The citizen. (Honesdale, Pa.) 1908-1914, 1909-09-29
MAPLEWOOD.
10 to the fair next week.

Mrs. VIM. Sharpe is confined to
the house by a severe attack of
erysipelas.
Rev. j. G. Rosenberger spent Sun
day at Newfoundland.
Martha Keene, who has been con-
fined to her home by siege of diph-
iberia, is able to be out again.
The work of putting in the par
sonage foundation is progressing,
and it is expected that large
number will come out this week and
help finish the work. The rough
lumber is on the ground, shingles
purchased and enough money on
hand to pay what help that has to be
hired.
The Ladies' Aid Society last spring
decided on a plan for raising funds
for their work and a contest of the
Reds and Blues was the result.
Mrs. George M. Black captained the
"Blues" and Mrs. Adam Frichtel the
Reds" The contest closed last
month with the Reds a winner.
The winners were given supper
last Friday night at the home of
the pastor when corn toast and
pumpkin pie supper was served.
The following verses were written
by Mrs. Frederick Won Storch, of
Scranton, for the corn toast enter
| tainment:
"Will you come to the corn roast"
on Thursday night?"
1--WE will, if it does not rain"
And will you help us, just read or
recite,
Or something original maybe you d
! write,
Thus helping to entertain"
So spoke our minister's good wife,
Last Sunday afternoon
Well, l racked my brains theme to
find,
But never subject would my mind
Grant to me as a boon.
When 10! as l gazed across the lakes
l saw on the opposite shore
That the trees were donning their
autumn tints
Such hues as only nature prints.
! When the summer days are DER.
There! colors shall be my theme"
l said,
why this is a supper of blue to
red;"
So, l started in with vision cleared,
And soon the following rhymes
appeared.
l wonder what is the favorite hue,
OF each and every one in view.
I'm sure that each one loves the
sight
OF some, one color, dark or light.
AS you pass along the busy street
Perhaps an Irishman you'll meet;
If you say to him, with serious mien,
ever SEEM"
He'll say without moments pause
There's only one color for Erin's S
cause
(As he draws from his lips an old
dudeen)-
Sure, the loveliest color for me is
green"
The Spaniard-dapper little fellow,
viii tell you this,-"My color is
yellow"
The Englishman will hold to red,
Hue of the blood already shed,
To hold his island against all foes,
Red,-color of the English rose.
The German loves another hue,
His praise is all for corn flower
blue"
And every nationality,
No matter where on land or sea,
Each has a color for a guide
To which they point with fondest
pride.
Even the Indian, 1.-THE and strong,
Who moves with stealthy tread along
viii ornament his copper hue
With colors,-yellow, red and blue
Now, listen for the war-whooI
shrill,
For war-paint means-he's out tc
kill.
The Quakers with face demure,
Hid in bonnet, so secure,
Before your gaze will drop her eyes
AS softly, sweetly she replies,
When questioned in the self-same
way,
My favorite hue, of course, is Grey
Ask every patriot girl or boy,
Playing with doll or game or toy,
What color each one loves the
best,"-
They'll one and all reply with zest
We, to our country's flag are true,
Three hues we love, red, white ant
blue,
When, here at Maplewood, Pa,
: We to the station wend our way,
Perhaps to take a train to town
We find another color-Brown.
J And even here within this room,
A color, sombre as the tomb,
(But sombre only in the name).
1t is prominent. The worthy dame