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For red-flannel soaked in water never shrinks like baseball dope
Soon the bushers will be busted nine times out of ten they pay
More attention to their tapeworm than they do to diamond play.
One by one the mighty hurling arms of pitchers turn to glass,
And the man who bragged of "headwork" soon displays a dome of
brass. f . '
50 the lovely spring-time fancies fade along a leaden sky,
For the February winners mostly wither in July. .
But before the season opens
Every tearh can cop the rag,
iThe pure gold of expectation
Is mixed with baser slag;
JO, the batter busts the fence
boards ' 'And the pitcher has the wing;
And there's never a tailender
In the early days of spring.
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The Day Book could work up
as fine a frenzy over job-hunters
as any of the newspapers if
we could see where it would do
the people any good. But the
principal fighting in both parties
appears to be between rival sets
of bosses; and under bosses we
have yet to see any difference in
government by parties.
Oddly enough the only two
candidates for governor who have
not been assailed as unfit by the
newspapers and spellbinders are
Walter C. Jones, the Progressive
Republican, and George E. Dick
son, the Progressive Democrat.
' Moreover each of these candi
dates is running on a definite plat
form, in which he tells just what
he stands for.
Of course the newspaper boss
es don't want that kind of a gov
ernor, so they don't print much
news ajboukthem... II the cancel
attack a man running against
"their" candidate they ignore
The time will come when hon
est voters will earn to discrimin
ate between bossed candidates
and tHose who really want to
serve the people. Until that time
does come, however, it wont make
much difference .which party;
As white as drifted snow,
The moonlight drifts tonight,
Heaping the earthly ways
With silence deep and white.
And one man feels again
The pressure of love's hand
And walks with Her the path
Across the singing land.
And one man only sees
The moonlight wan and -still,
Like a pale ghost upon ' I
A lonely grave crowned hiU,Ju,