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Written for The Day Book by
You may try to your distress,
As you wish;
For there are a few who guess
Now and then,
Such as well, consider fish;
Or a pen !
Is the answer "No" or "Yes?"
You believe me or do not?
That is clear.
Helping thus to thread the plot,
But I merely linger here,
And with him!
What's the reason? Not a jot.
Yet at end of all, who speaks
Sharp and true?
Where the patient searcher seeks
What may be,
Does the wonder flash to you,
Or to me
Ah, thereepmes a sudden shout
"What's this poem all about?"
SUPPOSIN' IT DOES
The hardest things such stand
patters as Senator Bailey can find
to say against the initiative and
referendum is that it would con
vert the United States from a re
public to a democracy.
One ample, albeit interrogative,
answer might be made in these
few words, namely, to-wit: Well,
supposin' it does, what of it?
And if the said Bailey and his
kind continue to be cantakerously
contentious, why supposin' we si
lence him fprever by slamming,
back at him a solid quotation
from another statesman, who, on
an occasion much more solemn
than that presented by the resig
nation of Senator Bailey, said this
must be a government of the peo- M
pie, ior me people, Dy me people.
One name for such a govern
ment is democracy. About that
kind of a government was wanted
by Mr. Lincoln, and there are
others who will not object to it.
THE BITTER BIT
The workhouse inmates were
just ,a bout to sit down, when two
men came along one of the cor
ridors carrying a steaming coul
dron between them.
"Aha!" cried the official, who
had been laying in wait for them.
"Put that kettle down, and fetch
me a spoon f
One of the men brought a
spoon and, at the same time tried
to say something, but was per
emptorily told to hold his tongue.
"D'yer call that -soup?" at
length spluttered the official, as
he swallowed a heaped-up spoon
ful of the steaming mess. "It's
more like dirty water!"
"But that's just wot it is, sir,"
answered the second man timidly.
"We've a-been scrubbin' down
the tables !"
With wiM shouts of joy, San
Diego boys piled into the hard
ware stores. With sad faces they
piled out again. Not a pair of ic
skates in town! But your San
Diego boy is a boy. He went to.
skating on the seat of his pants.