Argosy All-Story Weekly, June 13, 1925 — page 49: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

THE ANSWER IS and for your father if he will let me and if you will marry me. You are the loveliest girl I’ve ever known, and—and—if—but— oh, girl, I just love you, that’s all!” Andrew Bennett cleared his throat, as if to warn them that they were not alone. Over in the corner, Miss Simpson had turned her back but her shoulders were quivering and something like a suppressed sob came. Florence trembled herself ever so slightly, as she turned her eyes from Bill to her father. THE U \s] YES ! 521 ‘““T’ve said my last word on this ques- tion,” roared Andrew Bennett. ‘ Do you young fools want me to reverse myself again?” Florence let her hand rest in Bill’s and led him closer to her father, so close that she could bring their hands together, and then tears welled in her eyes but she smiled through them. ‘““T guess we’re all crazy this day,” she murmured, “ but, dear dad, dear Bill—the answer 7s yes!”’ END U WHERE HOMAGE IS DUE LINE of cars stands panting in the sireet; | A sturdy, brass-bound officer attends. This hour each day it is his given beat; For this the public half his wages spends. The cars move-on—~again he halts the throng That yet nor frets nor murmurs, as a rule, Although ’tis held from hurrying along. And why? A poor man’s child goes by to school. Bank presidents and merchant princes wait; Shrewd barristers, wise judges, calmly sit; Huge limousines like chariots of state Stand chugging as a warhorse champs his bit. And all for what? A group of happy tots Go tripping by, light hearted, calm and cool, Accepting as their due their sheltered lots— Some common. children going by to school. Pray why should not the proud and haughty stand; Why should jurists, merchant princes—all The recognized successes of our land— Wait and do homage, a protecting wall For those whom we prepare to take their place? He who would murmur—vwrite him down a fool; A miscreant, to his time a black disgrace— Halt! Let the little folk go by to school, Strickland Guillilan. Connic NOOK CO