Ceredo advance. [volume] (Ceredo, W. Va.) 1885-1939, 1910-09-14
GanderbOne's Forecast
For September.
Copyright 1910, by G. II. Reith
For September.
FOR SEPTEMBER

FOR SEPTEMBER
Now softened suns mellow luster shed
The laden orchards glow with tempting
red;
On hazel boughs the clusters hang EN-
Drowned,
And with the hunting horn the fields
resOund.
---Old September Poem.
Well we should say SO, and the mel
low horn of Mr. Morgan will awake the
morn, bidding us garner for the bins
and cribs, in which we labor for his
royal nibs. The summer ended and
the blower on the respite over and the
money gone, and Rockefeller as we
drill along, bowling and hoping we are
well and strong.
The seaside sojOurner will quit the
shore, and the summer girl will line up
three or four conquests in puppy love
she has around, and choose the one that
is to go undrowned. The which selec-
ton from the litter born of summer
madness she will then suborn with
things sufficient to unlock it's eyes, and
hurry homeward with the gasping prize,
The busted tourist will return FROM
france with hotel stickers stuck upon
MS pants, and tarred and postalcarded
by his friends, will reap the penalty of
what he sends.
The festive calf will blithely sniff and
snort. and deftly tip up where the hair
Is short, and in the quiet even afterxlow
the quail will pipe his dulcet piccolo
The bold insurgent will insurge the
more, and fill the planet with his dread.
full roar, and each one betting he will
not be last, the autumn candidates will
gallop past
The new progressive and the demo-
crat, the unlnsurging that are standing
pat, and In the midst of them, unfaint
at heart, our Mr.. Bryan ON the water
cart. A maze of issues, and q mass of
men, and 10, a gallus busting now and
then, and not especially alarmed by it.
the trusts desisting till the swarm has
lit.
The man from Elba trying to come
back,
And the poor consumer in his cul- de-
Unknowing if the quaking earth pre-
tends
Death or the near approach perhaps of
friends.
But howsoever and bs it as NAV. the
dread mosquito will have had it's day.
and joining Satan in Its spectral growth.
have made it real hell there for them
both. The while the earthly remnant
of 1t swings upon the window screen.
and drying clings TO that post which
though wanting mortal fire, it still
holds with its face against the wire.
The sad first day of school will come TO
pass,
And the barefoot boy will hide out in
the grass,
And by the time we've caught these
indictments,
The Crippen chase will look like thirty
cents.
Milady Fashion in her hobble skirt
Will stride the pavement with the men
alert to set her right side up again in
case she should in time turn turtle anv
place 1t does beat thunder what the
women wear, and how they stick on
other peoples hair, construct their mid
dies or constraln their their toes and
what Importance they attach to clothes.
But bless us, are they after all to blame
or had they been in these things quite
the same If Mother Ewes first Thought.
as we suppose, had not been necessarily
OF clothes? Was it to be expected in
her case that with a man somewhere
upon the place she ever thought of any
thing at all but gowns, slipovers or per-
haps a shawl?