I Know What The Caged Bird Feels,

A Song Fluttered Down In The Form Of A Dove, And It Bore Me A Message, The One Word-love!

Only The Rich Are Lonesome.

Taking It All In All And After All, Negro Life In Washington Is A Promise Rather Than A Fulfillment. But It Is Worthy Of Note For The Really Excellent Things Which Are Promised

Hope Is Tenacious. It Goes On Living And Working When Science Has Dealt It What Should Be Its Deathblow.

Washington Is The City Where The Big Men Of Little Towns Come To Be Disillusioned