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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, July 17, 1915, NOON EDITION, Image 6

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plows under" the hero and his halo,
for it is the season for planting po
tatoes. The earth is full of buried
glory. Ten years hence the "glory"
for which the father of Pietro's pic
tured orphan died will be but fertil
izer. .
No, you find no glory of war. in
these faces we present above. In the
old woman's you find but the heart
wrenching pathos of total loss, in the
child's, "Why did you kill my daddy?
What will become of me?"
The glory of war is to die bravely
for something or other, and be for
gotten soon; to make the aged who
have earned peace and happiness
with those they reared and loved glad
to die; and to rob children.
That "glory," in ninety and nine
cases out of a hundred, is a fake, a
brutality and a theft. God hasten
the day when men can no longer be
debauched into giving their all for it!
Those Mexican leaders show good
judgment in coming to this side of
the line to plan revolutions. They
may get pinched, but that beats
standing with your back against an
adobe wall and looking into a row
of ciphers.
With all those bombs hidden in car
goes, travel to Europe on liners is
almost as dangerous as canoeing.
Coroner Pete Hoffman wants a
street set aside for beginners to. run
their autos over. He probably would
station a few deputies along the line
and save hunting all over town for
Mexico City is invested again and
it's a cinch that whoever is investing
in it this time never will get a divi
dend. Someone else threw a bomb at the
sultan of Egypt Those fellows would
better look out or they'll get sore
If it's in style, anything looks like
hat to a woman. Judge.
By Roswell F. Connor
Just bear in mind that you can find
Celebs in this metropolis.
The middle west turns out the best
I here append a partial list.
That B. L. T., we all agree,
Has made himself a name.
Of course, you know, we an help
him, so
To fail would be a shame.
I here must urge you read Sandburg,
Whose poems are just splendid.
He's a modest chap, don't care a rap,
If some do' get offended.
We do detect in one, Ben Hecht,
A writer unafraid.
He can discuss witout a fuss
The war and foreign trade.
Our Clarence Darrow sometimes
does harrow
When on Nietsche he discourses.
But just the same he's gained wide
Battling for the working forces.
There's Masters, too, brings some
thing new
Prom a place he calls Spoon river.
These Master tales in some detail
Make one sit up and shiver.
This John Rhudlau I never saw,
He writes some charming verse.
But Jim Mannee we daily see,
His lines are short and terse.
Do not forget, there's others yet,
I most forgot Sam Kelser.
He knows the game that leads to
Each year he's growing wiser.
standing all agitation the "trust
press" and that other hypocritical re
form(?) ass'n, the Chicago Bar ass'n,
has created in favor of a "nonparti
san" Judiciary among the ignorant
and credulous, we find from the atti-

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