Oft have I sat and wept, or sought to study
With hopeless gaze the uninstructive stars,
Hopeless because the very skies were muddy;
I only saw a red malicious Mars;
Or pulled my little compass out and pondered,
And set it sadly on my shrapnel hat,
Which, I suppose, was why the needle wandered,
Only, of course, I never thought of that.
And then perhaps some 5.9's start dropping,
As if there weren't sufficient holes about;
I flounder on, hysterical and sopping,
And come by chance to where I started out,
And say once more, while I have no objection
To other people going to Berlin,
Give _me_ a trench, a nice revetted section,
And let me stay there till the Bosch gives in!
* * * * *
=A Judge Speaks Out.=
"Regarding the assertions that the appellant introduced politics
into his sermons, it would be a bad day for this country when in
a political controversy when a clergyman could conceive cases in
which some high ideal was involved in a political controversy
when a clergyman could honestly and reasonably preach about
it.
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