Smyrna times., 1904-07-06


return but not the days of my YOUTH
Backw ard. tur backward O Time in your fight.
Make me a boy again just for to night.
Give me- the bliss of that rspturouS time
When would g swimming say half Of the
time,
Give me the blister that followed the bliss.
On the part of my back the sun didn't miss
Give me the padding that followed it then
Make me jubiIant urchn az lin
1t was a glorious day in October, the
sun had passed the zenith and was
slowly bending down the western
slope, as my horse slowly paced
through our beautiful Fairmount Park
which is said to be the largest in Amer
lea. The sky was clear and peaceful.
with the exception of a silver lined
cloud, floating aimlessly here and
there. The birds were fitting about
IN the variegated foliage of shrub and
tree preparatory to their movement
southwark. The valley below re
sounded with the lowing of the graz
ing flock and herd and the babblings
OF the merry brooklet as it sped along
its tOrtuous course. Out over the vor-
tex of the surrounding hills the misty
line of the horizon was pulsating
from the hum aud thub of a busy citv.
As l walked my horse slowly [ viewed
that beautiful cemetery, West Laurel
Hill, which apparently is suspended
over that picturesque river drive,
which we all admire so much; while
gazing and wondering at the beauty
and sublimity of nature the panorama
changes. l thought of home and
mother. Then my thoughts reverted
to the boys and men l knew in my
boyhOod days, who for lack of indus
tries in their own town were obliged
to locate in the various cities to pur-
sue the special vocations which thev
have chosen. The religious instruc-
tions of the parental roof and the
moral status of the town has had such
an amelOratiing effect that they are
making a success of life.
Harry Cotton the Poet Laureate OF Smyrna.
L must dispel these sublime and sad
thoughts for something not so pro
found for fear you may accuse me of
the perusal of one of Harry Cotton's
pathetic poems; for [ truthfully con
slider him the Poet Laureate of our
Smyrna boys, and is now located in
one of our Jersey towns doing well.
No doubt, you like me, would love to
know where are the joys and boys of
our youth. Well, we have quite an
interesting colony OF them who are
making history in Philadelphia, CITY
of thrift and industry, for we are
second in manufacture in the union.
Now for sentiment and romance. So
come with me prospective bride and
groom of Smyrna and l will show the
sights of our grand old Quaker CITY.
and no doubt we will find Smyrna
boys taking an active part IN its
growth and history. AS you are aware
We have a population of 1,160, 900.
over 200, 900 separate homes. Largest
families and smallest death rate. Of
course you will arrive at Broad Street
Station with placard attached to you
like this: eve are Just married" "
You would not think that sober Her
bert Brown who is now Pullman con-
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are little indignant and embarrassed,
and desire to go to headquarters of
Pullman Car Co., and report the mat
ter. As you enter tue office you see
your old friends John and James
Ransom, also Arthur Cooper who re.
fer you to James Wilds who is quite a
prominent official of the road. As we
enter we meet a Mr.. Frazier Purse.
an employe of the company. As Mr..
Wllds was so pleasant we had forgot
ten our troubles. We will now visit the
mOnmoth store of John Wanamaker,
as we are justly proud, for he teaches
the world how to keep store. Here
We find such genial statesmen as Harry
Hill, Richard Armstrong, Joserh Ben
son, Harry Carpenter. After taking
in the sights of the store, we go out
to Market street and as we look up we
see the sign of George B. Wells, the
halter, across the street. We go
across and receive the glad hand of
William, who informs us that George
B. has just returned from Europe
Fred Smith Up TO His Old Tricks.
AS you stroll down Market street you
observe an immense store opposite the
Reading Terminal, which is Snellen-
burgs-here we meet our old school
friend Fred Smith. 1t is just about
lunch time and we find Fred at his old
tricks talking to the girls instead of
selling clocks. l think the young
lady with whom he Is conversing is
Miss Moss McElwaa fOrD,arl, f