The rainbow's golden treasure,
And now, with wrinkles on the cheek,
Fates mock us at their pleasure.
They tell us of great fortunes made,
In stock and bond and mortgage;
Our hard-earned cash is freely paid,
And what we get is-shortage.
The most of us are children yet,
Just grown a little bigger;
We swarm the traps by schemers set,
And pull the little trigger.
__J. M. Cavaness.
J. M. Cavaness
(Chanute: Tribune Pub. Co. 1913)