The Montgomery advertiser., 1907-08-29
DRIF WO OD

DRIF WO OD BY PHIL H. ARMSTRONG,
 If peoples thoughts were something tangible, there would be a lot of sur prises running around loose.
 There are more contrivances to woman's makeup, Horatio. than were ever dreamed of in your philosophy.
 
 On Life's crowded stage rush not toa eagerly for the spot-light-first act well your part, and the light will find you.
 Be not too humble, for there is al- kick.
 Primer of the Nature FaIxir.
 See the Cow! Isn't she a Nice CowT No, she is a Mllch Cow-but she does mt belong to the Dairyman, Freedom. If @ you don't believe he Dita 1t get ct enough of them together-(those cute ones on the back of a dollar)- and you can ouy your Freedom If you are brood of Eagles.
 See the Monkey. Isn't he. in-tell-i- key He Is e compsiled ilPfo' to eat GGat at Table % with Newport Society People. Isn't this taking Mean Advantage of the Poor Monkey3
 See the turtle. He is mocking Vice. President by drawing into his shell. By and by He shall have some mock turtle Soup.
 See the Butterfly making Butter. See the Horse eating Horse-Radtsh. See the Cow Slip on her KimOna.
 Now, the Boy or Girl who can best repeat these Memory Gems tomorrow will get Teddy -Bear-in-mind the les soni
 A Dusky serenade. Whar de mornin' glory's .twinin' Oar my heart it am a pinin.' An my heaht wid her heaht's Jinin.'
 Cindy Sue.
 whar he big moon am a beamin' An his silver light am streamin,' Den ob you I falls a-dreamin-- Cindy Sue!
 Oh, de big horned owl am calIin' | Where de shadders am a-fallin' Where de snakes an lizards crawlIns | Cindy Sue.
 An yo' cabin in de cotton. Is de home Fse been a-spottin'- An yo' love aint forgotten | Cindy Sue. l An dar'll be a celebration- | Mong de culled population Kase gwine to change yo' station-~
 Cindy Sue!
 'Mr Newly Rich has acquired love. ly table manners now" Yes; he's learned to eat pie without mussing up his ears."
 You say he is close observer of
 'FYes, indeed-sits in the front row at every musical comedy" We Blush Our Thanks.
 It Is with the deepest appreciation that the Driftwood man slips the fol- | lowing tribute from the versatile pen 1 of the talented Miss Virginia Clay Of The Huntsville Democrat,
 Clinging to his poetic "Driftwood" | in The Montgomery Advertiser, Phil Ii. Armstrong has caught up this pretty little flower inspiration that readily finds a tune in our heart and mem ory full of romances. Knowing Phil. one would think his youth an impreg- | nable barrier against such thoughts | of "the realm of forgotten things" but not so; old Anno Domini has little to do with the sweet, rose-tinted pictures he can paint with his pen, save just as a background. and the beauties of the Mystic Land are easily re-incarnated in verse. Just read this romance he tells of
 An OId-FashiOned Cinnamon Rose. Somewhere back in the Mystic Land, In the realm of forgotten things, I see a garden. so quaint and fair, Where dank with perfume is the sum- And the subtle odor that clings, An old sundial and winding paths, A zephyr that faintly blows, Snatches of bird songs, liquid sweet. A quaint, old-fashioned rustic seat, And the oId-fashioned cinnamon rose. Oh, the old-fashioned cinnamon rose
 these days, l don't see up in towni
 And the sundial, too, Is thing of the Oh the u dear old things are going fast, As we march the long years down. TO think of the lovers whove sat and On the old rustic seat! Who knows Of the hearts that leaped in ectasy, Or the hearts that were breaking so Meath the old-fashioned cinnamon
 rose! old-fashioned cinnamon rose, you're Of a Childhood that's half forgot; You belong back there with the spin ming wheel, ,, With simple hearts that could love and In that quaint Elysium spot; But your fragrance holds through all . In the old scrap book you repose. s A sweet old fragrance to you stiU } Through i"d1t the long. long years of fOr- You OiS-fashiOned cinnamon rO0el