Show A H M H fa ha tah ra it f M 11 4 t 1 ma poet s corner oai NO PRINTERS IN after deciding to publish a paper at the illinois state penitentiary at joliet to be edited by the convicts the prison officials were somewhat embarrassed not to say surprised to find there was not a printer among the 1500 1600 inmates there I 1 were fifty bankers behind the bars the typographical journal the warden said lets have a sheet youre on cried all the men well put our pens to paper tot for the paper on the pen they got a grant to place the plant right in the heres where you laughl laugh they formed a staff convictions to induce george the gyp and red the rip put rubber on their shoes to cover crime and spend their time in quest of inside news A banker drew wall street review and believe me he could do it As many a guy could testify oh how the suckers knew it so with a crew and outfit too but one thing then remained they set their cap tor for a printer chap but their hunt was all in vain they had all sorts and types of sports bankers by the score promotion chiefs and common and other brands galore they searched that pen tice and again a typo to locate but not a peek of inky cheek within those pe weariless pearl arIless less gates ive set em up to wine and sup but never a line 0 type said a millionaire with a thawing stare as he planned his auto flight ive laid em out with one good clout said mike alike the fighting bun when you mention stick you wrong this mick wait till me bit is done oh for a face oer yonder case their prayers still go unheeded the printer guy just winks his eye and says 1 I know im needed 1 I yank the bulls when proofs are pulled he sprung the quip right gaily so the beggs and guns bankers and bums must make their peni daily GEORGE L GEIGER salt lake city utah IF WE WB ONLY understood it if we knew the cares and trials knew the efforts all in vain van and the bitter disappointment understood the loss and gain would the grim eternal roughness seem 1 I wonder just the same should we help where now we hinder should we pity where we blame ali ah we judge each other harshly knowing not lifes hidden force knowing not the fount of action la Is less lees turbid at its source seeing not amid the evil I 1 all the golden grains of good and wed love each other better if we only understood could be judge all deeds by motives that surround each others lives see the naked heart and spirit know what spur the action gives I 1 often we should find it better purer titan than we judge we should we should love each other better it if we only understood could we judge all a 11 deeds by motives seo see the good and bad within often we should love the sinner all the while we loath the sin could we know the powers working to overthrow oer throw integrity we should judge each others errors with more patient charity kipling HANGING ON tile the man alan who sticks the man who sticks has his lesson learned success come by chance its earned by pounding away for good hard knocks will make stepping stones of 0 the stumbling blocks ile he knows in his heart that ho he cannot fall fail that no III fortune can make him quail willie his will ls Is strong and ills his I 1 courage big high for lies hes always good tor for another try he expect by a single stride to jump to the front lie ho Is satisfied to do evry day his level best and let the future take care of the rest he believe lies hes held down by the boss its work and not favor that gets across so ills his motto is that what another man has been able to handle I 1 surely can for the man who sticks has the sense to see ile he can make himself what he wants to be it if hell off with ills his coat and pitch right in why tile the man who sticks cant help but win the man who quits the man who quits has a brain and hand As good as the next but he lacks the sand that would make him stick with a courage stout to whatever lie he tackles and tight fight it out he starts with a rush and a solemn vow that hell soon be showing the others how then something new strikes his roving eye and his hia task is left tor for the bye and bye I 1 its up to each man what becomes of him ile he must find in himself the grit and vim that brings success he can get the skill it if lie he brings to the task a steadfast will no man is beaten till he gives in hard luck cant stand tor for a cheerful grin the man who tails fails needs a better excuse than the quitters whining the use for the man who quits lets his chances slip just because hes too lazy to keep his grip the man who sticks goes ahead with a shout while the man who quits joins the down and out oscar T peterson sandy utah 00 TRY SMILING when the weather suits you not try smiling ng when your cottee coffee hot try smiling when your neighbors dont do right or your relatives all tight fight sure its hard bard but then you might try smiling change the things of 0 course just smiling but it cannot make them worse just smiling and it seems to help your case brightens up a gloomy place then it sort 0 rests your face just smiling THE SPELL OF TRE TIIE YUKON I 1 wanted the gold and I 1 sought lt I 1 scrambled and mucked like a slave was it famine or scurvy I 1 fought it I 1 hurled my youth into a giace giave grave I 1 wanted the gold and I 1 got it came out with a fortune last tall fall yet somehow lifes not what I 1 thought it and somehow tile the gold jsn all no theres the land have you seen it its the cuss edest land that I 1 know from the big dizzy mountains that screen it to tho the deep deathlike valleys below some say god was tired when he made it some say its a tine fine land to shun maybe but theres some as would trade it for no land on earth and im one you come to get rich damned good reason you feel like an exile at first you late hate it like hell for a season and then you are worse than the worst it grips you like some kinds of sinning it twists you from toe foe to a friend it seebie its been since the beginning it seems it will bo be to the end ive stood in some mighty mouthed hollow plumb full of hush to the brim I 1 ive ve watched tile the big husky sun wallow la in crimson and gold and grow dim till the moon set the pearly peaks gleaming and the stars twinkled out neck and crop and ive thought that I 1 surely was dreaming with the peace 0 the world piled on top the summer no sweeter sweater wap was ever the sunshiny woods all the grayling in the river the bighorn asleep on the hill the strong life that never knows harness the wilds where the caribou call the freshness the freedom the farness 0 godl god how im stuck on it all the winter the brightness that blinds you the white land locked tight light as a drum the cold fear that follows and finds you the silence that bludgeons you dumb the snows that are older than history the woods where tile the weird shadows slant the stillness the moonlight the mystery ive bade ern em goodby good by but I 1 cant theres a land where the mountains are nameless and the rivers all run knows where there are lives that are erring and aimless and deaths that just hang by a hair there are hardships that nobody reckons there are valleys and still theres a land oh it beckons and beckons and I 1 want to go back and I 1 will making my money diminish im sick of the taste of champagne thank god when im skinned to a finish ill pike to the yukon again ill tight fight and you bet its no sham tight fight its hell but ive been there before and its better than this a damsite me ale tor for the yukon once more theres gold and its haunting and 1 haunting its luring me on as of old yet it the gold that im wanting so much as just finding the gold its the great big broad land way up yonder its the forests where silence has lease its the beauty that thrills me with wonder its tho the stillness that tills fills me with peace prom from the spell ot of the yukon by robert W service SUMMER POEM ab summer is coming oil ob summer is here the happiest days of all the year playing ball and other games until your are bruised and full ot of 1 pains up in tile the hillh with tires fires of wood and rolling rocks down as big as aa you could spring has come and spring has past throwing rocks and throwing them fast through the air they go with a whirl A pat past your ear and you hear them whirl and rugby is another game that all boys play and their toot feet get lame lama howard derry berry 11 years old park city utah 6 rai BIG cor by tom beniams Beu lams A little boy of three knelt at his bis mothers knee As lie tried to say ills his prayers but the little bunch 0 of sin was just about all in for the sand man sneaked stairs ills mother fondly smiled As she told her hei darling child hed be president some day she hugged bugged him to her breast that infants goal ot of rest while silo she heard him say BE 1 I dont want to be pe dedent Is mammas big boy the mother sweetly smiled and hi hug ged with tenderness her joy she felt a presence near her besides her babe at breast she thought of a departed she had lately laid to rest for a spirit knelt beside her and wept yea tears of joy when hoard heard his baby mutter Is mammas big boy the years had swiftly past the babe a man at last held a woman to his breast with tender voice he said As he kissed her silvery head right heres where you find rest re youve worked your life tor for me ill make the nation see their president a man and yet im still your child also to put it r mild ild no sword shall cut ct the ban although I 1 am president im my mothers big boy I 1 still persist in being my illy mothers love and joy I 1 love her presence near me ill clasp her to my breast ill take the place of fath father er whom mother laid to rest I 1 and the tha nations admiration was mixed with love and joy when they heard their ruler thunder thun im my mothers big boy |