Nor from the Card a single Seven pluck.

And that inverted Ball they call the High--
By which the Duffer thinks to live or die,
Lift not your hands to IT for help, for it
As impotently froths as you or I.

Yon rising Moon that leads us Home again,
How oft hereafter will she wax and wane;
How oft hereafter rising wait for us
At this same Turning--and for One in vain.

And when, like her, my Golfer, I have been
And am no more above the pleasant Green,
And you in your mild Journey pass the Hole
I made in One--ah! pay my Forfeit then!

[Footnote 1: By permission of Fox, Duffield and Company. From _The
Golfer's Rubaiyat_. Copyright, 1901, by Herbert S. Stone and Company.]




MR. DOOLEY ON REFORM CANDIDATES

BY FINLEY PETER DUNNE


"That frind iv ye'ers, Dugan, is an intilligent man," said Mr. Dooley.
"All he needs is an index an' a few illusthrations to make him a