Coronado Eagle and Journal, Volume 10, Number 35, 7 January 1922 — THE DIAL [ARTICLE]

THE DIAL

Far away there stands a dial In an academic tow’r; Silently the pointing finger Marks the ever fleeting hour, While above an old inscription Bids the thoughtless one take heed, And the spirit of the warning Seems to follow those who read. What’s the warning? Hear the answer: Pcreunt et imputantur—■ Time flows on, and Time while flowing To th’ account of each is going. Not a bell the hour is tolling, Hushed in silence ev’ry tongue, But the knell of dying moments 1 As by unseen hands is rung; * While a mystic voice is speaking 1 As Time lays his own at rest, 1 And the words of awful warning * Waken echoes in each breast 1 What’s the warning? Hear the an.- * swer: 1 Pereunt et imputantur—- * Time flows on and Time while flowing 1 To th’ account of each ia going. I Lost! Ye precious golden moments! I Lost! Like roses in the bloom. > That in hands that clasp them wither * Wasting all their sweet perfume— I “Oh t come back, the past releasing,” i Wistfully goes up the prayer; i But the spirit of the warning | Whispers low in ev’ry ear— * What’s the warning? Hear the answer: Pereunt et imputantur— Time flqws on and Time while flowing To th’ account of each is going. .* Thus while gazing at the dial Seems the air all rife with sound; While the spirit pi the ages Ever seems to hover ’round. And amid life’s din and battle Those who read still hear the cry, And they see the warning finger Point the minutes as tHey fly. What's the warning? Hear the answer: * Pereunt et imputantur— Time flows on and Time while flowing To th’ account of each is going. Sun of Righteousness shine on us! -May thy love our spirits sway, As the finger of the dial Follows o’er the orb of day. May we now, the time redeeming, Deed perform and speak the word, Help our brother man to Heaven While the warning cry is heard. What’s the warning? Hear the answer: Pereunt et imputantur— Time flows on and Time while flawing To th’ account of each is going. —James InneSs Cameron. o % Dr. W. L. Kneedler, who returned recently from a trip to his former home in and near Philadelphia, dropped into The Strand office on Wednesday to say that while in Philadelphia he had spent a pleasant afternoon in the plant of the Saturday Evening Post, and that next the new Strand office, he thought that was the finest printing plant in the U. S. The plant in Philadelphia prints two million copies of the Saturday Evening Post each week, and the same nunmber of of the Ladies’ Home Journal each month, besides the Country Gentleman. About 5000 employees are on the pay roll, and the building occupies a whole block of ground, and is ten stories high.