The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1906-05-17
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Love much. There is no waste in freely
giving;
More blessed it is even than to receive.
He who loves much alone finds life worth
living;
Love on through doubt and darkness,
and believe
There is no thing which love may not
achieve.
Have you noticed the lilacs this
year? 1t is a lilac spring, not in
years can remember such profusion
Of bloom. And they are so early too
this year. Snow balls will have to
be our standby for decoration day. A
few years ago white lilacs were rare
but now days nearly everyone who
has flowers at all has large bush of
the white.
A group were speaking the other
night of the strange and subtle asso-
citation prefume has with memory.
A breath of lilac and the scene chang
es, your thoughts go back to days and
friends of long ago. 1t is not al
ways the pleasant odors am sorry to
say. Take moth balls for instance
the moment that sickening Whit
reaches me think of person / used
to know, ! wonder if you know who
it is?
Missouri Valley went after the dan
delions last week and secured 1900
pounds for which the city federation
paid cent pound. We believe it
was money we'll invested but do not
think we need to do it here. Every
enc is so anxious to get rid of the
pests that they will root them out as
matter Of pride rather than profit.
When are we going to have a dande-
lion day?
1t seems to the Chatting Dish that
club life for women needs no defense
but if it did the beautiful friendship
and intercourse that the Penelope
members will have in memory's gold
en- store house when they think of
Mrs. SERVER justifies a belief in
clubs. The little black ribbon and
the Penelope pin meant much, it was
the outer symbol of deep and tender
feeling.
If the onliest boy you had went
away on the "ehoo choo cars' how
would you feel to read this?
PAITER-TOES.
Everywhere his nanny bout her bizness
She hears somethin' follerin,' little Patter-
toes.
doesn't sound like music: more like thawing
SHOWS
Dripps from the leaves in Spring, hurrying
A. -er-tces.)
Cookin'Ht, ..,eepin,' bakin' hangin out the
les along to boss the doin's on his Patter-
toes.
['Tain't exactiv music. but when water flows
Over pebbly shallers, sounds ies' like Patter-
toes.l
Tangled in his britches, tumblin' on his nose
He don't keer, fer he's boy-oig man Pat
ter-.f eS.
Not what you'd call music, but like wind
that blows
Through the singin. poplars l hear them
Patter.toes.
IF the brook were silenced, winds an thaw-
ing snow,
SOFT would seem without the song Of the Par.
Charlton Lawrence Edholm
There are great many birds which
burst into song after shower is over,
but only a few which pour out their
little hearts in melody while the rain
is falling. Plenty of girls are full of
fun and gayety when the hard work
or the worry comes to an end, but how
about the one who keeps serene,
happy spirit right in the thick of
things9" Bird songs, like happy
faces, are always welcome, but the
bird which sings when the rain is
falling is the best loved of all
There was an old woman as have heard tell
She went out to the market her eggs to sell.
(Her granddaughter now is a very great
swell;
OF the egg -selling grandma one never hears
tell.)-rhe Smart Set.
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