Shepherdstown register. [volume] (Shepherdstown, Va. [W. Va.]) 1849-1955, 1890-02-21


poet, they saw the following inscrip-
ton:
Presented with the love and pat
riotism OF devOut admirer and
true American by OLIVER DoUD
BYRON who Rp- opens In RocheS-
ter, y. Y. sept. 9. in his greatest
play. entitled. Across the Con-
tlnent." DO not fail 10 see II az
1t was the first time that Westmin-
ter Abbey had been successfully used
as a dead wall for advertising pur-
posed that we know of. Shakespeare
should have been where he could have
seen it. 1t would have tickled Will
liam good deal.
Laura McCusick writes to know who
was the author of AN Autumn Vaga-
rv.n and also to know if we will repro
duce it.
'The Autumn Vagary" was written
by Nina May Funkhouser, of Rays
Crossing, Mo. She was also the au-
thor of THE Nuptial Nightmare; or
Skeered to Death at the Altar" She
wrote two years ago little epic en-
titled Lines on the Death of Peleg
Pangborn, Who Was Drug from His
Bed at Night and Kicked to Death by
Coarse Man, Nov. 3, 1890" A tinge
of sadness runs through all of her best
work
| give below the poem asked for by
Miss McCusick
AN AUTUMNAL VAGARY.
BY NINA MAY FUNKHoUsER.
Oh, the autumn leaves is falling-fallng here
and there
Falling in the atmosphere. and likewise In
the air;
They're falling DER the graves Of kings. and
DER the painters tomb,
They're falling in the morning tide, also the
afternoon.
The autumn leaves is falling-falling to and
Falling DER the widows heart that beats so
sad and low;
They're falling on the bridegroom that dwells
in beauty bower,
And also on the bride herself, and the preach
er in his power.
Oh, the autumn leaves is falling-falling on
the lawn
And falling where the grass is green, and fall
ing where she's brown
They're falling in the twilights hour, and
falling in the dawn
oh, the autumn leaves is falling-fallng pro
and con.
Then, let us each and every one be up TO du-
tvs call
For we are like the autumn leaves, and fall
ing one and all
For hope is but the feeble moan that pierces
TO the sky;
Then let us love each other here ILL gather
ing hours above.
Rays Crossing, Mo. [etc., etc.
Thought maybe you could use this some
where. and hope you Will.
Usual Dennis, of Saco, Me-, writes
to ask about the prospects of locat-
ing the Worlds Fair. do you think
Chicago will get away with it or not :
am very anxious to know, for | can
hardly go to Chicago, but could go
to New York" "
The question is a serious one, Mr..
Dennis, one that | have little to do
with. | am above local squabbles,
and rise superior to all sectional lines.
At the time of this writing it seems
to be a scuffle, Usual, between the
Lorillards and the Leaflards. Wheth-
er fine cut tobacco or mess pork gets
1t we will try TO be there, Mr.. Dennis,
with our exhibit, and let us hope that
it will not be composed entirely OF
drug store advertising and soap stat
uary. Do you not think, Usual,
that as a nation we are covering up
what beauty we have with bright
red printing and big black : marks ?
| hope the Worlds Fair, wherever
it is held, will give the artist and true
genius as much Of a show as it does
the cheap man with dozen swamp
lots for sale or the quack doctor with
the brain of bluejay and the adver-
tising instincts of polecat.
We have money enough to fully
equal or eclipse former fairs, but
money will not do it. We must use
some taste and discrimination. This
is not torchlight procession. 1t is
a worlds exhibition where the heath
en- is liable to casually drop in and
scoop Us. What / hate is to be beaten
by a heather. That's where the
heather had the bulge on US in Paris.
He did things that we could not do
and he called attention 10 it and kept
the crowds about him while We had
nothing to show but the usual county
fair programme run in the same style.
1t is my pa riotic prayer that Amer
lea may never again he humiliated
before the nations of the earth as she
was in Paris this year. / say this in
order that in 1892 it may not be, for
| know it need not be. Let the real