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THE CHILDREN AT THE WHITE HOUSE GATE Old Hardtimes in the White House sits; He chaws his backer and he spits; He smokes his coffin-nails and blows The smoke out through his nasty nose. His intellect is anchored fast To all the mummies of the past: With brain made out of buckwheat dough, He thinks in terms of long ago. He don't know anything to do . To help in Nineteen-Twenty-Two; And then to make the matter wuss, He doesn't seem to care a cuss. To millionaires and movie stars He gladly lets down all the bars; When old plute politicians call, He finds the time to see them all. He gives his time to golf and such, And never seems to mind it much; He finds the time to take his rides, And do a lot of things besides. But when the children of the poor Come supplicating at his door, And beg for mercy through their tears . Oh, that's a plea h never hears. The big and shiney limozines Of plutocrats and fashion queens Pass in and out from sun to sun, And he can, see them every one. But he can't see the little tot Whose daddy has to lie and rot In some old filthy prison cell For just denouncing Woodpile's heil. Again, for twenty times, they come, And stand there pitf ul and dumb, Their small sad faces lined with tears, And old beyond their tender years. "The children of the prisoners, sir!" And there's a restless, angry stir "Them rats again? A-hem! A-hem! I ain't got time to fool with them!" Another limozine turns in; The stiff policemen bow and grin; The Child Crusaders at the gate Must wait and wait and wait and wait. Is this America? Great God, Is this the consecrated sod Bought long ago with blood and pain, Where Justice once was said to reign ? James Larkin Pearson. Popular theology covers heap of ground, but it's smeared out terrible thin. Boomer, North Carolina, June, 1922. "SERGEANT YORK: Doggon it,bcys, I'll justtell you what. If you want to" be some pumpkins and have your picture printed in the Literary Digest and all the high-muck-a-doodles wanting to slobber over you why, blame-take it, you'll have to load yourself up with guns and go out to some public place and kill more people than any other man ever killed, and then you'll be famous . and get medals enough to make you look like a dry-land fish, and every body will just fight for a chance to smell of the ground where you walk. At least, that's the way Ser geant York got his'n. He wasn't nobody much, and didn't look a sarn-taked bit better than some of the rest of us fellers. But he was said to be a mighty good religious sort, of a chap, and so tender hearted that he wouldn't even kill the weeds in his mam my's garden. But they bundled him off to the camp down in Georgia and trained him for a soldier just the same. Then to France, of course. And one day during a battle he got scared so stiff that the Ger man bullets wouldn't penetrate his hide. They just bounced off like shooting green gooseberries against a stovepipe. In that condition he walked around there and killed Germans til they were piled ten feet deep, more or less, all over a ten-acre field. Then he rounded up al the rest of the German army and drove it m to camp, gave Persh ing his orders for the night, and went to bed. That was all. r But it was enough. Now Sergeant York is back at home with his nice freckled hide as sound as a new dollar, and his fame so gieat that he can't walk without stepping on it. Now you tell one. A victory for Beveridge in this prohibition country? Oh, Mr. Volstead, come here quick! At last they have elected George Washington to the! ai American Hall of Fame. Luckvi old George ! Now maybe he will stand some chance of being- re- membered. Bull's foot! 1 Jrg gl BAPTIST MONKEY-SHINES r -5 Wake Forest College, located at Wake Forest, North Carolina, is a Baptist denominational school. It probably heads the list of Baptist schools for men in this spntinn nf th Smith All Pan. tist families in North Carolina, locot ru vA,,' cate and are able to do it-send tnem to wake Forest. My peo- pie were Baptists, but I never i -m t - w woi tt, i was too poor. And I am rather ' now that I didn't go, be- cause l would very liKeiy nave Knnn ,vo -Fiiii fL - 1 -m 1.1 1 WWH VJ. CUlllilllVA OVf i UH VI HlVi yvjyj ular errors that I never would Hdve oecu tut; liutii. x iiextr x& a time when I wanted to go to Wake Forest worse than Wake rorest worse man any- w n.nA i,o,i VXIXilii, UUt VJUU llCM. OUlilUtiXlliil ploma from a Baptist college. It would have ruined me. I canr m, vu see that very plainly now. But I notice that Wake Forest is having its troubles over the teaching of evolution. It's all ;ciiiiiibi vjl cvuiuii.ua. it o cm g-ht rith the trustees and the ri big city preachers of the denom- of t ii . mon folks out in the backwoods aon t like the idea 01 Deinor a first cousin to the ape, and.they H.v.fnv,,, ,10,4 aic lux caiCiiinsi tu oiaii auinc- Now, Dr. William Louis Po teat, the President of Wake For est College, is a member of the "Rp.ntisf rVmvph nnrl T snrmnsp hp is a D. D., whatever that means. Auvhow. hp claims to he a Chris- tian. But at the .same time he Feler .at Columbia University believes and teaches the Darwin says he 1S mg to fix to Play a theory of evolution. The trus- unP; on your nose with different tees of the college have lately J0 of smells. Going to ar passed resolutions endorsing his ran?e he different odors into a views musical scale and make you smell All of whiVh mAvhp vpirrnn- the tune instead of hearing it. er for them if they see it that i way, but I am sorter puzzled about onp thino- Namely: As a Rn'nfist Pr Pntonf. must, ' v w npppssvilv hplipvp in thp imtnnr- tality of the soul. He just could w w w -rJ t M--0J X V A J. 4.1111,11 W JU not call himself a Baptist unless he believed that. ri T ua 44- . urt presumed that he thinks the lower animals do not have im- mortal souls. Because if they 1 have, some evangelist ought to put up his tent in the cow pas- iture and preach to the cows. Number 3. iThey ought to send a basket of Bibles to the frog-pond and save the souls of the tadpoles. All right. Now if tadpoles have NOT got immortal souls, and it men HAVE got immortal souls, and yet if man evoluted up from a or a sand llzzard' 1 ask in all seriousness I meln4 hn 2nd hoY.,dld II 111 Vt"l. I IIH I. IIIIIIM1I I.HI NI III I r Tt Z T- i u ,J?P to a ?erin?iwas just an animal wnnuur a I oniil it- it ha iirncj nxrriv irvitifo- fT" u ;5n?T cv ct ?r" to be a man WITH a soul, there W1HIIII H.Vt III III- i 1.1 I I If- would have to be a time some- "rr; ; rr ,r - I where along the line when an im I I 1 -I -in -I VVV1M- uw" from heaven and crawl into that animal. Just how far up the scale do animals have to come t , , , m j. before they can shoulder a Testa- , J j l a o 1 f1; H,a9s science ever ner' men again: President Poteat and the fac ulty and trustees of Wake For est College cannot make anv , .1 21 i r ji Pcem their scheme for the re- "T w Vul i1 t they believe m the I ALL of UCIlipilVC VV Ul a J L VJllllkMi UlUCSO man as recorded in Genesis. And if man has been going steadily UP ?i'"lf " uuuoi nave uccu vviicii nc icn uuo p 1 j jut i 01 a cocoanut tree and broke his tail off. Oh, dear me! Where's the turpentine? PLAY THIS ON YOUR NOSE That will be great stuff. But "J order to play modern jazz by tnat metnod ne win nave to put 1 , . , m some Kedemocan politics, a nigger gaFs union suit, and a few trimmings from a hoss's I0t. If Indiana and Pennsylvania are any sign, if seems that the publicans have set their heads to kill some of the biggest chinch- es on their old political bunk- and then sleep on it some more. -Better j ust burn the old bunk I and sleep on the floor, I guess.