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Any one interested in frrigation can obtain information by writing him or the company. They are now prepared to fill all orders promptly, Address Kimbrough and Skinner Irrigation Co., LAKELAND,FLORIDA BB EDDH § 3 SEEDEPHIDTPbBEtbe ] G C Barton, President G. C Rogan, Vice Pres, W. T, Sammon Treasurer Wm. Steitz, Secretary POLK COUNTY DEVELOPMENT CO. CAPITAL STO K $300,000 A New and Unque Bond This Company is 1ssuing a series of $150,000 of Partici- pating Bonds on 7,500 acres of land near Lakeland. These bonds are redeemable in any of the land at any time. They Boigosicge bear 6 per cent interest for ten years, payable semi-an- nually, which is evidenced and guaranteed by Coupons attached. . HUGH LARMON s General Sales Manager Rooms 1 and 2, Deen & Bryant Bldg. Lakeland, Florida. BEPBERDDPHEDDBODDESODBODEE BREBEPEDBEPBESEHEHDEDH BB Learmnlo dress well-it pays. We've got the Pundy clothes SOMETHING EVERY DAY R T B e ra SATURDAY, AUGUST 1st Every Swaw Hat in the: Sore te go ar $1.00 Nothing reserved and nothing chazged at this price. Our Suiis end Pants are cut away down in Price, so don’t forget to come around and take a lock. e "~ b | BBeRaRy Levan The Home of art Schaffrer Marx Clothing ! I | | | mnE ¥ JOo. § THE EVENING TELEGRAM LAKELAND, FLA. JULY 30, 1914, COTPPECOSITO00000 HER GLOCHY POEM By HAROLD CARTER. “What can I do for you, madam?” in- quired Jim Bryce, editor of the “Four Corners Seatinel,” as the little old ady approached his desk timidy. “I want you to publish a poem on my daughter Jane,” she said. “I writ it myself. I hadn't thought I had the gift of poetry till I was along on sev- enty, but when Jane took mad and died up to the asylum it sort of loos- ened me up.” Jim Bryce, being only twenty-five, and sympathetic by nature, took the ill-scrawled manuscript and read as follows: God held thee, Jane! Buch pains ghe had 1at she in half a year In a prison housed: many a doleful song Made of wild words. her cup of wrong She fearfully caroused. TFarewell, and when thy days are told, 1ll-fated Ja n hallowed mould Thy corpse 1 buricd be; For thee a fi Aad all the e A Christian “Excellent, madam,” said Jim Bryce diplomatically, “but don't you think it is a little too gloomy for the ‘Senti- nel’ to publish?” “Gloom does folks good,” said the old lady. Jesides, 1 want to get my name printed. I haven't never had any of my poems printed yet, and if folks likes this I've got nigh on a “Now Then, When's That Poem of Mine Going to Appear?” quire of 'em I'll bring around to you."” Jim dismissed little old Mrs. Saun- derson with a sort of promise, but. when she was gone, he sat scratching his head in perplexity. He was a young man and had a young man's ambition to make his p2per a medium of culture in Four Corners. And to print such doggerel as that would be to hold up the “Sentinel” to contempt and execration. Perhaps, being a young man, he overestimated the popular apprecia- tion of poetry in his native town. At any rate, he could not bring himsel? to insert jt. He laid it aside in a pigeon-hole. “Why hain’t my poem apneared in| the ‘Sentinel’ this week?” inquired lit- tle Mrs. Saunderson, meeting the edi- tor on the street the day after the weekly’s next appearance. “Why, Mrs. Saundersen, T thought I'd better hold it over a while,” swered Jim. “You know we ar etocked with contributions of all kinds and it is a little difficult Mrs. Saunderson cut him short. “All izht, . Bryce, T'll wait till next 1. “Only it's sort of we e 8t dicappointing, bec why it hain't been That was t of nightmare f » folks is asking week, after the i out, he lived in te r little old woman with her persister questions. He went home through | flde streets, h" dl figure in black b seemed to develop an cf knowing when vanced age w rer. Fortur the “Sentine lication w flights of s was asthm However, the fs be postponed her three times of meeting the every little | i nd ha v instinet of ad- | ac in which 1 for pub. | at the top of two high | 's, and Mrs. Saunderson | | ue could not 1(‘1\-:‘ He had encc untered | nd each time he | Y o He had ! a promise that the poem siould appear in the next issue of his paper. And he felt driven against the wall; he saw no escape except to de- liver such a brutal blow as should put an end to her persecution forever, Come what might, he could not give such 1 to the educated readers of the “Sentinel.” He was ceated in his office about four o'clock on the afternoon succeed- ing the ¢ N when can I do for 1 toc You ought to Fnew well enough why I eom the old wo- man, holding her s and panting. “Just wait till I get my wind again, ' | after adjusting the rope according to | ened by a frightened cry, and then | ban home to the city one morning, ac _— | There! I'm feeling better now. )ly,; but those stairs are steep. Now then, | when’s that poem of mine going to appear?” | “Why, Mrs. Saunderson, wouldn't‘ you like to try us with something a little less gloomy ?” inquired Jim. “You know,” he added, with what seemed a clever thought, “often the best poets in the world find difficulty in having their earlier work accepted.” “Accepted? But you have accepted it!” shrilled Mrs. Saunderson. “Well, madam, an accepted poem has to wait till it can find its p]u(‘e."‘ said Jim. “You see, we have so much news nowadays, with the political campaign coming on—" ! “Jim Bryce,” said the old woman, “when you was a little boy I found you | sitting in my apple tree eating one of my County Greens, and when I axed what you were doing there you said | you'd gone up to see if it was a-going to rain, and you was eating an applei that you'd found in the grass. And it's | my bellief that you're prevaricating now, just as you did then. Come, speak up like & man and tell me when that‘ poem's going to appear.” | “Never!” answered Jim angrily. “I| didn’t want to hurt your feelings, but, | since you insist, it isn't good enough for the ‘Sentinel.’” ! “It isn't, eh?” mocked the old lady, producing a small volume from under her arm and opening it. “Read that.” Jim Bryce looked at the volume, It was the Poems of Wordsworth, and, on the page indicated, he found the two stanzas, intact, except that the' original version had the name Ruth | instead of Jane. i Wordsworth! He stared incredu- lously at the verses. Certainly they did look better on the printed page. But Wordsworth! ! “Now, I've caught you fair, Jim Bryce,” sald Mrs. Saunderson. “They ' told me an editor didn’t know good | poetry from bad, and I thoughtI'd try | you out, and I've done so. Now you | can't find no ekcuse for refusing to; print my verses.” ! She pulled a bulky package fx'oml under the bombazine. “Here's one on our calf, Sally, what took sick but is getting better,” she sald, unfolding the scrawly papers. | “And here's one to the new moon. And here's one about my grandson Willlam, on cutting his first tooth. | And here's one on our pet rooster, | what came to an untimely end through Steve's axe, by accident—no joke in- | tended. And here’s one ‘Why Art ! Thou Old, My Soul?" " Jim Bryce rose to the occasion, “Mrs. Saunderson,” he said, “you have deceived me. Worse, you have decelved the ‘Sentinel” Had I printed ! that poem—which I knew not to be | original, though I could not locate the , source for the time—I should have been the laughing-stock of the county. | Mrs. Saunderson, the ‘Sentinel’ can no longer consider contributions from ! you.” And at this ultimatum, hurled with the utmost indignation, Jim freed the “Sentinel” from Mrs. Saunderson for- ever. (Copyright, 1914, by W, G. Chapman.) ROPE ON THE WRONG TOE Mr. Benner's Little Mistake Probably Required a Considerable Amount of Explanation, some alarm clocks, Senator Jacob H. Speaking of the unreliability of;? Gallinger of New Hampshire said he I was reminded of a party named Sam Benners. 3 Sam, who was a great gunner, made | % arrangements to go on a hunting trip | & at an early hour in the morning, but, [ % having no faith in alarm elocks, he | sought the services of the night cop [ on the corner. & “Jim,” said he, instructing the cop, | & { “when I go to bed tonight I am going | & to tle one end of a cord around my ‘f | big toe and throw the other end out | of the window. At four o'clock in the \'(;, morning I want you to pull on the | rope and keep on pullng until I tell | ¥ you to stop.” & “All right, Sam,” smiled the police- : man, “you will find me on the job.” Late that night Sam crawled in, and | schedule, he was soon in the land of dreams. 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