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The Busy Probes sat beside my cottage door, and to myself I said, “The sins I pulled in days of yore forgotten are and dead How good it is to know that ‘Time } busy course will keep, and bury every sin and crime a hundred fathoms deep! My ancient sins are lying dead, as dead Homer's Greece, and in my there is no dread, but only perfect peace. I've earned the multitude’s respect. by years of honest toil; my conduct long has been correct, in line with rules of | pl And old and young behold me they say, “God rest you, gaffer dear, and may your days be long!” ‘There came a neighbor to my gate, G. Whillikens “We up against a dreadful fate.” he cried, in anguished tones. “A bunch of probers have appeared, investigating things: if you have chinchbugs in your beard, they'll find it out, by jings. Uncertain is the voter's fame, they'll put him in the wrong: for probing is the indoor game that supersedes mah jongg.”” Our village was a quiet place, well filled with a nt wights; there were no stories of disgrace to keep us up o° nights. We all records dark were planted underground, as we sat whittling in the park, hard by the public pound. And felt free to moralize and roast these modern days, denouncing all the youthful guys who go their jazzy ways. And we could watch the surging bands that sought the movie show, and wring our old and withered hands, and send up shrieks of woe. I hear their voices strong, DeJones; believed — our we But since the probers came to town in grim and solemn groups, our little world is upside down, and peace has looped the loops. For now it’s known to man and maid how once upon a time I beat Si A Book of Answers for July Investors Do you merely know in a general way what a first mortgage real estate bond is? Do you feel that your information is insufficient to per- mit you to invest in this unusually productive form of security? If you are in doubt, mail the coupon below for our booklet, “The Premier Investment,” which is specifically designed to answer all the questions that occur to you regarding Miller First Mortgage Bonds. The book is unusually clear and interesting. It will show you, too, how to get up to 7% on your money—safely. Make this July’s investments pay you 7% G. L, MILLER & COMPANY, Inc. 112 Carbide and Carbon Building 30 East 42nd Street, New York Please send me, without obligation, book: let “The Premier Investment,” with circular describing a 7c Miller Bond Issue. Name Address. City and State Jenkins in a trade—a trade that was a crime. I traded him a spavined mule, and claimed that it was sound, and down the street and by the school the tale is bruited round. Old Si is sleeping in the », the mule is turned to glue; why resurrect this ancient tale, e’en though it’s strictly true? And when the even- “Baby Bunting.” | G.L.MICcER = G. | 112 Carbide and Carbon Bldg. | 30 East 42nd Street I New York | | Philadelphia Pittsburgh St. Louis Buffalo Adanta Memphis Knoxville tide is cool my friends in passing stop, and ask me if I have a mule that I would like to swap. The pastor of the People’s Kirk was loved by one and all, for he had done a noble work, though his reward was small. “Here is a man,” we used to say, “whose record has no taint; he’s journeyed all the weary way like some old-fashioned saint.” But soon the probers dug up proof he'd jumped a boarding bill, escap- ing by the kitchen roof, and by the win- dow sill. It spoiled his usefulness, alas, this tale of roofs and sills, for sermons seem like sounding brass from one who dodges bills. The town is full of wintry gents, who once were rightly proud; and now they look like twenty cents, a sad, bedraggled crowd. to have whi And some insist that it is good the truth made known, the I see them knock on wood—they've records of their own. But I would let old stories die, nor point to them with scorn, and I would let the dead things lie until the Judgment morn. War Mason. as Before Marriage “You are such a wonderful man.” After Marriage “Gee, but you think you're wonder- ful.”