The Glenwood post., 1912-09-07


And Autumn IS breezes famed it,
The heart of man would bust with bliss,
And people couldn t stand it.
A little bliss, so we have found, is
almost always better. 1t keeps one foot
upon the ground, and renders one its
debtor. For all the tendency to soar,
mans place is on the planet, and it
isn't very long before he's sorry he
began it.
AT any rate, the mother bird will
call her chicks about her, and tell them,
as they may have heard, that they
must do without her. Their papa Will
describe the trip impending to the
tropics, and give them many kindly
tip on this and kindred topics.
He III tell them all about the worms
They have in Guatemala,
And appetizing germs.
A bird may care to swallow.
And having cleaned up everything,
Including its betrothals,
Intrepid youth will take the wing
And look up Col. Goethals.
They'll sit along Culebra Cut and
crticise it duly. 1t seems to serve the
purpose, but it might be better, truly
They'll thoroughly inspect the locks,
debate the filling, and sometimes SIT
upon the rocks and watch the driliers
drilling. All tourists do it jnss this
way, and sit around and hollow, and so,
in season, will the jay, the redbir
and the swallow.
The first wild ducks will swim about
The dam at Mirafores,
And laugh with many lusty shout
Exchanging summer stories.
And when the Colonel climbs the height.
With many quacks and chucklings, &.
They II say they've not been idle quit >,
And show the little ducklings.
The festive calf will sniff the air and
execute the Grizzly Bear The colt viii
circle round the lot and show the folks
the Turkey Trot. The katydid conceal
ed aloft will run her last few records
off, and in the fragrant mcrning glow
the quail will trill his piccolo.
Well rid of Summer and its gloom,
the presidential race will boom. The
cooler atmosphere at dawn will serve
to clap the blower on. The zoo will
try to swing its feet in something like
rythmic beat. and in the Autumn
time and cool the moose will Aosey
with the mule.
The elephant, with heavy stride,
Will flick the morning with his tail,
And though the course is nice and wide,
There II be some crowding mt the rail.
The moving herds determined trot
viii sort of agitate the earth,
And each of rs will wager what
He thinks his animal is worth.
The cautious voter will conceal
Himself in some place well remote,
And bid philosophy reveal
How he should cireumspeetly vote.
He II read the platforms one by ole,
And speculate upon their fruits,
And till that giant task is done
Subsist ON butternuts and roots.
Far from the madding crowd with.
out, he'll give himself chance /,
think. The whippoorwill shall see him
bowed, and the meadowlark shall see
him drink. He'll hold his two hands
on his head, compress his hot and throb.
bing brain, and scorn his own soft
feather bed until the whole blamed
thing is plain.
The pits of politics are deep, and
many a man, 1T may be said, has gal
loped where his elders creep and hit
the bottom on his head. Where every
other man you meet is running, it is
just as well, to HE to some retreat
and think things over for spell. The
tumult and the shouting die in such a
place, the brain revolves,. and almost
always, by and by, the current guam
dary dissolves. There is no other rem
edy for all the evils that befall the