The Caucasian., 1910-09-04
FOR SEPTEMBER
Copyright 1910 by c. H. Rieth.

FOR SEPTEMBER
Copyright 1910 by c. H. Rieth.
FOR SEPTEMBER
Now softened suns a mellow luster shed,
The laden orchards glow with tempting
red;
On hazel boughs the clusters hand en-
Drowned,
And with the hunting horn the fields
resound.
Old September Poem.
Well we should say 50, and the mellow
horn of Mr.. Morgan will awaken the
morn, bidding us garner for the bins and
cribs i'll 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, bow
ing 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 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 his eyes, and
hurry homeward with the gasping prize.
The busted tourist will return from
France with hotel stickers stuck upon
his pants, and tarred and postalcarded
| by his friends, viii reap the penalty of
what he sends They'll waltz him up ard
down upon a rail, and alternately turn
him head and tail, or howsoever they
may best enjoy the views of Venice or
the site of Troy.
The festive calf will blithely. sniff and
snort, and deftly tip up where the hair
is short, and in the quiet even after
glow the quail will pipe his dulcet pic
colo. The bold insurgent will insurge the
more, and fill the planet with his dread
ful roar, and each one betting he will
not be last, the autumn candidates will
gallop past.
The new progressive and the Demo
crat, the uninsurging that are standing
pat, and in the midst of them, unfain
of heart, our Mr. Bryan on the watei
: cart A maze of issues, and a mass ot
| men, and 10, gallus busting now anc
then, and not especially alarmed by it
the trusts desisting till the swarm ha
lit.
The man from Elba trying to come back
! And the poor consumer in his cu1-de-sa
I Unknowing if the quaking earth por
! tends
Death or the near approach, perhaps, 0
friends.
But howsoever and be it as may, tn
dread mosquito will have had its day
: and joining Satan in its spectral growth
have made it real hell there for ther
Q both. The while the earthly remnant o
= it swings upon the window screen, an
drying clings to that post which, thong
wanting mortal fire, it still holds wit
its face against the wire.
! The sad first day of school wifi come t
. pass,
i And the barefoot boy will hide out i
i the grass
e And by the time we've caught these mai
contents,
n The Crippen chase will look like thirt
n cents.
Milady Fashion in her hobb1e ski
will stride the pavement with the me
= alert to set her right side up again i
lease she should in time turn turtle an
place. 1t does beat thunder what th
women Wear.A.at1d how they stick o
other peoples hair, constrict their nic
dies and constrain their toes and whs
importance they attach to clothes Bt
Bless us. are they after all to blame, {
had they seen these things quite tt
same if Mother Ewes first thought, {
we suppose, had not been necessarily G
clothes Was it to be expected in he
case that with man somewhere upo
the place she ever thought of anythin
at all but gowns, slipovers, or perhaT
shawl
But anyhow, the crawfish will has
holed,
And the pumpkin showed the fainte:
trace Of gold,
The sassafras will don a redder dres
And the gods win crowd around the c
der press.
Or prohibition or whatever will, hei
is fountain that shall serve us still
a place of resting and steal away OF
! of the desert and the heat of day. /
! place Of quiet and the shade of palm
q af* ireiraffay1 md fba coa+biun kofn1