The Montgomery advertiser., 1906-09-02
BY PHIL H. ARMSTRONG

The ehais s Sf ao. the ysars' twiHt the Then The links of the yearsv-how each Is There's hardly one of us gives a For to Father Tim we all must bow Through the chain. of the years twlxt the Then seg SSw' Broken Reflections. Some people can keep anything but their tongue. If walters in ehildhood had used that a,. direction. they might have been almost Logic and the average woman are strangers and don't hardly even flE@ with one anothes %%
 A Rose from Your Hafrs
 Twas only a rose
 Within your hatr~-
 Such as any
 Maid might wear
 Such as any
 Youth might dare
 To ask her for
 With manner rare
 To ask her for
 So debon air
 From only rose,
 Yet twice 'tis blest--
 And it's petals oft
 I have caressed.
 Since the night your love
 Dear, you confessed
 With your gold-brown hair
 Upon my breast
 Do you know that rose
 Has been twice pressed9
 A Warning. when its hot enum
 To bile an egg,
 An you feel too warm To move peg.
 When you mop yo' face
 At de Suns hot kiss.
 Remember dars place
 Oats hotter'n dis!
 when de side walk feels
 Lax de top O de stove,
 An yo' gifts so restless
 You wants to rove.
 When de nice cold days
 You shore do miss
 Remember dars place
 Oats hotter'n dis
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 The Backward Call The backward call l often hear The backward call From the days so dear The Bob- White whtstlinG From the wheat. The mocking-bird In warbling sweet. The "mooing" cows Down the cool deep lane, The bark of a squirrel I hear again. Oh, the old home place Is calling me The dear old paths l roamed so free. And would give My all in all If l could answer The Backward Call The backward call- Oh. golden days oh. heavn- kissed dreams Mud the tangled ways, Oh, fairies and elves And cloud shapes strange That floated away And would shift and change. Oh, little red school-housn On the hill- I wonder somehow If you're standing stin. You call me back When lights are low You call me back To the long ago. Oh, face of the girl Who was dearer than all Would might answer The backward call!
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 Understand. "Will you give me hel,inK handf "Oh, this is so sudden answered the Heiress for she knew what he meant
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 The Limit. Don't you think swearing Is oao aoh. don't know--did you ever lIs- ten to amateqE giaEHi'tT x
 Hard Work ''Did you ever talk to deaf personT' ''No-hut I've tried to.
 mn xE.hs4 un8awuaV DO you think Old Goldstein VIII ever get through the pearly gate7' ''Nc4 he'll first stop and try to buy it for song &aw
 Good Boy. Old Man-Look here. William, aren't you going to marry for money?" Son---No-for Willie;
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 Wake UDI Wake up, dreamers, Tne sun is high The cat-bird whistles In the tree close by. The brook is laughing And the bee and the daisy Are trying to spoon Wake up. dreamers. The beckoning trees Are calling to you Such days as these. 'Qh, come away where there's tangle O bloom And wrangle O Song" Where the creek flows long.
 e%% Even the brignitefst igg6isfw fnent,ons men 5aik ike
 & & & Blessed Is the man who drinks the rhsx wine of the morning.
 # Ss $ pAoySta who live in glass houses sho,Iid hang a curtain over their faml- ly skelton. sa 1t wouldn't do for old Diognese to lob