The Montgomery advertiser., 1908-09-09

 and improvement.
 DRIFT OOD Some one claims to have discovered a substance which Is aoo times sweeter than sugar.-Panola watchman.
 We did that long ago-and she lives right here in Montgomery!
 + + ...I The Italians have Q proyerb which says Honest. deep down in our hearts we be- iieye this was started by some prohibit So many people talk about marriage be- ing failure when did you ever stop to think about how many single people are An ex-bandit recently married a rich Oklahoma widow. We'll. his former training will no doubt. come in handy now.
 + Now, girls the very latest news from mistake about women's hats going to be as small as saucers in the near future. So you can cling tq your merry wid. a lit- 'The smile that won't come off" is ap. parent on the faces of both Bryan and
 
 wise.
 q man is shot on the boardwalk. just what b the location thereof.
 "on a windy day 1t is quite trying for woman to attempt to hold up her skirt. held on her hal and hold her tongue ali MsSS: bSt sasi m an nos sutnorisy ses .,o,s,. to hold the attention of masculine on- locker as the time.
 The horse-owners have refused to race their horses at the county fairs while Gov ernor Hughes is present.
 Timpson's q 6 year Mayor has the ap- pendicitis. Now. he is also a newspaper man. and as an operation costs like the deuee-Weii-you figure 1t out-we're tired little boy can be very happy with A catcher's mitt. ball. bat, a pocket full and the ability to whistle through his teeth. little girl can be perfectly contented with a doll house full of dolls and clothes. to play visiting with her.
 Oh. the simple tastes of childhoodI Pity that we ever outgrow thsmi.
 One of the guests at swell luncheon in Wellington. Kansas. the other day abselt- mindedly scratched his head with his fork there protests at the proceeding However no doubt, some of the other guests were eating with their knives, so what's the use The average number of hairs on the ask us to voueh for this statement az We are too busy today to count 'sm.
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 man and his wife who have been separated for fifty-five years were reunited yesterday. Better late than never.
  who weighs 4So pounds. is advertising in . Western paper for a husband. May the chap who gets her realize fully the weight New York ain't gone to the devil yet even if they are dancing nearly naked" says Maggie Cline. Be that as 1t may, Mag gie. dear. you'll admit that that Is at least pretty appropriate style of dressing in which to make the start for such q warm cline.
 It is surprising the number of Montsom- cry girls who wear clocks. Wo are trtfle nearsighted-what time is itf Hello. Jones. what are you doing with that nutmeg?"
 well. you see its like this: If my wiss wants me to get some article and bring home from the city she gives me something as near like 1t as possible, so can't forget "Ha-ha-har
 Whats the matter?"
 eA fresh supply of some new patent medi- cine she was taking before 1t had quite given out"
 The editor of a rural Alabama paper Is kicking because he has to write his editO- rtals so close to a restaurant that the odor Noses that Is just the sort of inspiration that would enable us to write an ode fit for queen to read.
 Nov. see here. the world owes me "Perhaps-bIft yod needn't expect to sit up in an easy chair and mall out state ments on the first of each month. My boy you'll have to call around pretty often-ths world is a pretty tough proposition"
 The Orchard Dream. stood in the old home orchard Just at the close of day. When the golden sun had vanished And left but the twilight grey. A whippoorwill was calling To his mate way off somewhere, And a sort of solemn sadness Pervaded all the air. The trees like gaunt ghosts beckonsd Me back into the past, And thought of a day long vanished When had stood there last. Had stood with another-fairer Than any I ever knew With hair Ike the gold of the ;SI sunset There on tree I found It. q knew it)-her name and mine And the sight of 1t caused blood -throboing Llko Nue 0Illhlhh oA u An. however-the leaves have drifted Full many a year since them And the fruit has Greened and mellowed. But I've not noticed when. And somewhere through earth shes roam
 ing
 Or maybe she sleeps Tn peace. But the ache in my heart keeps growing, And the yearning can never ceaseI So here I'm back to the orchard Under the tree again Watching the leaves drift downWard. Hearing the birds refrain. Meanwhile the gaunt trees beckon. The whIppoorwll still cries But I only come in the twilight For the blue has left the skies!
 PHIL H. ARMSTRONG.
 No4 str,,ck With Terror,