HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Brussels Post, 1924-2-20, Page 3Goad; Jokes Never Really . Die
le Ming/rota writer in en liingltaYi
daily (save, .that tsalnobody onmo de.
elated that there aro only ten real
.jakee in the world, all tllo °there be•
tag merely tlaa'iittioaa upon them, Conn
tneetipg upon this, the* Fluelishman
"-kemerked that, abthoneh such a etate-
nae t might not be etrlotly true,: there
was ed doubt Viet a great many jokes
traveled a long way before they digit,
Then. he told a story of a 1o1e which
hq originated, and which, he asserted,
Val ta:lrly gOUd, It made its first ap-
pearance ie the pages of a well-known
English humorous weekly, Within a
fortnight,' he said, he saw that joke
reprinted is no fewer than eleven pro-
vinelal payors, occasionally with, but
morel oftart withaet, acknowledgment,
Six weeks later he read hie joke in
an American periodical, this .time with
due aoknowledgmeut;' and atter that
it was snapped up by countless papers
all, over the United States and Canada,
Ae it was an international joke, cap-
able of being underatood in any noun -
try, lie wan not wholly aurpriaed to
Anti in a Gorman humorous weekly
which a .friend returning from Ger-
many had brought with hint, his own
joke, which had been awarded the dis-
tinction of a full-page illustration,
Soon after that the same compliment
was paid in a French periodical.
Burt.the joke had not yet finished its
courses! tor, at a „music hall, a man
who was telling jokes Aniseed with
this long-lived one. The Englishman
concluded his stogy by saying that at
a dinner party a short time ago, a man
seated oppositehim at the table, told
this saute joke with great success, and
when the laughter had died down the
lady on the left of its author said to
him, "1 wonder who thinks of all these
jokes," -to which the author simply re-
plied, "I wonder."
But he did not tell just what hie
own joke was, so we do not know
whether or not it was the last really
good one we read or heard told.
• An "llegInt Pick."
• Many years ago, when I was a young
girl, living just outside of Boston, I
wan riding in a trolley car which was
threading its way through. Cambridge -
Port to cross the Charles River and
thus reach the city, It was in sum-
mer, and the car was nn open one, the
kind which had the seats going across
the car.
We were delayed for a little time,.
owing to repairs on the track, ;and
while we were waiting for a car com-
ing from the city to pass us I hetird
the voices of two Irish women who
were seated right behind me,
1 lsae not, of course, intended to be
an eavesdropper, buttheir voices car-
ried,
arried, One of the women began to tell
about the funeral at her an. He had
bean a worker on the streets, and his
folipw.laberers bad sent to the sorrow-
ing fatally a large anchor made et.
Aware, At' any rate, I wartuded that
the ffortet had intended it for an•an•
char, the enablein of hope; but, the.
Mettler had mistaken it for so01etbi0g
eta, alai tela her friend that "the
boys cont an tledint pick, all in "tette
tenet' e
Tlie Merit' atruek me ns such a good
one that 1 .wrote it out and sent it to
a magazine which at that time was
tittering n dollar for any joke accep
ed, In due season 1 received my do -
lar, and later I read in the magazine
my little story about "the pick,"
That was, es I have said, a good
Many years ago; mere years than I
should like to tell you; yet only last
winter 1 read the same joke, hardly
changed at all, In a wellknow.n month-
ly magazine, Certainly I agree with
the Englishman that a Joke travels a
long way before it diea; and I also
think it dies hard.
There was a little boy living in our
neighborhood when my children also
were small, who had a provoking habit
of asking "Why?" atter anything was
told to him. It made no difterence
what was said, John always asked
"Why?" One time after this had hep-
pened I heard my younger boy say,
• "John,. it you say why again I'll punch
Iyou," and the other child inquired,
"But why, Jimmie?" We always said
that the letter. "1" must be John's
middle , lnttial,
A Pound of Skips. -
It was a good,many years ago that
I
this happened, yet on my desk I have
an illustrated joke that was clapped
from an evening newspaper a week or
two ago. Here is the Joke:
Mr. Cross -"My dear, you have an
!annoying habit et asking 'why?' after
•/every statement I make. Now, won't
you try to break yourself of this?"
Mea. Cross—"0 course 1 will dear.
But why?"
When my husband's sister was a lit-
tle girl her mother asked her to go to
a grocery store to get her a pound of
hops. "Now, remember,' she said, "a
pound of hops. Think of it as you go
hopping along to the store." •
Carrie thought et it asshe ran hop-
ping and skipping down the street,
and when she reached the place she
looked up at the clerk and smilingly
said, "Mother wants a pound of skips."
That was a real occurrence. Some-
one in the store who knew Carrie told
the story to her mother and to ethers,
so that it became a local joke. Yet
every little while I read that same
Joke in a paper or magazine, ' It die•
appears for a•time but bobs up serene-
ly later. One "wonders," as the pro•
tesslonal humorists did; ereenders
whether the same amusing things hap-
pen in several different places, or
whether a joke never really dies.
•
A MOTHER'S
SACRIFICE
By "George Randolph Cheater
He hated the stonyy hillside farm,
bated the 'very- soil that so grudgingly
produced the living they wrested from
lt, Througb generation often genera-
tion his forefathers had fought the(r
dogged battle with nature, never ad-
vancing, never receding, and David
Grayson's fathaf and mother, stern,
silent, grim, were the numbed and
stunted outgrowths of this weary war-
fare. It was not until be was a man
grown that the first ray of light glim-
mered in upon his owe darkness.
Dawn In the trough of the hills lived a
girL Hitherto she had been merely a
part 01 his environment, like the bar-
ren clrcllug ranges, and the little val-
ley made ita only stripe of bounty,
There, too, green trees and waving
grain (taunted their riohnese in de
limon at the bare knolls looming
above them; and amid these she dwel,
heiress of the vailew
There came a. day when David Gray-
son awoke to find that this 'one detail
of his environment had ceased • to be
commonplace, In that day Ruth Wirt -
mere became no longer a part of his
mere landscape.
With 'the untrammeled naivete of a
child, Ruth watched for this grave
young neighbor; she threw irersell in
his way; elle tried to break down the
barrier of reserve that he had buildod.
up between them for his own protec-
tion. One day she stopped him ua-
derneath the big oak atthe roadside
as he was trudging home from the
poor little village at the earl ot the
valley, '
"I found your , pletur0, Dave," she
said. "Just look here."
She hold open a magazine, which
flared up at him a pujse•quickeaing
picture. The artist ]tad drawn a farm-
er b'oy', standing erect at his plow -
handles and gazing with half•parted
lips into the sky,'
He drew udeep breath and sat lost
in a reverie of wild conjecture.. With
instant sympathy alio followed his
train of thougbt-
"We'vo d:n enoyclopedie aver at the
house," she presently ventured. "It
toile all about everytiting. Come over
and I'll «how it to you."
Ho Wont gladly, and the visit was a
revelation. He had heard rumone at
the book/ end magazines that I;ugb
Wlrtniore had bought "to spoil Ruth,"
bat his eyes glistened t a Ito saw them,
She took dolga the votumo that con,
teinee set article an bridge -building,
and he delved eagerly into it, Alas!
here was only more despair. The ar-
ticle was comprehensive but technical
and required learning to understand
it. The iiluatrationa spoke a plainer
language, however, and carried him
from the simpieat truases to those
!vast spans of weblike steel that are
, the world's wonders_ of modern en-
gineering,
Plain Hugh Wirtmere came through
the room where they were sprawled
upon the floor, absorbed in their eager
quest.
"Deal apoll Dave with your books,
Ruth," he good-naturedly admonished.
tanner,"
"He's good ooda arule .
"
"He's spoiled now," ahe retorted,
with a glance of pride at David-
The way once shown, the task set,
he worked as he had never 'worked
betore—and Ruth worked with him.
Again a bitter abstraction came upon
him, but this time he jvas fathomed by
the intuition of only one woman, his
mother; With. Spartan muteness she
herself unlocked the last harrier that
held him butt froin the world into
which she knew she must lose him,
into which she could never follow him,
where she would be all alien—nay, al -
mut a pariah. She dug from a hidden
recess her own meager savings, she
coaxed ether savings to the last cent
from the sparse, unwilling pockets of
Abner Grayson, and she gave her boy
--money!
Again gleamed the light at promise.
He bought textbooks, instruments, ma -
barites; be worked as it a demon drove
!aim.
Such fierce.earnestness wan bound
to achieve. There came a day when,
after correspondence and samples of
his work bad passed to and fro, an of-
fer came at what seemed to hila like
a fabulous remuneration. On the way
home front the village he met Ruth at
their canal trysting-plaoe and allowed
her the -latter, a new gleam, at lire In
lila eyo, an answering wave of miler
ih her face, Together they sat under
the shade of the broad oak and e'en -
lied it nil out, their wonderful future.
But fate, for thou who would grasp
her goidou prizes, holds the test of the
white-hot crucible. At the door of h1s,
home Davide joy was blackened by the
announcement that his father had fall•
en from the niow of the barn to his
doath.
With eyes that burned because there
had come no tears to quench their
aching, Mra•, Grayson eat, still numbed,
still unawakened to the weary days
that were yet to be lived through,
Presently abo became aware of a voice
that came out to her through the open
window, and the voice was that,oi her
sbtt,
"The happiest hone of my lite bag
come and has gone forever, Ruth,"
David was saying. "that hour, was
when l eafno back from the poetoflico
•
The time -old custom was honored again recently when the Beet -eaters
searched the vaults of the house of Lords before the opening of parliament,
They found no Guy Fawkes, and are shown leaving empty-handed except
for their long halberds,
with that offer, cud, with it as my for-
tune, asked you to be my wife. The
offer is still open, but I must answer
it to -night. I am going to refuse it"
There came no answer to this, but
presently her son said, "My girl!" And
the woman on the porch knew that
Ruth had crept into the shelter of his.
arms to comfort him.
"There is only one thing for me to
do," he went on, presently, "I must
take my father's place, as he took the
place of his father before him. I must
dig into these barren fields nae dig -
gad and nevei let mother know how
bitter is the sacrifice I must make."'
There ensued another silence, and
then the gentle voice of Ruth answer-
ed;
yl1 wait, dear."
Walt! That one word opened at
last for the woman on the porch the
floodgates of her tears.
'Presently she arose with a strange
peace upon her. As she moved for-
ward, her face came into the light of
the sun, which threw into sharp relief
the shadows round the same firm jaw
and stern lips and open, fearless eyes
that had descended to her son. Turn-
ing. sho went quietly into the house
and came upon David, where he still
stood caressing with his broad hand
the head that rested upon his shoulder,
"David, my boy, and you, my,daugh-
ter," she said, and her clear, even
voice gave no hint of the stern cost,
"I've been thinking after alt that's
happened here that this place is a
mighty sorrowful one for me, and I
wiah you could go away off somewhere
and take me with you."
----esti---
Not From Tee to Tee.
"He just goes from one tea to an-
other all the time."
"Must be a good golfer then,"
"No—a good gulper, I'dksay."
• Red Indians in Canada number 106,-
000;
06,000; they live on Government reserva-
tions covering nearly 5,000,000 acres.
Spelling By Machinery.
A phonetic typewriter whicb writes
straight from dictation has been be -
vented by a young Swiss, who des-
cribes the machine as "a typewriter
enabling a person to write by the use
of the voice only." A person tnay taut
at a speed of from ninety to one huu
dreg words a minute, and as many
copies ot dictated matter can be ob-
tained as with the ordinary type-
writer.
The greatest difficulties to be over-
come were those of spelling and the
writing of figures. Spelling was for a
long time an almost insurmountable
problem, because, especially, in the
English language, there are in some
cases half -a -dozen different letter cam-
binationa for, one single word.
The difficulty is overoome by a 'de-
vice by means of which the short.in-
tervals of silence (one-tenth to one-
fifth second) which in every case take
place between two words of distinct
syllables are used automatically is
ending the correct letter combination.
When figures -are wanted the voice
is lowered considerably, so that only
the sound waves created by the
vowels impress the microphone, while
those created by the consonants are
lost
The person who 'wishes to use the.
machine starts it by turning the inter-
rupter, waits a few seconds until the
wheels have obtained the necessary
speed, and then begins tacking, in a
distinct but not a loud voice, into a
specially built- microphone arrange-
ment in which every sound wave
creates corresponding alternating cur-
rents.
These are amplified and pass
through distributors which, in com-
bination with a series of synchronized
devices, produce typewriting on paper
cylinder slm ar to that rolled on a my it h at
an ordinary typewriter, but placed
vertically.
Ct
Out of Luck.
"Would you," suggested the shop as-
sistant to the purchaser of the wid-
ow's hat, "would you lilte to try be -
lore the glass, ma'am?"
"No, thank you," replied the pur-
chaser with an envious sigh, "it isn't
for me. 'I wish it was."
—AND THE WORST IS YET TO COME
iN
11
The Soul's Farewell to
the Body.
I sent my seal through the Invisible,
And said: "Ah, Soul, return then quick
• to ane;
Arid, ageing all, all ma What thou.dolit
sea,"
Then epee my Soul; "I go in bush of
night,
'Whilst the earth aluntbereth will i
take my flight
Through starry acme, soaring o'er
clouds of earth,
To Land, Celestial of Bright' Spirit's
birth,"
4 * # M M
In glad expectancy I long did wait,
Then said; "Beloved,., why tarricet eo
late?
Fersakest thou thine own for one more
fair,
Or in glad ecstaoy art ling'ring'there?"
A hush! A flutt'ring of pinions white,
A glorious radiance of celestial light;
Then voice' 1n cadence sweet, and pe -
cent clear,
Thrilling my senses, smote upon mine
ear:
"The iand, beloved, is a fair land and
blest,
'Tie weary Pilgrims' baron of glad
rest;
A land of glory ne'er to mortals told,
Ile river crystal and its gates of gold.
"But thou .art of eartb, beipved, and
must wait,
For mortal neer may enter through
the gate;
But graven On this Soul thine image
deep,
Rent thee awhile, beloved, vat thee
In sleep."
The Master calleth me and I must go,
'Tie thought of leaving thee that
grieves me eel
Hush thee, mine own! Glad tryst
with thee P11 keep
At marning's dawn—till then, belayed
sleep,
—Ed' e Carr Pearce.
Southsea, Eng.
The Calm Mind.
The best intellectual labor is not ac-
complished in a frenzy. To reason
wisely and decide aright one should
be able to withdraw into the depths of
the inner consciousness, as though to
the heart of ea mountain vale_or the
ancient forest; and there formulate'
ideas undisturbed by "man's fitful up-
roar mingling with his toil."
But in the quest of the places that
are silent and removed we shall not
be successful in the attainment of any
sense of peace if we carry a restless
and feverish spirit upon the trail.
Some people could never end peace,
nor make it for any one else, where -
ever they might be. For they bring
strife and discontent where they in-
trude. They represent an infinite po-
tentiality for being unhappy and for
spreading unhappiness.
A calm wind is always wanted in the
conduct of business, even as it is the
acceptable leaven of ordered and de-
corous society. What captain of In-
dustry long holds his place if he can-
not control himself? What tenacity
can there be in friendship, including
that deepest friendship of marriage,
when there are constant outbursts of
petulant temper and infantile exhibi-
tions of nervous Instability? The most
phlegmatic among us cannot endure
the strain of constant close associa-
tion with those who repeatedly give
the emotional vacillations
way to ha
which it is the aim .of education and
the triumph of character to subdue.
Yet to preserve an appearance of
unruffled placidity as the index of a
mind 1n perfect balance and at ease .15
not the supremely important thing. To
wear the face of the Sphinx is nothing
unless there are qualities of soul and
intellect behind the countenance.
Melely to be silent is only to be
stupid. Anybody can be static, any-
body can vegetate, anybody can be
counted among those present and
count in no other way.
The value of keeping a calm mind
and .using it is that it may reach a de-
cision worth while, after processes of
rational consideration, to the end that
action proceeding from the decision,
may be something far better than the
outcome of mere sound and fury. The
world ie no longer tooled by a specious
appearance of thought and action. It
looks for the ultimate issue, the finish-
ed product of apparatus set la motion
by an idea, inaudible. and invisible,
in a cool and quiet mind.
No Glasses Could Help His .Casa
A Sheffield man, says the Tatler,
thinking his sight was failing, went in-
to an optician's shop for advice.
"Can you readthat?" asked the op•
tictan, pointing to a card on the wall
"No," replied the man.
Tile optician accordingly gave him.
stronger glasses, "Well," he inquired,
"can you read it now?"
The matl'shoolt his head, "No, not
a word," he replied. After repeating
the performance several Limas the op.
titian was about to give him up' to dos-
pair, when the man explained:
"Yon see, sir, 1 never learned to.
read:'
0
Three hundrod tons of the best rag
paper are used in producing ane year's
supply of British stamps, numbering
seven hundred million,
Entertaining the Aries.
A' ang the ett'ange a 1 antliree of Educational Sy'sEel�tl!t$
the war wee that of the crew of a Sri-
ttsh transport that was stink in the Relation to Mtaaic
Mediterranean by a German aubmer-
inc,• The Geruaan captain melted ther
vtatims ot his torpedo and set them Time 15 real Imo al music appl'icla-
ashore on the African met, where ion study tht'onghout our educational
they became the prisoners 01 a band eyatem, The splendid deeelopmenta
of Senussi Arabs. Capt. 11, 0, Civet- in Pabllm achoal mule work increase
kin -Williams, the commander of tete rather than (amuse the importance
transport, has told the story In hie .ofgiving to ear unlvorsityan and
appoxcollegeuntty
Prisoners of the Red Desert. Recount man and women alnlilar opportunity,
ling hie ownthe experiences with curl• Thera is used fax t
ons and aimplo-minded Bedouns, be whereby every student will at Least be-
wrttes; 0011,0 familiar with the Milton and the
For the rest of the morning I. wan Shakespeare, the Dante, Mollere and
dragged round and exhibited at the Selriilei' ot Music, as well as with the
various tents, Hauch as dancing bears melodramas.
uaed to be exhibited in England, and • Music afferde us pleasure welch we
nay uniform and the tattoos with continue to enjoy throughout our lives.
which my arms are covered were dia. Many of the eubieeta which we include
played with much pride. I smiled andin our university and collage courses
tried to ingratiate myself with the to. have as their basic eiaim the font that
habitants, but my first smile was at, they lead toward citizenship, a larger
most my undoing—for .1 have a gold understanding of lite and its problems
tooth!' The sight of so much wealth and toward(aa enrfehed enjoyment of
—for to those incredibly pear people the world around us, To no other
a gold tooth meant real riches ---at study do tbeae arguments apply more
once excited their cupidity, and they adequately than to the study of music.
appeared to consider that the removal Except the daily newspapers, the num-
of my head was the simplest method bar of people who listen to music is
of obtaining the treasure. Seeing how greater than those who read. It is a
the wind blew, I thereupon hastened more frequent source of enjoyment
to assure them that the object of their than the reading o1 books. But now
avaricewasnot gold, and I intimated do we listen? Are we getting the
that it was in reality' braes or some most out of music?
sueh base metal. They believed me,' The best kind o1 music 1n the home
for they could not credit any human; is home-made. By this I mean that al•
being with employing geld so extrava-1though mustc brought to tite home
gently; but from that moment on the through various mechanical and elec-
display of my tooth was added to my trical means is a constant source of
other assets for "showing -off" pur- joy t0 thousands, the greatest tun in
Rosea, I music comes from making it oneself.
Wean my pantomimic interrogation, Mechanical music of the best sort 10
was finished, and my uniform, tattoos an invaluable asset in the home. The
and belongings had been duly studied,' phonograph has worked a revolution
Hassan looked at me and said the one in musical taste in Canada, while it
ward, "Legllan." 'When he had re- is important to remember that player
peated it several times Igathered that, piano rolls have delighted thousands.
he meant that I was Englisia, and I; Moreover, . many leading teachers are,
assented. Tbey thenwhistled loudly .constantly 'using the player piano as
and flapped their arms atter the man -i a model, with hand -played records, to
Her of a bird in flight. There was no: help pupils get various ideas of inter.
mistaking the pantomime; they were pretation.
obviously suggesting that I was an I But the great joy in music comes
"escapee." I gave assent and men-: from being able to play or sing. Nor
tioned the words "BirHakklm"; where- can one's understanding of music
at All Beeson with his fore -flinger reachits highest level in most cases
drew down the lower eyelid of ha , until the music itself has passed
right eye, exposing the eyeball. That through the mind and out at the finger
is the Eastern method of winking or tips.
showing incredulity, and I responded Says a leading educationist concern -
by making a grimace. To my astral- lag the value of music: "I cannot
ishment they both roared with laugh.' think of an ideal home as being with"•
ter and made me repeat the gesture, out music, for it would be surely very
which was evidently new to them, incomplete without, it, To me the
Seeing their unfailing delight' at its I beauty ot music cannot be described
repetition, I then assumed several t in words. There seems to be no state
other facial expressions; hauteur, die.' of mind that one can be in in which
dein, withering contempt, supercilious-' music is not welcome. Even in the
news, vanity and the like. I was a 'Bible we read that David played on
made man! Never was' comic actor � the harp for Saul to quiet his troubled
halt so appreciated as I in that Be.: mind. We need music every day in
donln camp of the Red Desert! My I our home mare than any other place
fame at once spread through the vii -for the good of mind and body:
lase, and I was once mare taken from ; "The benefits of music are also
tent to tent, My uniform and tattoos . reaching hospitals, the Homes of the
now became only a side show; but as ' sick, and busy people atter a hard
a facial contortionist I at once rose to' day's work find It refreshing to come
tame as the star turn of the Libyan' home and heits soothing strains.
Desert. No mora did i squat humbly hem ` "We also enjoy music in our homes
in the dual I was given the seat of of learning—the schools. The school
honor, and, having duly performed in orchestra and the songs we sing in as -
turn to each delighted family gather- sembly make us feel more like Mart-
ins,
tarting, I was liberally rewarded with Seg out an the day's study in an ex -
handfuls of dates and bowls of mine 1 cellent mood."—Aeolus, in Canadian
Even then I could not help smiling toChild.
myself at the thought of how those i
grave and stately gentlemen -who
adorn the admiralty at Whitehall Made Famous 'by Foods.
would regard that novel method of It is surprising how many eatables
earning a living, especially by ons In ars associated with particular places
their own employ, who held, moyeover, in the old land, We are all familiar
the exalted rank of captain in His
Majesty's nary!
with Yorkabire pudding,
Norfolk
dumpingsCornish past!es,
Devon -
Floods Faint and Drainage. shire cream, Yarmouth bloaters, Bath
s g buns, Banbury cakes, Everton toffee,
The Hoods which caused so much Eccles cakes, Chelsea buns, Cambridge
damage and inconvenience in Paris in sausages, Cheddar cheese, Dundee
January are no new thing in the his- marmalade, Canterbury lamb; and
tory of the French capital. Genoa cake, but there are scores of
One historic flood was in 1206, when others with smaller areas at appeal.
the water reached the second -floor There are other eatables which ars
windows of the houses. To stop its associated with a place but not called
ravages the Abbe of St. Denis march- by its name. For instance, few visit
ed to the edge of the invading river at ars to Richmond fail to sample its
the head et a procession of bare-footed famous "Maids-ot-Honor;' whilst every"
friars, carrying sacred images, and body knows that the Sally Lunn is in -
gave the fined his benediction. This separably connected with Bath, just
may have been misiuterpreted, how- as junket is with Devon and "parkin"
ever, tor the waters, apparently en- with Lancashire,
couraged rather than deterred, did not Piccadilly is said to have derived its
subside until three weeks after the peculiar name from one of these kr
ceremony. callzed eatables. It be not very long
Now we pin our taith to rather dif- sines the area now covered with hotels
ferent methods, thanks to 'which we and clubs consisted of green fields(
believe thae floods of to -day are less where on holidays many people resort
terrible than those of former Ulnae. ed. Here they consumed it cake
This, et least, was the faith of an old known as Piecadillas, These confect.
Scottish beggar, who once suocesstully tions attained to such celebrity that
!teaseled to the generosity of the then they .gave their name to the street
Mr, lir, Arthur James Balfour, In the days that was baht on the fields,
ot the fetter's Premiership. In return
for the alms he volunteered the pro-
phwecy it would rain for seventy A London Song -Bird.
to "Impossible!" exclaimed the then Te -day amid the grime I heard
Prune Miniator. "Tho world was A thrush that "railed in laic cngo
flooded in forty days." Sea blithe, so pitiful; it stirred
wisea' sae weel drained then as it is
"Ay," replied the old moa, "but it
My human heart almost to rage
That God should lot Hit woodianfi
creatures "free
To languish an inedreb captivity.
Hoo."
Due to a jellyfish gettirtg spread And Something Snugged.
out over an inlet pipe twolvo inches "Why'd the violinist shake the 11 tle
in diameter; a targe steamer was re- girl'he was 00 sweet our
cantly held up for sixteen hours in"She was always stringing bleu, you
Durban harbor. know."
Than, as I' listened, out there thrilled
The answer from that shameful box
Of wire and wood, where Bravery
trilled
Loud to the world this paradox:
"Souls ; oft soar . sigh+est on a gt•te!-
• clipped 'wing,
And many a heart mut break ere it
oaa sing."
—_Stephen Stothest.
From physlolen to Peet.
Dr, Robert Bridges, England's paid
laureate, began lite as a physician ant
became a- professional poet only lit
tniddta ago,,