The commoner. (Lincoln, Neb.) 1901-1923, May 17, 1912, Page 13, Image 15

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    13
MAY 17, 1912
The Commoner.
Men
It is easy to plan and easy to scheme
When the toil of the day is done.
It is easy to think and easy to dream
Of the glories yet to he won.
But the man who wins is the man
who digs
Away at his daily stunt,
And takes each task as it comes to
hand,
Keeps working away to beat the
band.
The while with a smiling front.
It is easy to dream of heroic deeds
And long for a chance to do
Some wondrouB task that the nation
needs
And get in the public view.
But the man who's cast in humble
place
And sees that each duty's done,
Is the man who stands fo. the na
tion's best
And for its strength leads all the
rest
In the victories it has won.
It is easy 'to gaze with a dreamy eye
On glories we long to win,
On the battlefield, 'neath the flame
swept sky,
In the midst of the battle's din.
But we're needing more men in the
present age
Who'll bid all the war dins cease;
Who will stand forth steady and
staunch and true,
And day 'after day -a strong man's
work do
In the world-wide marts of peace.
struck out in de last half o' de nint'
yistorday wit' two out, do bases full,
an' two runs needed t tio an' free t'
win. It's me f'r do cyclone collar
w'on dat happens."
watch tells you it is time to be hik
ing for home if you expect to get
there before it is pitch dark, then
he begins in a manner that makes
you think the great-grandfather of
all bullheads is there with his family.
You leave feeling sure that if you
could have remained another hour
or two you could have caught a
beautiful string.
Mr. Bullhead is not so much for
looks, and ho doesn't kick up much
of a bobbery on being caught, but
he's dependable. He's always ready
to do his part towards making it
bearable for us fellows who can not
always get away to the northern
lakes or the mountain streams, and
have to take ours in bobbing for
bullheads in the creek. Besides, he
isn't so worse when properly skinned
and friend in corn meal. There may
be better fish to eat, but, again,
there are lots worse. He's got the
carp and the buffalo and the shad
beat so far you can't see the distance
'flag behind him. We're strong for
Mr. Bullhead. He has given us many
a pleasant hour, and eased many a
glorious appetite. We are for him
so strong that if somebody will move
to make Mr. Bullhead the emblem of
this great and glorious republic, in
stead of the cowardly, cruel, useless
eagle, we will vociferously second
the motion.
Infinitesimal
A little man puffed up with pride,
Said: "I'll defy the- elements;
I'll triumph o'er the ocean wide,
And I'll dofy the wind and tide
With my own handiwork immense.
So saying ho went forth elate
To match his strength 'gainst na
ture's laws;
Unconscious of his puny weight
In contest with relentless fate,
And found himself outclassed be
cause Man's but an atom, and, of course,
Goes down before Old Nature's
force.
Mistaken
"The man who said that old Bil
kins was a pussyfooted politician is
a prevaricator," remarked Mr. Splff
kins as he limped painfully to his
stool in the business office. '
"He's got that reputation, any
how," said Willikers.
"Well, he got it under false pre
tense." "What makes you think so?"
"I asked his permission to pay
court to his daughter last night, and
I know for sure he's no pussyfoot,"
sighed young Mr. Spiffkins.
Mr. Bullhead
Yes, I've caught many a trout.
I've" felt the thrill of many a strike
from the militant black bass. I've
fought a muskie for what seemed
hours, landed many a red snapper,
battled with many a fierce pike and
dallied with bluefish, cod, mackerel
and the like. I've fished from the
Canadian lakes on the north to the
blue waters of the gulf; from the
Atlantic to the Pacific. In short I
have felt about all the thrills of the
ardent fisherman save those that
have come to men who have battled
with the tuna, the tarpon and the
sea bass. Some day I hope to add
them to my score.
But, just the same, and with due
deference to all the "game fish,"
I want to pay my humble tribute
to the common or garden variety of
bullhead. You don't have to go far
to find him. His kind seems never
to grow scarcer. There is always
one more of him left in lake, pond
or creek. If you can not find the
bait you want, Mr. Bullhead will
tako any old kind you have to offer,
so he's a handy fish to have around.
He is a philosopher after a fashion,
. for he will fit into your moods. If
you are longing for fierce bites and
a quickly disappearing cork some
thing to make your blood circulate
faster, Mr. Bullhead Is most accom
modating. If you are just lazying
away an afternoon, Mr. Bullhead fits
right in, lazily nibbles, leisurely
drags your cork along until you can
awaken from your day dreams, then
hikes just enough to make you jump.
He knows you don't care to fish dur
ing the hot hours of day, and that
, after the first hour or two of early
morning you'd rather lay under the
shade and watch smoke wreaths. So
he goes to sleep with you, coming
out in the evening. He's a practical
joker, too. He lovea to fool around
your bait without biting until your
Those Iconoclasts
It has been shown that Washing
ton was not the real author of his
farewell address, nor Monroe of his
doctrine, nor Sherman of his law.
Presently we shall find out that
Bright never had his disease, nor
Mason and Dixon a line on anything.
And perhaps St. Vitus never danced.
New York Evening Mail.
And maybe Missouri never com
promised anything. The first thing
we know they'll prove that Ghent
never treated anybody, that Dover
never made any powder, that Dar
win never monkeyed with our an
cestry, that William Tell was a deaf
mute, that Reubens was a farmer
and not a painter, that the dogs of
war. are daschunds instead of blood
hounds, that the Ramsey button is
really a safetypin, and that Moses
really plagarized Roosevelt when he
came down out of the mountain with
those tables of stone. Those icono
clasts are likely to do most anything.
Explained
"Look here," growled the irate
manager; "you were late Monday
and Tuesday, and when I called you
down you promised not-to offend
again. Here it is only Thursday
and you are later than ever!"
"I was on time yesterday morn
ing, wasn't I?"
"Yes."
"Well, I meant I wouldn't be late
again, consecutively."
And before the irate boss could
catch his breath the young man was
too deeply immersed in his dally
routine to be disturbed.
The Reason
"Gee, the boss must have been out
late last night. I never saw him
with such a grouch on."
"Nix on the out late stuff, bo,"
remarked tho wise office boy. "Da
main gazabo o dese woiks ain't
workin' off no up-latc-o'-nighta petve
on us."
"Well, what's your explanation?"
"I saw him when Hann&sxm
Honestly, Now
Did you ever have her little
brother hide under tho dofa?
Did you ever experience any very
great trouble in getting the stove
pipe in place?
Did you ever regret seeing your
wife's mother come?
Did you ever object to the price
your wife paid for her new bonnet?
Don't you wish that there wero
more ways of cooking prunes and
fewer ways of making alleged jokes
on that fruit?
promisor's business word is at a dis
count. A square meal is tho best founda
tion for a sermon calculated to save
a hungry man's bouI.
And, of course, if he guessed bad
on his successor ho may bo mistaken
in his estimnte of himself.
It will take more than millions
to compensate for manhood lost
when the supreme test comes.
Summer is approaching, but it will
produce no "closed for the summer
vacation" sign on Satan's workshop.
If these spring days fall to make
you want to grab your rod and
tacklebox it is a sure sign that you
aro either growing old or growing
stale.
These may bo prosaic days, but
every now and then comes proof un
mistakable that "greater love hath
no man than this, that ho lay down
his life for his friend."
A penny makes as much nolso as
a five dollar gold piece when dropped
on the contribution plate, but tho
recording angel makes entry by re
sults, not by sound alone.
We don't know much about it, of
course, but a sportively Inclined
friend of ours says that It takes a
shrewd man to play the game both
ways from the middle. Then he
says that a certain gentleman of
political renown seems to bo doing
it with considerable success.
As an expert in the art of bobbing
for bullheads we insist that there is
no bait quite equal to the common
or garden variety of flshworm. But
wo are not quite so enthusiastic In
our quest of the aforesaid flshworm
as we used to be. It's so much
easier to buy a nickel's worth of
liver.
We'd Rather
Travel thirty miles an hour and
get there simultaneously than to
travel seventy miles ' an hour and
arrive in Installments.
Fly a little lower and land safely
than to fly a mile nigh and have
our friends pass by and remark,
"Doesn't he look natural."
Break fewer records than more
bones.
Arrive hungry in time for dinner
than arrive before breakfast with
out an appetite.
Notice
I have, been unavoidably delayed
In filling orders for my book, "Kid
dies Six," but I hope to catch up be
fore' June 1. Please be patient a
little bit longer. Many have en
closed dollar bills in their letters.
There isn't one chance in a million
that the currency has gone astray.
So do not be uneasy. Your failure
to get your book is my fault, and
I'll correct it very shortly.
A life Line
"Dear Father: Please send me
money enough to get home."
Brain Leaks
The sermon that don't hurt is the
sermon that don't hit.
Tho battlefield is not the only
place that develops heroes.
A lot of precious time Is wasted
in praying for things that are
merely wanted.
Wo have no authenticated record
of a stained glass church window
ever saving a man's soul.
Some day perhaps the broken
political promise will mean that the
America's Host
Famous Songs
How often have you wished for a
book containing the old, old songs;
for after all, tho songs nearest to
our hearts arc the oncB we know an
children and tho onea our children
aro singing today.
"Wo havo just examined a music
folio entitled America' Mont Fa
niouM Souk j theso comprise the
best known songs. Including patri
otic, home, love, southern and folk
songs. Songs like tho following:
Alice, Where Art Thou?
Buttle Cry of Freedom,
Dch Bolt,
Dixie Land,
Gluwy'a WarBlnj?,
Heart Doived Down,
Kathleen Mavourneea,
Iant IIonc of Summer,
Rocked la the Cradle of the Dccy,
WhcH Yob and X Were Young, Haggle,
and CO other universal gongs of
America with music and piano ac
companiment, in large clear print
and on good paper.
Wo havo been so favorably Im
pressed with, this splendid collec
tion of songs, and feel so certain
that nine out of every ten readers
of The American Tlomeitead will
bo anxious to own tho book that we
havo mado arrangements with the
publisher In Now York to reserve a
liberal supply for our readers.
Each subscriber to The Americas
Homeiftead who sends us twenty
fivo cents to pay for a year's sub
scription to tho paper, and ten cents
to pay for wrapping and postago
on tho book of songs will rccelvo
a copy with our compliments.
This offer will hold good as long
as the present edition of tho books
lasts, and requests for tho book will
be filled In the order that they reach
this offlco. Wo caution everyone to
bo prompt In sending for tho book.
If your subscription Is already paid
In advance, tho 25 cents remitted
will still further advance your ex
piration date for one year.
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