Below is the OCR text representation for this newspapers page.

The Tall of the Leaf By H. J). Thoreau The evening of the year draws on, The fields a later aspect dear ; Since Summer’s garishness is gone, Some grains of night tincture the noontide air. Behold! the shadows of the trees Now circle wider ’bout their stem, Like sentries that by slow degrees Perform their rounds, gently pro tecting them. And as the year doth decline, The sun allows a scantier light; Behind each needle of the pine There lurks a small auxilar to the night. I hear the cricket’s slumberous lay Around, beneath me, and on high; It rocks the night, it soothes the day, And everywhere is Nature’s lul laby. But most he chirps, beneath the sod, When he has made his Winter bed: His creak grown fan ter but more broad, A film of Autumn o ’er the Summer spread. _ Small birds, in fleets migrating by, Now beat - across some meadow’s bay, And as they tack and veer on high, With faint arjd hurried click be guile the way. Far in the woods, these golden days. Some leaf obeys its Maker’s call; THE MARVEL IN GROWTH AND DEVELOPMENT In South Georgia is MILLTOWN, ™ OUNTY Located in the best Farming section—The healthiest Country—Our town has grown from 175 people to about 1500 in 24 months. We are offering a few reserve lots at SSO each on easy payments—You will never get such an opportunity again. * Write Quick-SOUTH GEORGIA LAND 6 INDUSTRIAL CO., Milltown, Ga. And through their hollow aisles it . plays « With delicate touch the prelude, of the Fall. Gently withdrawing from its stem, It lightly lays itself along Where the same hand hath pillowed them, Resigned to sleep upon the old year’s throng. The loneliest birch is brown and sere, The furthest pool is strewn with leaves, Which float upon their watery bier. Where is no eye that sees, no heart that grieves. The jay screams through the chestnut wood; The crisped and yellow leaves around Are hue and texture of my mood—- And these rough burrs my heirlooms on the ground. The threadbare trees, so poor and thin— They are no weathier than I; But with as brave a core within They rear their boughs to the Octo ber sky. Poor knights they are, which bravely wait The charge of Winter’s cavalry, Keeping a simple Roman state; Discumbered of their Persian lux ury. WATSON’S WEEKLY JEFFERSONIAN. Negligee Shirts Every man wants comfort this hot weather, Our “Feather Weight Negligee Shirts” are the newest and decidedly the most comfortable shirts on the mar ket today. $1 and $1.50 They are as light as a feather, patterns neat and fresh. In checks, stripes and figures. Silk Shirts In Pongee, all colors, with collars and cuffs attached. * Just the thing for outing, golf, tennis and good sum mer comfort generally. $1.50, $2.00 $2.50 Essig Bros. ‘‘Correct Clothes for Men” 26 Whitehall St. Atlanta PAGE ELEVEN