The Birmingham age-herald. [volume] (Birmingham, Ala.) 1902-1950, 1910-06-04
We Go On q "Still Hunt" For
Spring And Summer Which
Proves to Be Quite Interesting
The Poor Old Comet Is Blamed For It's
Blankets Still Needed-Verdant Signs At East Lake
Park-Everything In Full Bloom, Yet the
Weather Man "Does Out Cool Weather
BY DOLLY DALRYMPLE

many pavilions and public places now
adays have those horrible old artificial
palms and ferns and things. and they
are no more real harbingerS of spring
than the flowers in a millners window.
What do you want-Killarney roses
that took the prize in the New York
flower shown l asked.
IF only they bring a message from
Erin as to springs whereabouts" Peggy
replied
We wandered about over the grounds,
noting that everything was in spring and
summer attire as we were. The paint
brush had been used lavishly and every
thing was spick and span. while the
benches dotting the park from the en-
trance, way over to the other side of
the lake, were as bright a new dol
lar. and just waiting for a nice coy
little chat from some lover and his lass,
or else a bunch of Riddles who could
plan their days frolic while reposins
there.
do you really believe we are going to
have any summer at all?" asked Peggy
of an elderly gentleman encountered just
1t tudt iHOiiicht'
Cant prove it by me-" was the quick
response.
"Then let's go interview the geese and
lie ducks in the lake" said she disgust
eddy. Maybe they'll know"
And hither we wendell our way.
I'm not one of those people" sighed
Peggy as we stood on the bank of the
lake and saw the White Squadron of
geese and ducks sail majestically by,
"who can imagine a 'eLohengrin swan in
every old duck or goose that comes my
way"
"Pessimist that you are l declared.
Don't you think they are intelligent
looking at least?" | asked
Nothing that's feathered ever seemed
to me to have an atom of sense re-
marked Peggy and then we changed the
subject and spied bunch of cunning
little boys playing marbles.
why-there's spring." announced
Peggy like she was talking through a
megaphone.
"Where?" / asked looking hopelessly
around.
"There-with those boys, arguing and
fighting over 'agates' and pee-wees' and
stones That's an unmstakable sign of
the good old summer time! cried Peggy.
"And vet the weather man doles out
signals of frost and billiards up on the
great lakes and scares us out of six
years growth for fear We will get it
here-and all the winter clothes packed
up I opined,
I.
the lakeside and read some verses that
will make us think that spring and sum-
mer have come, if nothing else will, >
Peggy said peacefully.
us it Tennyson or Tom Moore?" l
asked skittishly
Henry Timrod," she answered quick
ly, land in the pages of this volume l
am holding so tightly there are faded
volets which I have gathered every
spring since I was old enough to care
or know. Don't you recollect the poem
about the blue-eyed dryad stepping forth
from the beech tree and saying
Behold! / am SPRING.
"And I believe she has come, leading
her little sister Summer by the hand,
and they have brought their big Sara
togas. packed full of green and white,
and crimson clothes! Summer Is here!
Summer is herel The golden month of
June, 1T is gloriOus!