__ The arrest of Haywood on Boston 
“martyr argument’’ into the mouths 
Common Sunday partook a little of 
the dramatic and_ places another 
“martyr argument’’ into the mouths 
of curb-stone socialists. It will be 
a public blessing when Haywood 
and Ettor’s cases are tried on their 
merits and disposed of. 
One of the interesting results of 
the classes for the study of English 
in Beverly Farms has been the appli- 
eation of a group of young Italian 
workmen through one of their in- 
‘structors for first papers in the pro- 
cess of naturalization. Education is 
one method of solution of our for- 
eign problem. We can not neglect it. 
The State of Massachusetts has 
started proceedings against the de- 
 eollecting in towns within the state 
as the result of the automatic opera- 
tion of the new law. Fortunately 
Manchester is blessed with loyal tax 
payers and an efficient tax collec- 
_ tion department. 
Discontent is the source of great 
evil. It is the problem of the mind 
of the individual. A_ surprising 
amount of social unrest could be 
readily averted if contentment were 
an easy lesson to learn. 
(With Apologies to Mr. Rudyard Kipling) 
On the Sagamore piazza lookin’ out across 
the sea 
‘That is where T. R. is sittin’ dreamin’ 
-where he’d like to be; 
An’ the breezes in the pine trees an’ the 
chatterin’ wavelets say 
‘*Better four years in the White House 
than fourscore at Oyster Bay.’’ 
Then the seven years o’ fatness posin’ 
as ‘‘The People’s Will.’’ 
Bloomin’ fake ‘‘The People’s Will’’ 
| Tellin’ ’em to keep ’em still 
All about the Corporations an’ the Trusts 
j he means to kill. 
h 
{ On the road to Oyster Bay 
2 Somethin’s doin’ every day. 
_ Oan’t you hear the wires buzzin’ on the 
: road to Oyster Bay? 
On the road to Oyster Bay 
__-‘Shadés o’ Webster, Choate an’ Clay 
{ Hear the words roll out like thunder 
F from T. R. across the bay. 
' *Fore his eyes like movin’ pictures come 
the different things he’s seen 
‘ An’ he realizes fully what a ‘‘Gift of 
, God’’ he’s been. 
; First an idolized Colonel, struttin’ up 
; ' San Juan Hill 
J 
An’ those happy summer evenings when 
he’d done his daily job 
_ linquencies of the department of tax » 
NORTH SHORE BREEZE 
The number of times the names 
of brewers, liquor dealers and bar 
room proprietors appear ‘‘on aids 
for strikers’’ subseription lists is 
significant. 
The lover of birds cannot fail to 
notice that many of the feathered 
kin have begun to move south. 
Dr. John R. Mott and Associates 
Hold Training Conferences at 
Northfield. 
The Fall Training Conferences of 
the leaders and secretaries of the 
volunteer, student and foreign de- 
partments of the YMCA, which have 
been in session at the Northfield 
hotel since September Ist, finished 
their sessions yesterday. 
During this time over one hundred 
of these secretaries and specialists 
have been in conference with Dr. 
John R. Mott, their leader, laying 
plans for the coming winter’s cam- 
paign. Among the most noted of 
these leaders were Count Moltke, 
the John R. Mott of Denmark, Dr. 
Julius Richter, the great specialist 
on missions, from Germany; Rev. 
Arthur Rugh, and Mr. F. M. Brock- 
man of China, Mr. George Gleason 
of Korea, Rev. J. Ross Stevenson of 
Baltimore, Dr. Harley Smith of Tor- 
onto, John B. Hurrey of South 
America and F. P. Turner of New 
York, the General Secresary of the . 
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Student Volunteer work. 
A new feature this year has been 
the language class taught by Thomas 
Cummings, a missionary from India. 
Mr. Cummings has been teaching 
the first principles of Oriental lan- 
guage study to several recruits who 
are soon to go to the foreign field. 
The guests of the Northfield and 
other visitors and friends from the 
town have greatly enjoyed the ad- 
dresses given by these men each 
morning. 
Dr. Mott with several associates 
sails on October 5th for a world 
campaign among the student centers 
of the world. They will visit the 
large eolleges and schools of learn- 
ing in the orient and attend several 
conferences in connection with the 
work of the Continuation Committee 
of the Edinburg Conference, and 
will not return to this country until 
another spring. 
BEVERLY FARMS 
The Beverly Farms base ball team 
went to Manchester last Saturday 
afternoon and defeated the Cricket’s 
by a score of 7 to 1. There was a 
large crowd of ‘‘rooters’’ who ac- 
companied the local team. 
Peter Ward formerly with the 
Thissell Co., has taken a position 
with John Daniels, the Central 
square provision dealer. 
OYSTER BAY 
Teachin’ his perspirin’ Cab’net how to 
drive an’ smash an’ lob. 
Or he’d chat with ‘‘dear Maria’’ tellin’ 
her the time o’ day 
Though that literary lady was 
thousand miles away. 
When the lady’s far away 
Best be careful what you say 
Letters written in the evenin’, sometimes 
cannot stand the day. 
three 
Then the conscientious hours puttin’ little 
Willie wise, 
Tellin’ him just when to open, also when 
to shut his eyes. 
And that bully long vacation, slaughter- 
in’ vicious quadrupeds 
Endin’ with his tour o’ Europe givin’ 
points to the crowned heads, 
Oh those corking good crowned heads 
Put him in the royal beds, 
Asked him to their biggest funerals, 
Wined him at their swellest spreads. 
Faded are these brilliant pictures, an’ 
he sees upon the screen 
All the Grand Old Party takin’ joy rides 
in his own machine. 
he’s learnin’ for the first time, 
things that every kiddie knows, 
That you car&t go on forever, treadin’ 
on the Public’s toes. 
Treadin’ on she Public’s toes 
An’ 
" Beat time for 
Ain’t a pretty trick for those 
Who think they’re forever sure to lead 
the Public by the nose. 
Onee he held that same Old Party in 
the hollow o’ his hand 
’em with his Big Stick 
as the leader o’ the band. 
Now he’s in the Outlook’s office, handin’ 
out his weekly dope 
‘“‘Tf you want to save the Country take 
T. R. the Great White Hope.’’ 
Take T. R. the Great White Hope! 
Give ‘‘my policies’’ full scope, 
For the National House Cleaning 
T. R. the only soap! 
use 
Give him a _ progressive Country where 
a chap can grab his gun 
An’ shoot up the Constitution just to 
have a bit o’ fun, 
Where if playin’ cards it’s counted bully 
sport to dope the deck, 
Till you ‘‘beat ’em to a frazzle’’ or you 
‘*soak ’em in the neck.’’ 
On the road to Oyster Bay 
Hear the hurdygurdies play. 
There’ll be hot times in the old towa 
when T. R. comes home to-day. 
On the road to Oyster Bay 
Old salts wag their heads an’ say 
It’s a long pull to the White House from 
the beach at Oyster Bay. 
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