From the Evening Star, January 21, 1915. By Philander Johnson.
I long to serve my native land
With efforts intellectual.
I seek to lend a helping hand
To struggles ineffectual.
I will appeal to wealth and ease
And likewise to the gallery.
But first one question, if you please;
Let’s talk about the salary.
I fain would educate mankind
To standards altitudinous.
The manners we must leave behind
That are considered rude in us.
This world we’ll turn into a school,
Likewise a sanitarium;
But, touching on the golden rule,
What is the honorarium?