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      Like birds when it's colder.

      The roses were red as he went rushing by,

      And glorious tapestries hung in the sky,

      And the clover was waving

      'Neath honey-bees' slaving;

      A bird over there

      Roundelayed a soft air;

      But the man couldn't spare

      Time for gathering flowers,

      Or resting in bowers,

      Or gazing at skies

      That gladdened the eyes.

      So he kept on and swept on

      Through mean, sordid years.

      Now he's up to his ears

      In the choicest of stocks.

      He owns endless blocks

      Of houses and shops,

      And the stream never stops

      Pouring into his banks.

      I suppose that he ranks

      Pretty near to the top.

      What I have wouldn't sop

      His ambition one tittle;

      And yet with my little

      I don't care to trade

      With the bargain he made.

      Just watch him to-day--

      See him trying to play.

      He's come back for blue skies.

      But they're in a new guise--

      Winter's here, all is gray,

      The birds are away,

      The meadows are brown,

      The leaves lie aground,

      And the gay brook that wound

      With a swirling and whirling

      Of waters, is furling

      Its bosom in ice.

      And he hasn't the price,

      With all of his gold,

      To buy what he sold.

      He knows now the cost

      Of the spring-time he lost,

      Of the flowers he tossed

      From his way,

      And, say,

      He'd pay

      Any price if the day

      Could be made not so gray.

      _He can't play._

      --HERBERT KAUFMAN. Used by permission of _Everybody's Magazine_.

      _Change of Tempo Prevents Monotony_

      The canary in the cage before the window is adding to the beauty and

      charm of his singing by a continual change of tempo. If King Solomon had

      been an orator he undoubtedly would have gathered wisdom from the song

      of the wild birds as well as from the bees. Imagine a song written with

      but quarter notes. Imagine an auto with only one speed.

      EXERCISES

      1. Note the change of tempo indicated in the following, and how it gives

      a pleasing variety. Read it aloud. (Fast tempo is indicated by italics,

      slow by small capitals.)

      _And he thought that some day he would take the time to play;

      but, say_--HE WAS WRONG. LIFE'S A SONG; _in the_ SPRING YOUTH

      _can_ SING _and can_ FLING; BUT JOYS WING WHEN WE'RE OLDER, LIKE

      THE BIRDS _when it's_ COLDER. _The roses were red as he went

      rushing by, and glorious tapestries hung in the sky._

      2. Turn to "Fools Gold," on Page 42, and deliver it in an unvaried

      tempo: note how monotonous is the result. This poem requires a great

      many changes of tempo, and is an excellent one for practise.

      3. Use the changes of tempo indicated in the following, noting how they

      prevent monotony. Where no change of tempo is indicated, use a moderate

      speed. Too much of variety would really be a return to monotony.

      _THE MOB_

      "A MOB KILLS THE WRONG MAN" _was flashed in a newspaper headline

      lately. The mob is an_ IRRESPONSIBLE, UNTHINKING MASS. _It

      always destroys_ BUT NEVER CONSTRUCTS. _It criticises_ BUT NEVER

      CREATES.

      _Utter a great truth_ AND THE MOB WILL HATE YOU. _See how it

      condemned_ DANTE _to_ EXILE. _Encounter the dangers of the

      unknown world for its benefit_, AND THE MOB WILL DECLARE YOU

      CRAZY. _It ridiculed_ COLUMBUS, _and for discovering a new

      world_ GAVE HIM PRISON AND CHAINS.

      _Write a poem to thrill human hearts with pleasure_, AND THE MOB

      WILL ALLOW YOU TO GO HUNGRY: THE BLIND HOMER BEGGED BREAD

      THROUGH THE STREETS. _Invent a machine to save labor_ AND THE

      MOB WILL DECLARE YOU ITS ENEMY. _Less than a hundred years ago a

      furious rabble smashed Thimonier's invention, the sewing

      machine._

      BUILD A STEAMSHIP TO CARRY MERCHANDISE AND ACCELERATE TRAVEL

      _and the mob will call you a fool_. A MOB LINED THE SHORES OF

      THE HUDSON RIVER TO LAUGH AT THE MAIDEN ATTEMPT OF "FULTON'S

      FOLLY," _as they called his little steamboat._

      Emerson says: "A mob is a society of bodies voluntarily

      bereaving themselves of reason and traversing its work. The mob

      is man voluntarily descended to the nature of the beast. _Its

      fit hour of activity_ is NIGHT. ITS ACTIONS ARE INSANE, _like

      its whole constitution. It persecutes a principle_--IT WOULD

      WHIP A RIGHT. It would tar and feather justice by inflicting

      fire and outrage upon the house and persons of those who have

      these."

      The mob spirit stalks abroad in our land today. Every week gives

      a fresh victim to its malignant cry for blood. There were 48

      persons killed by mobs in the United States in 1913; 64 in 1912,

      and 71 in 1911. Among the 48 last year were a woman and a child.

      Two victims were proven innocent after their death.

      IN 399 B.C. A DEMAGOG APPEALED TO THE POPULAR MOB TO HAVE

      SOCRATES PUT TO DEATH _and he was sentenced to the hemlock cup._

      FOURTEEN HUNDRED YEARS AFTERWARD AN ENTHUSIAST APPEALED TO THE

      POPULAR MOB _and all Europe plunged into the Holy Land to kill

      and mangle the heathen. In the seventeenth century a demagog

      appealed