The Montgomery advertiser., 1908-10-27
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DR EFT WOOD barbecue is not necessarily got ten up by barbers. - The photographer is usually taken at his face" value
 Two things that scratch in this world are your winter underwear and your neighbors chickens.
 fast girl will work anywhere ex- cept in double harness for a life time Gorky is going to get married again. He works this affinity business over- time.
 If Abruzzi and Miss Eikins do not hurry up and marry the yellow jour nals will marry .ea anyhow.
 Harry Thaw is looking for some anyone be cruel enough to send him The Congressional Record.
 The average husband is more inter- ssted in pork-chops than woodchops. A girl had rather be told her new hat is becoming than that she has brains.
 If people in real society talked the mushy stuff the novelists would have you believe we'd rather be in jail.
 Sympathize with woman and she will invariably think you are making love to her. To q woman the two are synonymous usually.
 The family skeleton isn't always in the closet. sometimes she is in even ing dress.
 Somebody is trying to invent 8 noiseless typewriter. This would be a relief; we know one who can talk like fury and she never seems to tire. Speaking of pay-as-you-en enter-cars To them we make no resistance.
 But we kick like---well----
 We hate to tell
 At this pay u-enter-existenee.
 
 Some lawyers are bar fixtures" says Col. John Reese,
 A Mir Cheese of Chicago wants his name changed. Someone has evidently been trying to get head of Cheese.
 Only few more days
 The .:1,,;I e;I0Hnntry will go wild for
 
 A Boston newspaper proposes to print only what the good men do. We would suggest that It merely run an q am a follower of Satan" says En- ma Goldman. Nobody ever doubted 1t Emma.
 An n/automobile wreck in which a number of prominent people narrow ly escaped death at Lenox. Mass. the Sang que which he lost @ trol of the machine: This was noth- ing to be sneezed at.
 Never put off till tomorrow the win ter underwear that you should put on today.
 This Time O The Year. This time O the year when the leaf is An the golden rods bright plumes ap- When from his throat the plaintive Of Old Bob white cross wheat fields
 floats.
 When the log. fire gleams where the
 house cat dreams
 And all the world with joy teens No time for grief is my belief When the fields are clean of the gar
 nered sheaf
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 pumpkins rolled
 Up in the barn lie manifold. Oh autumn time is a time for rhyme And a time sublime in a southern And its up fore day, when you're feel And you o ike to run where the squir- In the country. oh. it may be slow Back Back to the farm where safe from One sees e Dame Nature in all her Where folks are plain and know not Where it's have 'sat-an' call If you look for cheer and friends so It's down on the farm this time O
 Phil H. Armstrong.
 The Dream Month.
 October is called the dream month time and harvest has been fulfilled, the fruits of field, garden and forest gathered and garnered, and the hus, bandman feels that nature has repaid him for the long. hard months of toll that lie behind. Then come the still days, the golden sunshine, the hazy smoke nged atmosphere. the balmy rance of ripened fruits and foliage; Falling leaves strew the pathways and choke the streams while tree and shrub and vine are clothed with brill fancy of coloFing no painters brush can rival. The gorgeousness and glory of the sunrises and sunsets are wonderful, and neither brush, pen nor wood can imprison their subtleties of tint and shade Woods parties are now at their best. and the batter of the ripened nuts. the purple of the wild grapes and late fruits that invite the frost touches for ripening. all invite the family to outings, the pleasures of which no other season of ths year can rlval-Lumpkin Independent.
 Maybe that isn't going some Tn the way of fine writingi If James Whit comb Riley, of Indiana; Judd Morti- mer Lewis. of Texas, or Phil Arm strong of Alabama, can do anything better in the way of prose poems. come on with the goods.-Atlanta Georgian
 .ow. Phil sharpen your Faber and get busy.-EX.