NOT that there are not “other eyes In Spain” as bright as yours can be, But that no eyes in all the world Can ever seem as bright to me.
Not that there are not lips as sweet Kissed daily by each separate wind, But that no other lips to me Can seem so sweet, can be so kind.
Sweetheart, I own myself your slave Because you own yourself my thrall; I—with so little, dear, to give; You—who so gladly give me all.
Reginald Wright Kauffman.
What Buzz-Saw Morgan Thinks
BY W. S. MORGAN
PATERNALISM is preferable to infernalism.
When the gentleman with the cloven hoof collects what is coming to him there won’t be many bag barons left.