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t LOTS OF PEACE AND MUCH JOY . .
According to Washington advices, Japan is 'not going to lick us. "The
acute stage" has been passed. Japan is "pleased with the statement that
the U. S. has great interest in. .her welfare." ,
It comes majnly from our having a college man for president. When
Hiram Johnson gave notice that he would sign that so-called anti-Jap law,
Woodrow Wilson, took his good old college pen in hand and wrote Japan
"Woodrow isn't letting us see that "note," but has left it to Japan for
publication. However, we have an inkling as to its contents. He pointed
out that California is only T?art of our nation, and then he put about 1,000
words into expressing the love and admiration of the vast majority of our
people for Japan and her progress toward the exceedingly high state of.
civilization which we enjoy. The achievements of Japan are respected and
'the American people are really anxious to show that they regard Japan
on a basis of equality with all other nations and powers. Altogether that
note is a smearing on of free-flowing syrup that win be a marker in the
history of diplomacy. It is a regular "Sugar-is-sweet-and-so-are-you val
entine, with a link of pink roses and a flock of happy little cupids as a bor
der. Publish it? Why, it is one of the things that proud and conceited
Japan will paste on her outer walls. Every enraged hair on the Jap back
will lie flat and greased like, for, like a literary god, our president has
smoothed down the fretful fur of the Nipponese polecat, with words that
cheer and comparisons that inebriate.
Oh! we don't have to see that "note." It is, the first diplomatic effort
of a. gentleman and scholar to whom the choicest combinations of the
English 'language are but as willing slaves. We know that it is saccharine
to the artistic taste and redolent of the perfumes of Araby, and that it will
do the business.
o o '
MY DOG'S GONE
"What d'ye mean you lost your
dog?" That's what they ask In a
flippant way but it means that my
heart is like a log and I mope and
worry the whole long day; it means
that my eyes are sort of dim and my
life, somehow, has jumped a cog. He
was only a mutt but I'm fond of
nim, THAT'S "what I mean I lost my
He was always hanging about the
place ready to follow me where I
went, with aJ,pok of love in his funny
face, and his brown ears cocked in
a way intent, it was second nature to
have him near,, to have him close at
my heels to jog, and without him the
world seems lone and 'queer,
THAT'S what I mean I lost my dog.
So if you have seen my homely pet
J wjsh jovl would tell, mo. where ie
may be, for I pine and murmur and
chafe and fret for my silent comrade
to come to me; a dog just cuddles
down in your heart, and you wander
about in a dreary fog- when he's lost
or gone and the tear drops start,
THAT'S what I mean I lost my dog!
WHY HE SMILED
"I'm on my feet again," he said,
"And feeling quite immense."
'Trade picking up?'r "No, but my car
Kan. into a-stone fence,"