[From the Fort Atkinson Union.]
A friend asks us why we keep on pounding La Follette. He says there is
no use pounding away at a man after he's dead. Maybe we are like the man
who was whaling a dead dog that had killed his sheep. "What are you
whaling that cur for?" said a neighbor. "There is no use in that; he's
dead." "Well," said the man, "I'll learn him, damn him, that there is
punishment after death."
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Another way to impress upon the world the fact that you have lived in it
is to scratch matches on walls and woodwork. A banged door leaves no
record except in the ear processes of the persons sitting near the
door, whereas match scratches are creative work.
Lives of such men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Match-marks on the walls of time.
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