Albuquerque morning journal. [volume] (Albuquerque, N.M.) 1903-1926, 1910-09-25
soC1ErY's FAvoRrrE FLOWER.

oOtfGiI y EA'OfAii FLOW E1t.
Society never grows old and "wnen
age in the door s~ociety flies out
of the window" is a much truer adap-
tation of the familiar adage which in
the original applies to the ext of love
ut the entrance of poverty.
But society once was and
perhaps had her days of first loves
even as you and l aud the rest of the
world.
Strange. or isn't it. that it is all
ways The plural form. first loves in
the morning OF life and the singular.
last love, in the past noon Of exist
ence2
Come, society dear. lets fly in mem
ory's ship-of course it's an airship,
since YOU are f~ashionably modern
back to the autumn OF yesteryear,
when the gasps OF dying summer, ever
as now. chilled the breezes and scared
the leaves. Airships are uncertain
things and as Cousin Nogi' remark
ed Of human life. perishable like ba-
nanas. He added All grand things
decompose. Love, life, real estate
w Altii AOd 90 ~ tOAAAh ~ WI > AtAh
il elsewhere. That's the way of air
ships and you don't yer know. Just
where they will land, but on this jour
ney backward over nemory's way VI
are going to stop at the first loves of
society. Perhaps She had many more,
but this story deals with two, which
number should content most grasping
%fomininity. They both carried lier
books to school, lifted her over the
creeks and muddy way and wrote in
her album just AS someone wrote In
your W and-cenfess noW-you
wrote i'll someone's
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Sugar is sweet.
And so are you
Violets and roses. our first love
letter had them as the theme and
through life they whisper Of lovers
aud their wooing.
Society's pathway through life is
supposed to be colored like the rose
and scented like the purpling violets.
AND are not roses and Niolets the
.favorite flowers Of this autocrat in
the realm OF feminine loveliness?
But which does society love the
best, roses red or violets blue?
Please don't everyone speak at once.
Listen u moment and you shall hear
q story which may be true or may not,
which may answer the question Of
the flowers or ray not.
OHee a late Septenber sun strayed
a last smile into a world Of flowers.
\ u the great outside but that glass
world wllisll exists because
societv likes to wait the fragrance OF
Flowers and their freshness with the
Of Jewels and light.
There on that day a bunch of vio-
lets tied with a cord of self royal col
CT rcDosed in d box marked plainly
e Society,"
And close beside a great cluster OF
roses peeped from clinging arms of
3milax.
Together they went TO her.
\ pretty maid placed them in bowls
Of cooling water and left their frag-
rance and beauty in luxurious, beauti-
full loneliness which they did but seem
TO enhance,
The roses told the violets they want /
ed sooiety's favor and the violets told
The roses how they came to WOO.
And both clusters he'd tiny swaying
white cards with, perhaps. the names
of the two who wrote In her album
tAout roses, violets, sugar and you, /
aud who have now REACHED the Nlu-
siNe OISllluSiOlleu grown up uaNs.
Then the shadows crept silently into
the room and the flowers tired Of talk
never gossip as you and l.
lozcd away into flower dreamland.
suddenly q bright light was about
them. which no doubt made them
blink. and white hands somewhat list
reached for the cards as
though flowers that come every day
less fragrant and less beautiful
Is is true Of oil the good things Of
life
\ sudden movement and the roses
saw with amaze and mayhsp with o
iriflc Of displeasure the violets close
-O 2 glowing face which needed not
heir fragrance.
The violets went TO the dance that !,
night and were crushed in a joyous
understand, ] meal Of
in the dance and the roses
wed. yet 4 day. in the beautiful lone
mess.
From which You gather, Socictys
.avorite flower Is the violet.
No. the question isn't answered.
Tor Will be. Flowers associate them
with scenes in fitting life and
,n the nature Of the part We play
cur regard for the flower
which was the silent audience. And