THE IRRIGA2ION AGE. 



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hundreds of years afterward- We can 

 telegraph a criminal's picture thousands 

 of miles so distinctly that the police offi- 

 cials can tell what kind of hair oil he uses. 

 We have annihilated tim and distance, 

 made billionaires, built vast cities, fertil- 

 ized deserts, subdued forests, fenced the 

 plains and have made the buffalo, the 



wild Indian and the naked truth hard to 

 find. We have learned how to make but- 

 ter out of beef suet, olive oil out of cotton 

 seed, silk out of cotton, fur out of sheep's 

 wool and social and political leaders out of 

 men who get rich in any way, just so 

 they get rich and don't get caught. Aus- 

 tin, Tex. , Semi- Weekly Statesman. 



HAIN'T NO BETTER THAN 



When I hear a feller talking, as I hearn 



the other day, 

 Finding fault about the Bible in a mighty 



pompous way. 

 Tellin' all about the burdens his religion 



used to be, 

 Then I wonder war he better than a feller 



ort tew be? 



Tellin' how he went a tremblin' and a fear- 

 in' all the way, 



Tellin' fear uf fire an' torment was the rea- 

 son made 'im pray, 



When he didn't love his Maker, and he 

 loved his sin, ye see; 



Then for sure, he warn't no better than a 

 feller ort to be. 



A FELLER ORT TEW BE. 



Ef be didn't love his Maker and he loved. 



hisself the most, 

 Shure he hadn't no religion to begin with 



fer to boast, 

 For he made hisself his idol like the 



hethen do you see? 

 An' we know sich hain't no better than a 



fellor ought to be. 



Ef he hadn't in his bein' any revrcnce for 

 the One 



Who can care for all creation, from a Mi- 

 crobe to a sun, 



Ef he didn't mind a takin' that great name 

 in vain, ye see, 



Sich a feller warn't no better than a feller 

 ort tew be. L. C. H. 



