Greene County herald. (Leakesville, Miss.) 1898-current, 1909-11-05


Sort OF turned each other loose.
And whereas, no one is running
Very hard this year for place,
And we're neither disconnected
Nor distracted by the race,
And the present state of being,
Notwithstanding we rehearse
Some complaints to keep in practice,
Might easily be worse
Therefore, Thursday on November
Twenty-ffth is set apart
As day of thanks and fuIIness
OF the stomach and the heart
When the sacrificial turkey
Shall resume its festal sway,
And we may rejoice it isn't
What it might be, anyway.
November gets its name from
novem, the latin word for nine, 1t
was anciently the ninth mouth, but
that brought it around at the season
when the Roman explorers were get
ting in from Britain and other parts
and raising such q hullabalIo with
their claims and counter claims that
it was made the eleventh month
when the atmosphere had somewhat
cleared and there was something for
which to be thankful. Incredulity in
those days was much worse than it
is now. When Caesar returned to
Rome and claimed to have divided
Gaul into three parts he precipitated
a dispute In the violence of which
both of EsklmOs were assassinated
and the empire rose and fell four or
five times.
The countersign for November is
supplied by Charles r. Crane, who
was. for a minute Minister to China.
Mum is the word Mr.. Cannon will
be coon for h G mon h
with t he follow pg t:
Dogs, Mr. Clapp. Mr.. Cummius, Mr..
Nelson, Mr. Borah; lantern, Mr..
Bristow; axes, Mr. Beveridge, Mr..
Dolliyer; gamesack, Mr.. LaFollette.
From the first to the TWEEN Sec
ond the sun will remain in the con
stellation of ScOrplo, but on the
twenty-second it will pass into that
of SagitUarus the Archer. This will
give the wolf the ball again on our
1O-yard line, with only three meals
to play. If we can hold them there
for downs, the consumer will eat on
the ninth, seventeenth and twenty
seventh, as he has been doing; but If
they score on US, he will eat only
once this month-on the twenty-tifth.
All of us, no doubt, remember
something of the month November,
when the pumpkin pie is blooming,
and the husking bee is on; when the
hills are turning lumber, and the hog
lies down to stumber in the melaq-
choly knowledge that he is TO die at
dawn.
1t is then the apple butter has a
tendency to sputter and to radiate a
a perfume quite a distance from the
pot; it * then the orchards beckon,
and 1t pretty hard to reckon wheth-
er father had his senses when we
moved to towh or not.
Then the pheasant, that great
drummer. wakes the morning, and
for summer in the sad heari Of the
forest is a sweet and piaintlve wall;
and the geese go over flying down
the arching heavens crying loud
alarums, as if winter had them fairly
by the tail. You would think to
hear them hollow that a blizzard
were to follow, and that Boreas had
stung them where they couldn't
stand the pain; but we know them
pretty fairly by this time, and il is
rarely that we ever look for any j
thing beyond little rain.
But it's-not so bad to see them,
Nor amiss to want to be them
They are free, which makes a married
Man look at them more than once:
And a thoughtful contemplation
OF that wedged aggregation
Is not, anyhow, exactly
What made any man a Ounce
1t arouses his suspicious
That too many politicians
Have 10 do with che direction in
Which humankind is bound;
And he wishes it were fated
That we might be recreated
And begin again at Eden
With u new deal all around.
But, howeverwise il may be, this
may be, this November is the baby
that pieaty which is pictured with a
long Pandora horn from which sus-
tenance is pouring in abundance on
the flooring in the shape OF sweet
potatoes, pumpkins, cabbages and
corn.
An of us know that old picture
And it IS what November's like,
When the days are soft and hazy
And the farmers on the hike
With his corn and his hog killing,
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