From the Rock Island Argus, February 8, 1913. By S. E. Kiser. There’s a lot of folks who always keep a-growlin’ at the rich; Every man who has a million they’d have put in boilin’ pitch; They will not forgive a person who contrives to get along But I don’t believe that havin’ lots of cash is always wrong. Mind I don’t pretend to argue that the rich are always right; There are lots of men with millions that have souls as black as night; But I’ve studied the thing over, and I guess there’s one thing sure: It’s no sign a man is noble just because he’s keepin’ poor. I’ve a sort of crazy notion that there may be here and there Some rich man who’ll go to heaven and secure a crown to wear For I’ve met some wealthy people as I’ve traveled round about That I don’t believe that heaven can afford to do without. And I’ve got another notion which I’d like to have you know- All the poor may go to heaven; I can’t half believe it, though. There are poor men who are worthy, but I can’t help feelin’ sure That you’ll not get past St. Peter just because you have been poor.