The Arizona sentinel., 1889-01-05
THE SEASON cHANeETH.
Early Winter Reflections on Midsumme
 and Autumn Pleasures.


 and Autumn Pleasures.
 The great powder, earth, is again gyrating along the colder curve of it's ellipse.
 Or, discarding padding, autumn is on it's last legs.
 The forest trees no longer appear in highly-illumined tint and color.
 The land-turtle, with 8 new lie of an old date pen-knifed on his hull by the summer boarder, scratches gravel be- heath the frost line to get a winter home.
 The house-fy is no longer here to commit his little errors of judgment in regard to the solidity of the cream, the temperature of the gravy, or the sticki- ness of the execrable catch-'em-alive paper.
 The pretty -good-ha-ha mosquito joke has disappeared from the papers, and New Jersey real-estate men venture to reopen shop.
 The cheery mower goes no more out in the miasmatic morn to clip the whiskers from the face of the earth. He puts no more the little brown jug in the cool hedge, as pleasant recol- lection during the burden and heat of the day.
 The Italian organist ceases his mon- key business.
 The Stock Exchange fellows now try their hand
 Awnings come down and in. Storm doors go out and up. The turbulence of baseball and watermelon is for gotten. At the elevated station we catch the early fall worm in the fresh roasted chestnut.
 The theatrical people, also, show up with their chestnuts. They have with them the prehistoric "Oh-don't t-mind- n1e!' intrusion upon the lovers, just as hugger and huggee are dreaming of a palace lifting to eternal free rent. Then they have in stock, the regular sofa-fop with "rm-better-now" recov- cry; also, the "Thus-do-1-drink-to thee" from silver goblet made of tobacco tin-foil.
 There's the same villain pursuing, the same steamboat bursting (which blows out the foot-lights), and the same through-the-window diving with rattling glass accompaniment. The whole concluding with the usual lunatic dance by all the talent, while the audience are putting on their yraps and saying: "L didn't like it very much, did you?"
 The ministers have had their ''much-needed rest" while their con- gregations have had some of the same.
 The price of coal, except to people living on the Lehigh Valley railroad, who always own big baskets and chill dren, has unhappily increased. For the accommodation of city families whose head has still ticket in the drawer" (being so much out for out ing,) the pailful business will be con- tinued at the usual three hundred per cent. advance on ton price.
 The ice-cream man has given the corn-starch-and-milkfreezer the last cold shake; bought some Japanese paper napkins, and opened up with R there, oysters!
 Empty and desolate, hushed and still is the summer hotel, and the watchman is keeping his long vigil. In the baggage-room few trunks re- main, but they are held for skipped bills.
 Gone, alas! is the summer girl whose laughter is still ringing in our ears she of dress the daintiest, of hat the jauntiest, of shoes the toniest. We remember her arrival with the huge van of trunks. The dreams of the previous year were unrealized and she was ready for other lips and other hearts. Ma had said it would be the last fussing on her part; and Pa, he'd never stand the swindle again; and younger sister bluntly wanted her out of her way.
 Poor girl!
 Each morning she watched the reg ister for new names. each evening she was ready for hop-Order scribblers. The season waned, the sublime waltz of Strauss, like her wardrobe, grew old. The harvest passed, the summer ended. Now, what we want to know is, did she get engaged, or was it again spoon, spoon, nothing but spoon? II. B. StockWeH. in Puck