Evening Republican, Volume 15, Number 248, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 20 October 1911 — AN Ode to the Tightwad. [ARTICLE]

AN Ode to the Tightwad.

The tightwad has a pile of wealth in safety salted down; he’s gathered in the scads by stealth from every end of town. He’s loaded down with bonds and stocks, mortgages and deeds, and when he takes his daily walks, some victim’s bosom bleeds. The man who, gets within bls mesh no mercy need implore; he’ll always have his pound of ’ flesh, then look around for more. To add a dollar to his stock, he’d risk his granite head; he’d turn the widow from her shack, the sick man from his bed. I’d rather knaw at husks and stones and grovel in a den, than have a pile of shining bones that’s wrung from needy men. When you have lost your wad of dough, and all your plans are wrecked; you then may to the poor house 8°» and keep your self respect, but if you torture folks in debt, through all the grinding years, and rake in dollars moist with sweat and blood and woman’s tears, you’ll learn to hate yourself, some day, when death Is drawing nigh; and when they file your bones away, no one will heave a sigh.