The Montgomery advertiser., 1909-08-15
EFT WOOD
nriying Home The Coua.

Driving Home The Cows. see a leafy lane within deep mys- That twined its zig gag way beside
 brook, Where the branches from the tree tops
 touched each other as they stood To form a dome-a pleasant shady
 nook.
 think of childish pleasures an the
 different things I did The yelpin' dog who parked his
 glad bow vows. was really happy then--a little tow
 haired kid.
 In the evenin' drivin' home the cows. What fun Al in ,ss early S,aaS mSsnin' getting up
 the day. What fun to eat the golden pippins- That glistened with a dew like silver /
 ray. f Life was then one happy rhyine--the
 world a playground seemed Which nothing else in later life al- -1t-s.s lows. a7 Fs .at As golden as the sunset was the fam ctes that dreamed In the evenin' drivin' home the cows. Sometimes with Bob or Jim I ran a
 secret to impart
 An they with boyish eagerness an'
 glee. Would clap their hands as revealed
 the secret of my heart A red birds nest within some tall Or maybe as the 'lowin' kine gfazed in
 the pastures green, Wed hear the quarreifn' crows in These and many other things were F what were daily seen In the evenin' drivin' home the cows. An. Mem'ry as you take me over boy
 hoods backward trail With all its gilded pleasures now de- e nied.
 With all It's rosy tinted dreams never
 thought could fail Across the chasm that the years You set the heart to beatin' fast, the
 eyes to shed tear. Or mayhap think of sentimental
 vows.
 But it seems to me that later ufe's held
 nothing half so dear As boyhood days when drivin name
 the cows.
 A Call Down. She-Do you love me? He-I love you so much, dear, that l would go to the ends of the earth Voice from upstairs at 2 a. m:-- Mary. tell him to try going homs.'
 So Much For Art. Author-What did you like best in my new novel?
 
 last chapter wore green silk like mine. r. Its odd to find an even-balanced fei- low.
 The walters cannot
 Curse the Fates
 For all things come to
 Him who waits.
 Hit Him Right. Phrenologist--Now,, this bump indi- 'AfsS PatientWpRight ieGpIRsiKht you are professor; wife hit me there with a broom last night When a business is run down it needs to be wound up' If there were more platonic loves It's a mistake to talk about driving men to drink; with most of 'em you em away from It.
 A woman doesn't have to understand serve her oonplexion; just so there's drug store handy, that's sufficient.
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 It is one of the pitiful but necessary things in life to spend months salary on an engagement ring Opportunity knocks but once, in which respect 1t differs from a woman. When a woman admits she has Rheumatism and corns she Is either married or Is past hoping to be.
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 The only bird in the hand worth much is the one on the back of dol- lar.
 There Is too much said about the bathing suit-besides 1t is only a small matter.
 We couldn't help laughing at a con- Versation we heard in Montgomery last night. Two young things were swinging in the hammock while the moon hung low and the katydids chirped from the shrubbery. Here Is the dialogue yer batirh:
 "Aw, say, don't call me MISTER Smith-c-c-c-call me Archie" T will" she replied timidly, If you will call me Agnes"
 "Its go." returned the young man from Andalusia, and then we left, while there was a sound as if Mis- souri mule were pulling hIs foot out of the mud. For the young man was kissing her goodnight Oh. pickles, pass the preservesI --P. H. A