Evening Republican, Volume 21, Number 68, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 29 March 1918 — IN OUR TOWN. [ARTICLE]

IN OUR TOWN.

It’s hard for us to realize that war is daily roaring, that every minute some one dies, that blood in rills is pouring. Things go along the same old way as they’ve been going always; the lawyers climb, day after day, their grimy stairs and hallways. The little boys are playing ball, as are the larger fellows, and in the musty music hall the public speaker bellows. The merchant prince is after kale, as though there were no battles, and now he springs a bargain sale of stoves and baby rattles. The mayor cries, “Take the trash away!” which scheme the town indorses; Jim Billings runs his yellow dray and whales his lazy horse. The idle rich, the upper crust, ride clouds of choking dust on tired and plodding voters. The candidate proceeds to chew his rag in old-time manner, and tells how much he’d do to save our threatened banner. The schoolmarm makes the children hum, and plies her trusty ruler; the peelers pinch the passing bum, and file him in the cooler. The tightwad’s clutch upon his dime pale death alone can sever; oh, things go on, in this stern time, about the same as ever. WALT MASON. All home print today. Bead the inside pages.