With His Badge of Authority in His Hand and a Train of Wide-Eyed Indian Girls Behind Him. From the Evening Star, July 7, 1912.
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Poem from the Evening Star, June 30, 1912. By S. E. Kiser.
Poem from the Evening Star, June 3, 1912.
"The stage should depict society as it really exists," said the serious person.
"Yes," replied Miss Cayenne, "but it doesn't. One the contrary, society tries to imitate the songs, dances and dialect of the stage."
Poem from the Evening Star, June 2, 1912. By S. E. Kiser.
"Why did you elect that man president of your great corporation? He doesn't know a thing about the actual workings of the business."
"That's just the point," replied the legal expert. "He'll be just the man to stand cross-examination in case of an investigation."
"That office boy of mine is terribly sensitive," said Mr. Milder.
"How do you know?"
"Every time one of his relatives dies he has to go to a ball game to get his mind off his sorrow."
Poem from the Evening Star, May 26, 1912.
Telling a little boy that he may be President some day sounds, just in the present era of verbal onslaught, like putting an unkind wish on the lad.