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Improved Methods

Where is Bruce the Burglar now, who, in the dead of night
Approached your bed with stealthy tread,
Applied a sand bag to your head,
Removed your watch and cash and fled,
Before the morning light?
He’s selling ham and sugar in a retail grocery store;
It’s safer far than burgling – and it pays a whole lot more!

Where’s Delancey Doane, the Dip, whose fingers lithe and lean,
Unknown to you, would hasten through
Your coat and vest, and as they flew
Took every solitary sou,
And picked you flat and clean?
Delancey runs a butcher shop, and gathers in the kale.
And never worries any more for fear he’ll go to jail!

Where is Percy Price, the Yegg, whose custom was to smash
A passerby upon the eye,
And, if the latter raised a cry,
A five-pound black-jack to apply,
And then collect his cash?
He owns a big hotel uptown – the profits are the same,
But selling beans at ninety cents is much the safer game!

It’s pleasant now of course to know that one may safely roam
About the street and never meet
A gentleman with padded feet
Who will not hesitate to beat
You smartly on your dome.
But though the methods they employ today are not so raw,
You’re paying far more tribute now that crooks respect the law!

From the South Bend News Times, September 11, 1919. By James J. Montague.

Bon Voyage

The United States shipping board is soon to launch a vessel which will be named the Casey, in honor of the fine overseas service of the Knights of Columbus.

Long may her smoke trail wreath over the ocean,
  Long may the good Irish name of her be
A symbol of service, and faith, and devotion,
  Three graces that follow the emblem – K. C.
Liner and merchantman, troopship and tanker,
  In Liverpool, Rio or Brest or Benares
Shall break out their flag as she swings to her anchor,
  In graceful salute to the name that she bears.

The storm may break round her, but never she’ll fear it.
  Though typhoon may smother and tempest assail,
The Greatest of Captains shall guard her in spirit,
  And pilot her out of the teeth of the gale.
And HE who looked down when the caravels drifted
  To seek a new world beneath Heaven’s high dome,
Shall watch till the mists that enclose her are lifted,
  And safe from her journey the Casey comes home.

High be the mission and honored the name of her,
  Whatever her course o’er the waters may be,
Brave the behavior and glowing the fame of her,
  Worthy to carry the emblem – K. C.
Safe be each journey and swift each return of her,
  Smooth be the seas she is destined to plow
With the Red, White and Blue streaming out from the stern of her,
  And her good Irish name on her bluff, honest bow!

From the South Bend News Times, September 9, 1919. By James J. Montague.

Experience

When Adam first went courting Eve
The sex was swathed in mystery,
He knew not how the jades deceive;
He hadn’t any history.
He could not know that any maid
Could love a man, could sigh to him,
Could kiss him, ‘neath a fig tree’s shade,
And subsequently lie to him.

No tales nor novels could he find
Of maids in huts or palaces
To give poor Adam any kind
Of basis for analysis!
He’d never heard of Borgias, who
Would poison, stab, or smother one,
He thought his girl was quite true blue –
He’d never known another one.

So when she held the apple out
He promptly took a bite of it.
And never had the slightest doubt
About the wrong or right of it.
And though the serpent chuckled low
Down in the knavish throat of him,
The luckless Adam did not know
That Eve had made a goat of him.

Thus Adam fell, for woman then
Was shrouded round with mystery.
Unlike us more enlightened men,
He had no help from history.
We’re read in wise and learned books
What many a maid and matron did,
Yet just the same we get the hooks,
Exactly as old Adam did.

From the South Bend News Times, August 4, 1919. By James J. Montague.

Wisetown

From the Sound Bend News Times, July 30, 1919. By James J. Montague.