The San Francisco call., 1913-11-07
Little Bobbie 5
$ Pa
By WILLIAM F. KIRK

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VERY time 1 see q ded leef fall
ing from tree / feel said. sed
- Pa.
You must be a awful gloom this
time of the yeer then sed ma. The
ieeves is moastly taking tumbel
now. They thought thay was sum
buties wen thay was flirting around
up in the trees in thare yellow &
crimson dresses, but thay had to go
back to the erth from wich thay calm
from. sed Ma. Sic transit gloria Sun
day, sed Ma, which meens in English
after it has been translated from the
Latin, so pass the glories of this
wurld
You sed it rong, sed Pa, 1t is sic
transit gloria mundi. not Sunday, sed
Pa You got it all rite excep the day
of the week But anyway, as was
saying, every time I see leef fall
ing to the ground I think sad
thoughts. / think of mitey kings
that onst ruled all of the known
wurld. Thay ruled & were glorious.
but wen the last day calm, Deth, the
crate leveller, as sum poet called it,
CAIN just as careless like to them as
1t always Gums to US all, & sed It's
time to get up. Wen I see a ded Ieef
fall. Pa sed. think of how Cleepa-
try's buty faded, eeven as the buty
of Lillian Russell or Bernhardt must
fade sum day. I think of the wun-
derful wfmmen that was so proud in
thare luvliness until thay got so thay
wuddent tell thare rite age. l think
OF the brave knights that fought &
then died, sed Pa. / think Of Richard
the Line Harted, & Ivanhoe. & all
them gallant men. Thare strength
faded from them eeven as the ded
leef fades & 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 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 new &
maybe a crater yeer than any yeer
ded & vanished
But how can you ferget so eesily.
Pa sed, the wunderful treet yure eyes
reeceeved wen them ded ieeves was
in thare first Autum glory? No art
list cud evver paint a maple forest in
October, Pa sed. & maik it half 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 with
out thought of what tl1ay have been
to you. How like 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
beaus voice long after her first beau
has eeven any idee of who she was.
But a woman doesn't live moping in
the present. like you looking at yure
ded leeves & sighing. She looks ahed
& thinks of glorus spring, wich will
cum after the hard winter & bring
buty crater than the dying luvliness
of the forests.
You can talk all you want to, sed
Pa, crate sadness clutches my hart
wen I look at them falling leeves
See them dropping now. out on the
lawn, like snowf1akes. Sumthing
seems to clutch at my hart like a
wise. Pa sed, & maik me un-utter-
ably sad & forlorn.
bet I 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. Ma sed
wasent strong enuff to do it.
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