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September, 1922
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SECOND THOUGHTS
When I am walking round my flowers
And see their happy faces,
I long to share their quiet hours
By sometimes changing places.
It must be jolly, don't you think,
To sit there in a border,
With someone else to bring you drink
And keep your home in order?
And yet I could noto bear to see
A rose go to the City,
And sothey shall not change with me,
Although it seems a pity.
—Punch.
WHEN YOU ARE AWAY
I shall find a small green garden,
Far from the crowd on the broad
highway,
And there I shall wait with my dreams
of you
Forever or a day.
I shall make a little song
To sing to myself, alone at night,
But only the wind in the listening
roses,
Will hear the notes aright.'
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And perhaps the wind from my little
garden,
On puckered lips will whistle my
tune,
And you, far out on the dusty high
way,
Hearing, will come for me soon.
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I shall wait in my green-walled gar
den,
Making small songs of my ribbons of
. dreams,
But only tiny and frightened children
Can know what my singing means.
THE PERFECT WIFE
As a cook she is almost as good as
a man. As a mother she is perfec
tion; even the neighbors like her chil
dren. She keeps her house orderly
enough to win admiration from her
women friends, but not enough to
make the men uncomfortable. She
can play games with men without
makipg them let her win and without
beating them too often. She can talk,'
sing, play, dance, swim, ride, drive
and golf. .She is pretty, always in the
mode, and affectionate, and she
adores her husband. She is the per
fect wife.
Perhaps that is why she has had
four husbands. M. H.
"“Is this dirigible absolutely safe?”
asked the prospetcive buyer.
“Safest on earth;” grunted the
maker,' cryptically.
LET “PAT DO IT”
510 Courtland St.
George—They do tell me that Mis
ter’Johnson sells mighty good beer at
the “Rose and Crown!”
James—Aye, they brought me out
three or four pints last night, and it
were so good that I went inside and
had some.—Pass Show (London).
THE ATLANTIAN
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THE CARROUSEL
Clang! the quivering signal bell
Speeds the circling carrousel.
Happy child's on a lark,
Whirling round the smiling park.
Wheezy old orchestrion
Calls for feats equestrian,
Lunge and lurch and greedy clutch;
Rings are snatched with every touch.
Round and round they sweep the
course,
'Spurring on each wooden horse.
Madly waging mimic strife,
Keenly real as grown-up life.
Clang! a curly-headed king
Plucks the magic gilded ring.
Dear, unknowing, lucky child!
May your laugh soar ever-wild.
May they use you half so well
On life’s mirthless carrousel.
May you never lose your grip
Fouled by jostling horsemanship.
May it never come to pass
That the final gold prove brass.
—Mel.
WHY TRAVEL?
“You’ve been to Bangkok?”
“Yes.”
“It must be a quaint city. What did
you see there?”
“Well, there was a pretty good
Chaplin Film at one of the movie
houses.”
—Birmingham Age-Herald.
“What is all that row about over at
your place, Tommy?” asked a neigh
bor.
“Why, ma’s settin’ hens,” explained
Tommy, with a glance toward the
barn from which came the sound of
angry voices, “an’ pa’s farm demon
strator an’ he’s tryin’ to show her
how to do it- scientific’ly.”
THE VOICE OF AUTHORITY
She (adoringly): It must be awful
ly nice to be wise and know—oh—
everything.
He (a graduate): It is.
—Boston Transcript.
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ANIMALS
Those who are finding fault with
the story about that aviator who
climbed a tree in the Everglades to
escape a panther evidently lack expe
rience. That is one of the best ways
of escaping from such a beast.
Here are other suggestions for
escaping enemies when attacked:
If a rattlesnake gets after you, duck
into the first convenient prairie dog
hole.
If a bear is chasing you, run into a
cave.
When pursued by a flock of mad
alligators, jump in the bayou and
swim to the other shore.
When a lion makes up his mind to
talk over his menu with you, keep
ahead of him until you come to the
first jungle. Turn in at the jungle
and you won’t have to worry any
more about that lion chasing you.
To escape a nightmare, shin up a
bedpost. —V. L. S.
FROHSIN’S
August Sale
of Furs
Presents values that will not be available
later in the season.
Invest in Furs NOW. Judged by the com
parison of experienced “shoppers” the su
premeness of Frohsin’s Fur Values is un
mistakably evident.
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