l I I !.. .t M .a a I, Utahs Capitol Viewed from Memory Park |