Poetry
Road to Harper's Ferry
BY wayside proof we near the place
Where the deep-set eyes and the storm-beat face Gazed from the gallows' Pisgah-height.
But life is jazzy and life is merry ; Life is a lounge with a Lucky* handy ;
Life is oysters and all that's " yummy,"
A carted beast with a well-lined tummy.
Life has forgotten the day-long fight, Body that moulders, spirit that smoulders, Soul that goes marching on from its stroke
Whereat two nations, to arms awoke.
Tree unto tree, the miles repeat
" Tootsie Wafers " and " John Brown Candy " (" We candygram it from Harper's Ferry "). " Reach for a Lucky* instead of a sweet."
EDWARD THOXPSON.
• A eigarettO much esteemed by young ladies in America..