ISSUE: Autumn 1928
Life is no gentleman—
Life is a lout
Who boasteth and burneth,
Who turneth, returneth
About and about.
Death is a gentleman—
Generous Death
Forgetteth our errors,
Calmeth our terrors,
Comf orteth!
Life is no gentleman—
Life is a lout
Who boasteth and burneth,
Who turneth, returneth
About and about.
Death is a gentleman—
Generous Death
Forgetteth our errors,
Calmeth our terrors,
Comf orteth!