The Montgomery advertiser., 1907-05-04
DRIFT " OD
 BY PHIL H. ARMSTRONG.
Twilight Time,

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 BY PHIL H. ARMSTRONG. Twilight Time. In Twilight Time
 Just fore we light
 The lamps and Day Slips into Night,
 When shadows shape Themselves Into .tt Strange figures
 or ghostly hue.
 l useter 1uv
 To snuggle down
 Because the bullfrogs Seemed to drown
 All other sounds With their deep bay Loud as the horn On Judgment Day.
 In Twilight Time
 At mothers knee When snugglin' down It seemed to me I. N 1 didn't kere much -, es What would come .l--a So long as she would Sit an hum Those sweet old songs Of long ago.
 Whose simple music
 Seemed to flow .E+ From harp of angels .fBut, noGtwas mother Singing nighD
 In Twilight Time, = A crescent moon
 Sometimes would hover Nights in June ~- .---. .------ Lookin' like A hook on high Anglin for
 The star-fish nigh Thus my childish
 Fancy estrayed In that twilight
 Serenade
 Seemed to me I'd never roam Anywhere Away from home.
 Tn Twilight Time"
 I only know Back tonight I'd like to go
 But the mother
 Old and gray,
 Who sang the tunes
 Has passed away.
 She's singin' angel Anthems now
 With a bright crown On her brow.
 An I. can only
 Sigh in rhyme
 T%illaSt TSf ,hs AHiRey lHi%s'
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 Broken Reflections. The palmister always has a lot of 'OS'nesS Tn ha9e @ Men kick because women use per- tune that isn't half as strong as the xlan Nomen sn st least @ ~ have more sense ns" .han to apply it internally. Pity man doesn't want to butt in but little here T seiSw' 2. s One thing about being an elevator boy: you get rise every day It's wise son that noses on fatheE If mother has the check-book.
 Se ss se Collars will be worn as usual by ths aundries this summer:
 % e & hearse; it would save time if all autos carried an attachment of this kind.
 se & se Life is all tangle the preacher ties the knot and the lawyer unraVels 1t,
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 Of Course. 'I see Gladstone Dowie was left 91o by his father" Well. that's plenty of money fep a man who doesn't kiss"
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 The Modern Cry. Let us have peace No shorts or rips Let us have peace-and moro battie- ships. The Jamestown Exposition is only half dressed and really not fit yet to be exposed-Jeffersoni Weekly, Well, isn't this peek a-boo weather1
 
 Now. Don't you luv the time year When the bluebird's song you hear. When all the trees are blossomins around When the cackle O the hen Sorter makes you stand an grim When the green things are a peep-
 in frum the ground? Don't you like ter smell the rose xxyip Don't you luv each. sprinE-tims
 smell an sight an sound7 Don't you like ter see kids run Kinder happy in the sun. when the green things are peepin'
 frum the ground? He-Dearest love you; though have only known you half an hour will you fly with me? she-No, don't you get fly with me.
 Oh No. I wouldn't be mollycoddIe Though I never yet did see one molly than to he on"
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 An, There. ."Why does our lady undertaken like Van Blows chauffuer 80 weIl?" "oh' he has sucs kIllins ways"
 PSha.-. The day Is cold and dark and dreary, Of spring we're getting sort of leary The heart still clings to smoulderina hope As we read the weather bulletin done. Judging by all of the springs now past Maybe we'll have warm days at last.