The Montgomery advertiser., 1909-01-05
DRIFT WOOD

 might be living in prohibition town and not know the ropes.
 Speaking along that line, the Pro- hibitionists have begun strenuous Maryland.
 Everything is going up and staying up thesedays but airships--consolatton for the poor consumer. If that's any.
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 A noted scientist has succeeded in crossing an orange with cucumber that's nothing-we know men riEht here in Montgomery who can cross A face of prohibition and . policeman. An Ohio man says that Santa Claus Is blind. We believe in many cases he wishes he were in order not to see tho figures in the christmae bills. Mir Roosevelt is harboring a keen de- sire to kill a white rhinoceroB in Af- rica. That may be interpreted as gen tie hint of what he would like to do to his white elephant in the United States--Congress.
 A California judge has given . man eight years in the Renitentiary for stealing eight cents; ;rss IT psSportionAtss high oficial grafters, when would they ever set oHtT This world Is 6 paradox: Some men kick because they have a heavy load to carry and others kick because the State is dry and they can no longer get heavy Load" to carry. Betting your husband over the head with a sad-iron Is only calculated to make his disposition all the sadder.
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 What matters it about the New Years resolutions so long as the wheels of commerce make the New Years revo- lutions?
 When some men tell a joke they laugh so much at the start that they spoil 1t.
 + serve a mans dignity when he Is so drunk that he can't pick up his cigar when 1t falls.
 Or. yes. Stella. MT. Taft is ,a ''Union" cabinet maket.
 Iris better tc have loved and lost than to have just increased the cost, and have your bosom heaved and tossed by being just forever Iossed.
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 There was a hungry poet who in pov. erty did squirm till one day he writ poem" for an advertising firm. and 1t tickled the proprietor so he took him in daughter-now he doesn't starve and sQuirm.
 Always get up from the table hun gry," say an Illinois octogenarian. TO houses this advice will be superfluous
 Memory. As soft as the breezes that blow rrom
 the South, Were the whispers of love iron, your As blue as the blue of the Southern
 skies,
 Was the azure hue of your deep blue As brisht as the gold of the sunsets
 glare,
 Was the rippiing gold of your golden
 hair.
 Oh. Little Jennette. are you waiting
 there yet, Where you murmured goodbye when
 your cheeks were wet? Is your heart still as true, as 1t was ob That we stood by the river there in And have you forgotten the moment Of
 bliss
 When heart beat 'gainst heart in .
 Quickening kiss? OH' iStAC %iNN S"SotHodte' The years have been many--and it
 makes one forget. The nights have been weary--the davs
 have been long And I only hear signing where l
 should hear song. And the heart of me yearns in hope.
 less unrest. For it seems that I've missed all in life
 that is best. I know that the same moon Is shining On the paths where we wandered when
 our hearts were light. 1 know that the nnocking bird sings as When the whole soul Of love in his song
 he would pour. oh, little Jeanette. since the first time I haven't forgotten. I cannot forget. And here in the firelight your face and
 your name Are writ on the bosom of each ieapinK
 name
 And this Is q message I'm sending to whether your heart has forgot or is Oh. the years they are many; the years
 they are long, And I have but the mem'ry-Just that
 and my song
 seventy-fve thousand autos are to be made in this country this year, but the belt line was still being patrofitsed by many of us here in Montgomery at the hour of Rallopping off to pPese,