The Montgomery advertiser., 1907-07-07
DRIFTWOOD
 ny PHIL n. ARM1TRON0.

T - | With the planet Mars coming closer to us, Walter Wellman dashing for the | North Pole and the Honorable John Temple Graves still doing stunts the country is somewhat excited this warm weather.
 After all John D.. when caught act cd very Christian like" about it.
 Carrie Nation with her little hatchet is again chopping her way into the
 The Michigan fish industry is doing pretty well. The last product is ff- teen- pound pickerel, caught on troll- ing line tied to the side of a boat, which upset the boat and drowned two people--News Item. Now. will The Houston (Tex.) Post That letter from Henry Watterson to William J. Bryan was as affectionate as a billet doux from school girl If Harry Orchard had been out of jail wouldn't he have had rousing Fourth with his dynamite and nitro glycerine?
 Maybe it was just a modest shrink ,ng from publicity with John. Evelyn Walsh, Who Is worth so many millions she cannot count them, wants ss9 tS 6eS9%s tno newspaper reporter porters who might (with the proper persuasion) give up their jobs for her millions and thus effect trade. One good thing about that proposed caress of Carrie's: It wont have . spir- ituous odor clinging to those pouting. girlish lips of hers. The next time it becomes necessary to reach John D. and no one else has the nerve to try 1t let them ring in the services of book agent. One magazine editor advertises for | good, truthful fish stories:' he must be expecting nobody but Roosevelt to | contribute.
 In St. Louis there Is a man who. eats | only once every twenty days. Is he magazine poet or subject for a hyp- | uotist2
 Now comes German doctor who claims he can remove the 'biossor,,'' from any whiskey nose in few days time. Wouldn't it be better to remove the whiskey2
 A Day on.
 A day off in the country where the cooling breezes blow, Where the buttercups and daisies and the sweet wild roses grow. Where tha ice cold spring is gurgling as it tumbes OCT the rocks, Where you needn't wear no coat nor collar, shoes nor even socks. Where you just lie back and listen to
 the everlasting call Of the sassy Mister Jaybird over by
 the water fall.
 Or if your ears should tire of the wild birds as they sing
 Just cock your eye to heaven where
 the buzzards slowly swing. Slowly swing through that blue dis tance like mighty ship at sea. While your fancy goes a roaming till
 you think you're flying free. Not thing to do but lie there while
 the hours drift away,
 And there ain't no boys and porters standing round for you to pay. Just raise up when you're a mind to and just pluck luscious peach, | Wash 1t down with cool spring water that is also just in reach. Then when dinner time comes round and the old farm bell calls you in just go right in and win. | oh. the tablecloth is winter than whit est drifting snow. And the pretty country girls are smil- ing at you in a row. There's a blessing then you pitch in on the buttermilk and jam, On the cabbage and the chicken and perhaps the juicy lamb.
 Oh, the tables fairly groaning with the good things thst~are there And you eat till you are grooming,
 caused by eating food so rare. After dinner then the young folks in the parlor gather round While some Miss sits at the organ, and there flows wealth of sound Oh. the tunes may be old-fashioned and the voices may not blend.
 But you all feel just as happy when those hymns you upward send. Thus the hours pass till supper time. when supper's just as good As the dinner was, or better; 'oh. you | never saw such food. '
 When it's over then you gather on the
 old front porch again
 And the whipporwills and mocking
 birds lift up their sweet refrain. Then A country lass sits listening
 while you tell her of the town And she says Do tell" and Goodness" | till you pretty nearly frown- At her innocence, but never do for soon
 she steals your heart
 And when you hike back to the city 1t Is sorter hard to part. Oh, A day of, or a week off, or a month
 7. of. it's the same
 It's good and better. best. and well it's
 all part of the game.
 For a man thirsts. for the fields and
 woods and running streams that To his sporting blood, or if they don't.
 he ain't no man at all. Truth, Too.
 ''What is Reginald doing since he in- herited that large English fortuneY
 'He is riding to the hounds"
 'Indeed?"
 'oh. in America. I suppose you would say going to the dogs."
 Advertiser Shots.
 If a girl has cat eyes and you tell her they are baby blue she'll tell 1t around you have 3 lot of sense.
 About the first accident that will happen when we get motor car airships ia annaA ahsAnt-minded fellow will try