A BLIND MAN
When I was young and full ot
glee,
I ne’er once thought that Mind
I’d be.
But sad it is, while d: ''
reigns,
I know I never shall see again.
I lost all hope some time ag .
My vision’s gone, as you all
know—
So come dear friends and give
me cheer,
I’m sad and lonely sitting here.
I’ve sat and sighed for seven
years,
And in that time shod many
tears.
It’s grief and sorrow to my
soul—
God pity all that’s blind and
old.
My burden’s great, and hard
to bear,
For I am weak and in despair
So come my friends and sing a
song
The dreary days won’t seem so
long.
Oh, could 1 see the light of
day,
Yes, even see to go my way—
What misery you cannot tell;
All shackled in my dungeon
cell.
I love my wife, my girls and
boys,
I see them not, but hear their
voice.
I love my friends and kinfolks
well—
I love them more than tongue
can tell.
I have a sister far away,
She came to see me one =weet
day.
When she was here, I was so
glad,
But when she left I was so sad.
I have three babes that’s gone
to rest.
They’re now7 in Heaven with
the blest
I know7 I’ll meet them if I pre
pare—
The Good Bock says “No
blind ones there.”
I’ll bring my story to an end
With wishes best, to all I sen*!,
Ami think of you as friends so
kind—
So now good bye, I’ll end my
rhyme.
R. A. CLARK.
OFFICERS CAPTURE STILL
| McCrary, Ark., March 21.—
i Deputy Sheriff E. E. Jeffries
J and Constable J. L- Bronte of
this place have captured a
still which they say was locat
ed on Will Ball’s farm several
miles northeast of this place
'at the he me *of Judd Brice. The
outfit was cleverly constructed.
It consisted of a 25-gallon
metal tank, which contained
several gallons of whiskey, a
gasoline stove, two gasoline
feed pipes of a Ford car, a
farmer’s water keg and a 25
galicn can full of mash. With
the exception of the stove the
outfit w'as.hidden in the house
and barn. The mash was
found in the upper story of the
house.
The still had been in opera
tion just a few hours before
the arrival of the officers, as
the whiskey and mash were
still warm. The operator was
evidently apprised of the com
ing of the officers and made his
escape. Part of the still and
whiskey were brought to this
place and turned over to
Sheriff Bill Wilkes of Augus
ta.
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| provide the rules:
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1 pi i vide one nest for every four
| hens.
2. Gather the eggs twice
daily.
3. Keep the eggs in a cool,
dry room or cellar.
4. Market the eggs at least
twice a week.
5- Sell, kill or confine all
male birds as soon as the
hatching season is over.
640 ACRES BRINGS $48,000
Newport March 19.—One of
the largest deals in farm lands
reported recently in Jackson
county, the purchase price
being $48,000- Norman C.
Wolff, Charles M . Rice and
Mrs. Nannie Goldman trustees
of if the estate of Isaac Gold
man, deceased, were the par
ties making the sale to George
II. Ghurchman of Tuckerman.
The farm is highly cultivated,
with several acres in market
able timber lands.
HAVE PURPOSE IN WALKING
Noted American Authors Gather Ideas
While on Pedestrian Touts Over
the Country Roads.
The other day in a little literary
gathering upstairs over a bookstore in
Sun Francisco, Bailey Millard writes in
San Francisco Bulletin, I heard one
more or less famous California author
say to another:
“I hear you have bought an automo
bile. I suppose that's the end of those
celebrated walks of yours.”
“Not at all," was the reply of the
writer addressed. “It only extends
them.”
“How's that?”
“Well, I have had my machine more
than six months. I find that an auto
mobile is a line thing to take you to
some place like the Marin hills, whore
you can go and get a good walk."
Writers as a rule are walkers. They
do not necessarily walk because they
write, nor do they write because they
walk; hut almost any of them will
tell you that walking, even along a
dull street in town, is inspirational. II
would seem as if a writer’s legs, mov
ing steadily and rhythmically, pump
out of his Inner consciousness ideas
that eventually get upon the printed
page.
Lean as a grnyhound and brown as
a berry, Julian Hawthorne was walk
ing along a country road near Poe's
old home In Fordham. I happened to
he accompanying him, but was saving
very little, for the son of the famous
Nathaniel seemed to be in what our
good old bromides call a “brown
study.”
Of a sudden lie left my side and
darted up a bypath through tin
woods, springing up t lie hillside
like a deer. After a few minutes lie
came tearing down again, .apologizing
for his sudden freak by saying:
“1 saw a half-formed idea floating
about and thought I would chase it
down. It was a mythical Idea and a
tough one. I have it now and I’m go
ing to put it into a story.”
Henry Lewis and David Graham
Phillips, two authors with whom I was
well acquainted during the latter years
of their lives, both took long walks
nearly every day and often I accom
panied them. While they walked they
talked and in the case of Phillips it
was wonderful talk. In New York
city we used to walk from the Players’
club In Gramerey park, not far from
Phillips’ home, to Nineteenth street
and to Forty-second street and buck
again, always along dingy old Fourth
avenue. Sometimes we would tramp
along as far ns Fifty-ninth street and
then over the Central park paths.
Phillips told me that but for his
walks lie never would have been able
to write his novels.
Britain Fighting Rats.
It) England, where the scarcity of
food during the war was a much mo.rr
serious matter than In this country,
they have been giving much more at
tention to measures to prevent t lie
depredations of rats, and a concrete
corn crib is coming into general use
throughout great Britain, which will
keep the grain in good condition and
at the same time keep tiio rats out.
The interior of the crib is built of
concrete blocks with holes in them for
ventilation of the building. The floor
is of solid concrete, and on the sides
where the blocks have openings the
inside of the structure is covered with
mesh. The trench in the center of the
floor Is built so that the extension
feeder of the corn sheller can be
placed in it when shelling out the crib
Short pieces of board are laid ovoi
this trench, nnd ares removed as fas!
ns the com can be shelled. This
trench is a labor-saving feature ol
this corn crib. It has been found bj
the modern farmer that concrete is
the only effective wuy of lighting rats
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IT WAS a rotten night
RAIN, WIND, mud, slush.
AND AFTER a hard day.
IT MADE rue sore.
TO GET all dolled up.
JUST TC go calling.
ON A pair of fish.
I NEVER coulrl see.
BUT ORDERS Is orders.
FROM FRIEND wife.
AND “GEE,” 1 said.
“THIS IS a bum life.”
THEN THE phone rang.
AND THE party was off.
I CLIMBED out Quick.
FROM THE soup and fish.
INTO THE easy clothes.
AND SAT by the fire.
TOASTING MY toes.
AND WATCHING my wife.
QUIETLY KNITTING away.
IN THE firelight
AND I Leard the rain.
BEAT AT the windows.
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AND THE winter wind.
HOWL AROUND.
AND I stretched out
IN THE old arm chair.
TOOK UP a book.
LIT ONE of thoso clgaret.t#t,
THAT “SATISFY.”
AND SAID, "Oh, Man.
IT’S A great old life.” t
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- t,,mes- Lut in fair weather or foul,
you vo got a lean-to if you’ve got
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