﻿Phoney Idol 
 
Tho he possesses “all the wealth of Croesus!” 
Mansions grand and loads of mouldy lucre, 
Tho he pretend all the faith of Jesus— 
Still and all he’s a pauper. 
 
All things his, not a thing is denied hinm 
His is proverbial Luck of Lucky Luckner, 
In all creation no creature defried him— 
Still and all he’s a pauper. 
 
“Wealth of Croesus” is wealth bestowed him, 
That is why it gets the exclamation; 
Something the Toil-Gods never, never owned him, 
Substance, Goods of the Nation. 
I do not tell you be respectable—I tell you be respectful. 

“Americans, once in danger of going nomad, are discovering the charms of that ancient and honorable institution the home.”— Unfortunately, in culverts and vacant lots. 

The readers of this paper must know almost everybody’s writings but T-bone Slim’s went up in smoke in the New Germany. 
This means the others couldn’t quite ring the bell. 

Mosquitos are now two weeks overdue in New York. Weeds too are backward. Yesterday a man tried to change twenty dollar bill in Yorkville. There’s an optimist! (Leading robbery in Yorkville netted $37.13.) 

Employer of labor installs a new machine, lays off 37 men, keeps three and then just to show how dirty he can be he cuts the three men’s wages in half. 
He “can’t afford to pay more”, the 37 men’s wages is jingling in his pocket. 

Samuel got picked pretty clean the last time he took a trip to Europe—he’s over there again. The poor people must have missed some of the feathers last time? Even the lowly Finland took Sam for $9,000,000 and few white chips. Sam is hollering mightily for his plumage. I believe Sam has a case of non-support against them. 

Rousing Need! Workers Industrial Union meeting in Union Square. Most meetings here doesn’t mean a thing; just airing out of erring politicians. But this one seemed to be different. Racketeering was the piece de insistence. (Undercurrent of this is handled by all metropolitan papers.) Rank and file rule got “a ned”. President Hyman (I believe) out Becked the great Beck, United States Congress. 
Even cops could feel something dropping—I covered my eyes. 
Oh well, such is injustice when it comes to a head. 
“Hand off —Needle Workers Industrial Union.” 

S. S. Leviathan is “out”. Too big. Too expensive to operate. 250 passengers can be carried on smaller boat—or raft—or let ‘em swim. 
Thus goes the pride that was—this week the new, smaller, S. S. Washington sailed and she in turn will be displaced for there is no limit to mercantile insanity in the destruction of nations substance and the creation of over-expansion. 
Mussolini’s Conte Di Savoia and Rex, that I have seen, are “up to minute”. Rex, I believe, the more seaworthy. Both a workhouse. 
I suggest Leviathan be put in Central Park for flower pot.