SLIM PICKENS WILSON AND HIS PRAIRIE PLAYBOYS.

SLIM PICKENS WILSON AND HIS PRAIRIE PLAYBOYS.

So, like a phantom dawn, it fades to dark, This vision of a world made new and better; And he whose heavenly notes recalled the lark Soaring, in air without an earthly fetter WILSON is gone, the mystic, Whose views, like ours, were so idealistic!

Freed from his relentless catechizing WILSON goes out golfing all the day; Printers, save for common advertising, Sadly put their pica type away.