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squander money, and time, and taste
on amusement of every kind and de
scription. On with the dance! But the con
sumer must pay the piper!
A Constant Reader.
, SMITH WILL SPEND SIX MONTHS
HERE AT JUDGE'S REQUEST.
William H. Smith, 25, with a wife
in Cleveland, came to Chicago for a
visit. He is a decorator and intended
to stay if he liked the place.
Smith doesn't like Chicago at all,
but he's going to stay for six months
and maybe longer. Judge Pry, in the
Court of Domestic Relations, sen
tenced him to six months in the bride
well and a fine of $100 for contribut
ing to the delinquency of two girls.
Smith met Rae Cadozo, 16r em
ployed at Mandel's, at the White City
dance hall. After a few dances Smith
took the girl to his room at the Ho
tel Revelstoke, 3537 Indiana av.
A few days later the Cadozo girl in
troduced Smith to her chum,'-Violet
Perry, also 16, and an employe of
Hillman's. Smith also took Violet
to his room.
Assistant State's Attorney O'Reilly
bitterly denounced Smith for his
claim that the two young girls "led
"This man seems to have a
ticular fancy for young girls,"
Judge Fry, in passing Sentence.
looks on them as fair game."
The girls were held to the Juvenile
A machine has been devised for
imitating the noise of an aeroplane
engine with the object of alarming
hostile troops. The Servian and Mon
tenegrin troops used a rattle during
the Balkan war to imitate machine
Embroidery and floral designs, and
a blending of white tissues, plain or
polka dot, are characteristics of the
correct blouse, the ever useful acces
sory of milady wardrobe.
A CARRY OWEN POEM
Car I. C. 160032, 12th Street Yards,
Chicago, June 3, 1914.
Editor Day Book: Rovers of
America, here assembled, offer you
for publication the enclosed copy.
For Garry Owen Rovers
Per Sheldon Taylor, Sec'y,
Gen. Delivery, Chicago.
By Garry Owen.
Out from the shadow
Where live a certain many,
Shrugged in the muscled mass,
The world's protean shoulders;
The common mind of man
Its native cause,
(0 fiery life of dream!)
Out from, the din
Where the imperiled crowd
Swarms to its toil l
With tireless, greed-fed rage;
The restless throng.
Departing, nameless, returning,
(Soon to be named, O Soul!)
Facing the day,
With hopes unchangeable
Through many a change;
For separate faith
In single purpose bound,
Following the average way
With prayer of deeds,
Emerging silent, shrewd, uncouth
Balance of power
Testing the frame of the world;
The unconquerable fate
Selfhood supreme; ,
One man -
Ten thousand men stand here,
And for each one,
Ten thousand more,
Pledging henceforth forever,
Unto one man,