Judge — January 10, 1920 — page 11: what you’re looking at

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\ L kK Ovp Year Wie Now We Dismiss Tuat Pu: Att tue Worip We The Late Year By Wau Mlustration by NOTHER year, with youthful bloom has come, a while to linger; the year '19 is in its tomb—the year that was a dinger. We watched it shrivel up and die, by lantern dimly burning; and no one seemed to heave a sigh, or yearn for its returning. Although it left us wiser men, and had its moments sunny, we would not have it back again for any sum of money. It may seem better when it’s viewed from distance far and hazy, the year when all the world was stewed, and all the people crazy. What hopes we had twelve months ago! The New Year, warmly greeted, seemed sent to drive away the woe that made us frozen feeted. And all the sages in our town believed the worst was over; “this year the world will settle down,” they said; “we'll be in clover. We'll all get back to normal ways, and cease our frenzied drooling, and sow our prunes and thresh our maize, and quit all kinds of fooling. The war has left us out of gear, our landmarks all are busted; but this new lovely, lustrous year will see all things adjusted.” Alas, the wise prophetic skate must walk on pathways slippy; and we bewail the year of fate when, all the world went dippy. We thought the working man would go, with cheery chirp and whistle, to ply the anvil or the hoe, and ppune the growing thistle. The carpenter would gayly carp, nor ask for wages vt Mason Ratpu Barton bigger; the bard inspired would swat his harp with forty kinds of vigor. The woodman, in his rustic garb, would wield his ax and wedges; the barber would proceed to barb, and trim the human hedges. And all would toil with glee and vim, with optimism splendid, for war, the monster vile and grim, with al! its woe was ended And so we wore our gladdest smiles, and kept the old town humming, and cried, while throwing up our tiles, “There is a great time coming!” Alas, the road that |. head was fierce and rough and rutty; and now we plant the year that's dead, when all the world went We thought all men would feel so gay, since Peace had gained its inning, that they would put brass knucks away, and cut out strife and sinning. The plutocrat would fold his arms about the humble toiler; the buyer'd sce the seller’s charms. the spoiled would love the spoiler. The lion with the lamb would lie, the wolf would woo the rabbit, and Peace, that was not born to die, would soon become a habit These thoughts we thunk a year ago, and thought them based on reason, when that new year, across the snow, came in, all cold and freezin’, We saw our visions disappear to strains of “Annie Rooney”; now we dismiss that punk old year when all the world went looney. comicbooks.com