The Montgomery advertiser., 1909-04-16
DRIFTWooD

A CeTtHin 11Outkoiu0[y man DhJs uts landlady speaks of man who was arr rested for vagary.
 The good will of business may be all right enough but the good will of a deceased rich uncle made out Tn lot more.
 A Pillow sham--the hard little wad called pillow through courtesy that some boarding houses place at the head of 8 bed.
 we are ruined, ruined" walled the frantic husband, "the sherin is coming tomorrow to take everything we've got smilng sweetiy. the patient little wife went over to the dresser drawer and drew therefrom package con- taining $75,0O0 which she had saved from playing bridge whist and thus was the day saved as< A-
 The blue bird chants
 Ills roundelay The sky Is blue, The roses sway,
 But wonder if Spring
 HAS come to stay.
 (stiii we wouldn't advise you to take of your woolens yet on the strength of it.)
 aBeauty is a kind of surprise" says an authority. Not in Montgomery. You meet 1t here on every corner This IS the home of beautiful girls and wo- men. Have you attended your spring moth ball yet?
 tread" but 'he who hesttates is lost" ]" Incomuatible. One has to rush in these days if he wants to keep up with the age and get what's'coming to him. v,,rar,tv is always inexcusable. Even refinement cannot eradicate It. When a woman measures out praise for her own children she always heaps 1t up till 1t rdns over
 Did YOU ever walk around in the sunshine on a rair of stilts when you were a boy until you got tired and then sit down on the sunny side of a barn?
 A manufacturer of white wine vine gar claims that his compuond is so much better than the old fashioned ci- der connection that he says. "who will care for mother ncwI one Montgomery man says to hug bis girl (who weighs nearly 300 nounds) is like hugging an elephant you have to embrace her in instali- ments.
 "where are you going my pretty ..ro % n %sufrragette meeting" sir she Then 'I0; i wrung my hands and tore my ror nSre she was so sweet and young and
 
 Doctors ought to be very brave they are continually facing death r. +hs snring a young mans fancy Turns to thoughts of love '' (How funny)
 Then In June he marries And they turn
 To making money.
 How would you like to be a King or nneen and have some seedsman ln snme far on republic name a turnlp or an onion after you? That Is sure enough fame.
 The HOmeaick Heart. oh xroIv the birds are singing back
 at home the way they did When I was just a happy little tous-
 eled headed kid, Lpov the sweet old fashioned pinks
 are blooming by the fence Filling all the air with the heaven
 born incense.
 Things surely haven't changed much though it's been many day, Since I set foot upon the walk--the
 old front graveled way, Homesick? Yes. I'm homesick for the
 little country town For the young folks who on Sunday
 eve at our house gathered roun. Homesick for the little girl I loved
 so sweet and shy (Sometimes I cannot understand why
 she should have to die.) Homesick-well. you know the feeling
 sometimes in your heart To simply leave the city and for al
 the old haunts start. Still there's nothing like the mem'rS
 no matter where you roam When your homesick heart is pinins
 for your Home, Sweet Home. P. 1T A. Through the MalI-bag. Dear Drift: Sa, ,ya.,r kapdarity