Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1913-12-22
Maine GOSSIP
Children of the Niaht.

Blame US not, an, blame us not, We folk
who love the sun
Whose longings haunt the fields at
noon. the ingleside AT night;
For we are of another blood, and feel
our pulses run
AS run the tides to meet the moon, and
leap beneath her light.
We sit beside your hearthstones with
our faces to the fire.
But our hearts within are straitened-
fdo We ever underStand?)
For We long to turn away-yet dare not
yield to the desire
Where the moonlight at the window
beckons, beckons like hand.
a tongue unknown:
We gaze at you unseeing, for our
thoughts are far away,
Like scattered flakes of star-dust on the
flying cloud-raek blown
Beyond the placid vision of the children
of the day.
Blame us not, we quiet ones, who crouch
beside the flame,
And rule it as we rule your souls, with
measured, tranquil hand,
Nay but my words are idle. Give us
neither praise nor blame
Only be blind forever, since We can not
Amelia Josephine Burr.
Damariscotta Herald: In one re-
spect the theatres have won lap
on the churches. When one attends
services in a church, conducted by
such a man as MIR. Taylor, he nat
urally likes to see the speaker. But
in front is a waving forest of feath-
er busters, turkey tail plumes and
all sorts of weird feather contrap-
tions surrounding hats resembling
hrn nRaph baskets.
battered stove pipes, dismantled
ruined crows nests and aeroplanes.
Theatres don't allow women to form
and impenetrable veil between the
audience and the performers. Take
leaf out of the devils book, Bro.
Taylor, and make the women remove
their mountainous headgear.
Fish Wardens Fred A. Tarbox and
Obed F. Stackpole put in some strenu-
Gus hours near Biddeford, Thursday
afternoon, searching the woods at
Whichers Mills in the vicinity of the
home of Jack Bronson for a hide
where they believed shore Holsters arc
kept. The wardens had received
tip, Thursday morning, that Bronson
had been to Cape Porpoise and got a
load of shorts, and when he left the
place he said he had not time to lose
as he did not know when the fish
wardens from Biddeford might show
up. Messrs. Stackpole and Tarbox left
on the early morning electric, Thurs
day, from City square and at the town
house at Kennebunkport they met
Agent Shuffieburg of the S. p. c. A.,
who Joined the party bound for
Whichers Mills. On arriving at their
destination, the officers saw team
coming out of the woods and when it
came near them they discovered that
1t was driven by Jack Bronson. While
the fish box was empty. 1t smelled
strongly of freshly cooked Holsters.
Bronson denied that he had any lob
sters that were under size, and Won
dered why the officers should suspect
him of any wrong doing. The two
fish wardens and the S. p. C. A. agent
concluded that there was a hiding
place in the woods where their sus-
pect kept his Holsters and very little
of the big tract of woodland was
overlooked. They found claws and
other parts of what appeared to have
been short Holsters but could find no
whole Holsters.
Geese are higher than ever, this
season." rournfully remarks Charles
T.. Bicknell of Rockland. Out at the
farm, Charles has been carefully
nurturing II geese which finally
reached table size. Bob and an as
sistant went but the other night to