Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-10-28

| TVERY time / see ded leef fall.
ing from a tree 1 feel said sod
Pa.
| You must be a awful gloom mi,
| time of the yeer then sed Ma III,
| leeves is moastly taking. a tumbel nou
They thought thay was sum buto,
wen thay was flirting around I'm :.
the trees in 'thare yellow g. crimso,
| dresses but thay had to go back to tbe
erth from witch thay cain from No
sed. Sic transit gloria Sunday SOD
! Ma, w1ch meens in English after #
mas oeen translated from the Latin
SO pass the glories of this wurld
| You sed 1t rong, sed Pa. il is 81,
transit gloria mundi, not Sunday SOD
Pa. You got it all rite excep the ds,
of the week. Bur anyway. as wa s
saying, every time I see a leef fell
| Ing to the ground ] think sad
thoughts. think Of mitey kings that
onst ruled all of the known wurI6
| Thay ruled & were glorious, but wen
the last day calm, Deth, the CRATE lev.
eller, as sum poet called 1t, calm ius,
as careless like to them as IT. alvaw
Gums to us all, & sed Its time to eet
up Wen [ see a ded leef fall Pa sed
| think of how Cleepatry's buty faded
eeven as the buty of Lillian Rrssor
or Bernhard must fade sum dav !
think of the wunderful wimmen that
was so proud in thare luvliness nnf
thay got so thay wuddent tell thar
rite age. l think Of the brave knights
that fought e. then died, sed Pa,
think of Richard the Line Harted
lvanhoe, & all them gallant men
| Thare strength faded from them eeven
as the ded leef fades & and dies &
falls.
like to see the leeves falling sed
| Ma. 1t always maiks me think of the
| butiful spring to cum, wen other
| leeves, fresh & green, will cum IN
talk the place of the leeves that have
gone. 1t maiks me think of the butt
ful vflets that will grow up thru the
mold ware the ded leeves have
changed to dust, the vilets & the
daisies & all the flowers of a new &
maybe crater yeer than any yeer
ded 81 vanished
But how can you forget so eesiN
Pa sed, the Wonderful treet yure ewes
| Received wen them ded leeves was
in thare first Autumn glory? No ar.
| list cud ever paint a maple forest
| in October, Pa sed, & maik it hajfs
SO butiful as Nature. You see all
| them butiful leeves & thay bring you
reel joy. Then thay die & you forgit
them 81 let them float to erth 4 rot
without thought of what thay have
| been to you. How like a woman sed
Pa.
| Not at all, sed Ma, wimmen are
not neerly so fergetful as men. A
| woman can remember a old romance
long after the man has forgotten it.
| She can remember the sound of her
! first beau's voice long after her first
beau has eeven any idee of who she
was. But woman doesn't live mop
| ing in the present, like you looking at
yure ded leeves & signing She looks
ahed & thinks of glorus spring, witch
! will cum after the hard winter &
bring buty crater than the dying luy-
illness of the forests.
You can talk all you want to, sed
Pa, CRATE sadness clutches my hart
wen | look at them falling leeves See
| them dropping now, out on the lawn,
like snowflakes. Sumthing seems to
clutch at my hart like a wise, Pa sed,
& maik me -utterably sad & for
lorn.
| bet ] know why Pa feels so sad
about the falling leeves. 1t will talk
him two days hard work to rake
them up & eileen the lawn He said
wasent strong enuff to do it.