Pat and Mike walked into a drug store and said they wanted something to
make them feel young again. The druggist gave them a well known remedy,
and Pat and Mike each took a swallow and started out.
A block down the street they took another swallow.
“I feel foive years younger,” said Pat.
“Begorra, I feel like a boy,” said Mike.
A few blocks farther Pat said: “Bejabers, Mike, don’t drink another drop
of that stuff. I’ve gone back to infancy.”
_Smokehouse Poetry_
_Lasca, the rhythmic tale of a girl of the Rio Grande and the
stampede pictured by Paul Desprez will lead the Smokehouse
Poetry for April. With it also will be “In Flanders Field,” by
Lieutenant-Colonel John McCray, which is being published after
many requests. Colonel McCray’s simple song of tragedy was the
Marsellaise of the great world war. The author was a surgeon
with the Canadian Expeditionary forces and wrote the poem
during the battle of Ypres._