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

TVERY time see a ded leef fan
ing from a tree I feel said co.
- Pa. ~
You must be a awful gloom mi,
time of the yeer then sed Ma Tn.
leeves is moastly taking a tumbeI now
They thought thay was sum buns,
Wen thay was flirting around I'm IN
the trees in thare yellow e. crirnson
dresses but thay had to go back to tba
erth from witch thay CAIN from No
sed. Sic transit gloria Sunday sed
Ma, witch meens in English after II
has been translated from the Latin
SO pass the glories of this wurld
You sed it rong, sed Pa, it is sin
transit gloria mundi, not Sunday. sod
Pa. You got it all rite excep the dsv
OF the week. But anyway, as | was
saying, every, time 1 see a leef fell
ing to the ground l think SAL
thoughts. L think of mitey kings thar
onst ruled all of the known wurld
Thay ruled & were glorious, but Wen
the last day calm, Deth, the CRATE low
eller, as sum poet called it, cain tus,
as careless like to them as it ALWAYS
Gums to us all, & sed Its time tn pei
up. Wen l see a ded leef fall, Pa sed
think of how Cleepatry's buty faded
eeven as the buty of Lillian Russell
or Bernhard must fade sum day
think OF the wunderful wimmen that
was so proud in thare luvliness until
thay got so thay wuddent tell thare
rite age. think of the brave knights
that fought & then died, sed Pa,
think of Richard the Line Harted. &
1vanhoe, & all them gallant men
Thare strength faded from them eeyen
as the ded leef fades & and dies &
falls
l 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 to
talk the place of the leeves that have
gone. 1t maiks me think of the butt
full vilets 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 G
maybe crater yeer than any yeer
ded & vanished.
But how can you forget so eesfly,
Pa sed, the wunderful treet yure ewes
reeceeved wen them ded leeves was
in thare first Autumn glory? No ar
fist cud ever paint a maple forest
III oSlopeis Z Seui az Indlk II ldlI
SO butiful as Nature. You see all
them butiful leeves & thay bring YOU
reel JOY. Then thay die & you forgit
them & let them float to erth & 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 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 a woman doesn't live mop
inS Ia the present, like you looking al
yure ded leeves & signing. She looks
ahed & thinks of glorus spring, witch
will cum after the hard winter &
bring buty crater than the dying luv-
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 snoWt1akes. Sumthing seems to
clutch at my hart like a wise, Pa sed,
& maik me un-utterably sad & for
lorn.
l bet l 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.