PRAYER

We hear the burden of the Bonus

Is to be our children's onus:

Thus our fervent plea will be

For happy prolificity.

I doffed my robe, slipped into the pool, and was soon swimming quietly in the water--Eleanor Roosevelt in her column. My Day, in the N. Y. World Telegram.

It is the bathing hour;

The cares of state,

Of literature insatiate,

Furniture and education,

Are abandoned in natation,

For Eleanor is swimming quietly.

No flailing strokes nor splashing kicks.

Propel her through the water:

She floateth here--she glideth there.

This Democratic daughter.

Ah, White House priestess,

Fellow columnistress,

Swimming quietly there in tiled pool,

Is it there you gather inspiration for your drool?

In this dazzling ivory glare.

Does Franklin forget Jim Farley's prayer

And whistle, perhaps, Ed Farley's air? Yale Daily News