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Man Of The Month

Who’s the hero of September?
The guy who lugs the ball?
The fans on the sides may say so,
But it isn’t him at all.

Who’s the big shot of September?
The coach who steers the team?
Is it end or back or tackle?
Just skim-milk; who’s the cream?

Who’s the star of old September?
The co-ed with her smile,
Doggy coat and ritzy dresses?
No–our hero knows no style.

For the hero of September
Is the chap who foots the bill;
It’s dad and his dear old check-book
Who runs the college mill!

by Ray Romine Monday, September 7, 1936

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Man of Letters

In defense of his daughter, one Truman,
With characteristio acumen,
Got hasty again
With his sharp little pen–
Which perhaps proves that he’s only Hume-in!

by Ray Romine Monday, December 11, 1950

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Male, Or V-mail??

Wouldn’t you think a girl would rather be attractive
Than just active?
Rather aesthetic
Than athletic?
But no–modern young woman will abandon entirely the feminine gender.
To embark on a rugged I-would-be-masculine bender.
In the sun will she slowly roast
Deserting her feminine skin-charm to resemble a section-hand or a piece of over-ripe toast.
She could get the kind of muscles that answer you back by walking to the grocery or cutting the weeds I sickle;
But it’s more fun and harder work to do it, riding a bicycle…
Attired in a pair of shorts
Which (depending on the woman) are good for either a couple of of “Woo-woos” or a brace of snorts;
It would bring forth vociferous, derisive, and outlandish
roars
If we men dashed about attired only in our droars.
Maybe she’ll take up the abomination of slacks,
Which flatter very, very few women immediately south of their backs.
Female jodhpurs be another item I consider ghastly:
How I wish Congress might do something about them, and fastly.
Yes, women get away with looking masculine, but nearly break their necks
If we males go feminine to even the extent of a pink tie
with chartreuse checks.
So far, I’ve found just one little way to get us even,
brothers:
Pass the buck and let them be both the fathers and the
mothers–

THAT should stretch their versatility,
If not their natural ability!

by Ray Romine Monday, August 2, 1943

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Major Issues

Life’s little worries and life’s little woes
Are trifling beyond compare
If there’s faith in the future; love for each other,
And fun in the things we share.

by Ray Romine Monday, November 14, 1949

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Main Feature

All the things my senses have
Catalogued, iike shimmering
Sunsets, mountains, storms at sea;
Violets, the smell of spring;
Gardenias at a summer dance;
Praise from lips of smiling friends;
Bird-song in the garden’s dusk;
The taste of smoke as summer ends-
Each sensation, old or new,
Fades, beside the thought of you.

by Ray Romine Monday, March 27, 1950

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M.d . Saddles In The Old Corral

My doctor told me exercise
Was what I mostly needed;
And when I gandered at his fee,
I thought he should be heeded.
And now he says he’s proud of me
For doing as I should–
I take my horse out every day:
The walking does him good!

by Ray Romine Tuesday, August 7, 1951