The Montgomery advertiser., 1907-05-27
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Where the Feathefed FOIks Are Sfngin'
Where the feathered folks are singin'
tThe mocking birds. the bluebirds and
the wrens)
1t sets the heart q beatin' wild with
pleasure
An the face a radiatin' with the grins.
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the bird songs
That fill the summer air with melody;
Life wouldn't seem so sweet without
OF the little feathered folks up In the
tree.
Where the feathered folks are warblin'
in the tree tops
The sweet magnolia's bloomin' fair and
Filling all the air around with frag-
And as sslg;. to MI the long day with
City people keep their birds in cages
But II amt the same as when them
For their little hearts Just overflow
where the feathered folks are singing
In the tree.
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Broken Reflections.
You can't always Judge an ancestor
by his goldframed portrait IN the par
How the world doth fade from us
when we look at it through the tears
Of grief.
Frequently an apparently straight
man will bend to do something crook
ed.
No woman ever kicked at having
riches forced upon her without an In
PRODUCTION.
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Precious little satisfaction there is
after all In dying with a fashionable
disease.
Heaven is reflected in a baby's smile
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The man who marries for beauty
alone has his moments when he rea-
Lies that 1t won't cook the biscuits.
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Anybody is fool for luck where
Ignorance Is bliss.
OF course a widow isn't wall flow
err when she has weeds.
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1t just takes a blind man to feel for
others.
May Time In Alabamaa.
May Time in Alabama,
An the mornin's are as cool
AS the water in woodland creek
Down at the big trout pooL
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And the woods they smell, SO sweet
oh May Time in Alabama
Sir, tell you can't be beat.
May Time in Alabama
Babes are maxim clover chains
May Time in Alabama
An its goodbye to the rains.
For the bright old sun is shinin'
In a way that is a treat
Oh May time in Alabama, sir,
tell you can't be beat.
May Time in Alabama
An we're plantin' over crops
That we realize was ruined.
BY the everlastin' drops.
Offh' rain that poured down on US
In the meadow an the street
But the Alabama sunshine
Not in Maytime cant be beat.
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The Reason.
How do you succeed in keeping
your husband at home nightsf"
INV dear, I have had saloon doors
fitted to the dining room, piled the
table with poker chips, hired ? pro-
fessional gambler to win all his''money
(Which l get) and have a big police
man come in at two r a. m. ., ana d rag
all the comforts of a club
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The Spanish baby and the jamestown
exposition are both bowling sue
cesses.
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said In my haste All fishermen are
liars.
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Song.
Roses red
And violets blue
And all the world
In love with you.
Roses red
And just
A-swaying;
Come my love
And let's
Go Maying.
Bees are buzzing
Through the clover
Let us live
The old days over
Green grass growing
Miles around
Cattle lowing.
Sweet the sound
OF the far on
Changing bell
Where they're browsing
In the dell.
Roses red
With fragrance sweet
Nodding long the
Village street.
Children playing
Meath the trees.
Tangled curls famed
BY the breeze.
IT'S a perfect
Springtime day.
can hear the
Waters play
In the babbling
Brook afar.
Where the nodding
Cattails are.
Roses red
And morning glory.
Each one breathing
It's sweet story.
or simple sous
who would not roam
or the peaceful
Joys of home
what Secretary Taft Suggests.
Houston Post
The Washington Herald says sec