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

TVERY time see a ded leef f.r
ing from tree 1 feel said ca,
Pa. S'4
You must be a awful gloom M,
time Of the yeer then sed Ma m.
leeves is moastly taking a tumbeI non
They thought thay was sum brt.,S
wen thay was flirting around I'm =.
the trees in thare yellow e. crime
dresses but thay had to go back to tSa
erth from wich thay calm from No
sed. Sic transit gloria Sunday sad
Ma, wich meens in English after T.
has been translated from the r.ati,
SO pass the glories of this wurld
You sed it rong, sed Pa, il il 81,
transit gloria mundi, not Sunday sod
Pa. You got it all rite excep the ds,
or the week. But anyway, as I wa,
saying, every time l see a leef fell
Ing to the ground I think sad
thoughts. l think of mitey kings that
onst ruled all of the known wurH
Ehay Euled & were glorious, but wen
the last day calm, Deth, the CRATE low
eller, as sum poet called it, cain ius,
as careless like to them as it ALWAYS
Gums to US all & sed Its time to 70,
up. Wen ] see a ded leef fall Pa sed
1 think Of how Cleepatrys buty faded
eeven as the buty Of Lillian Russell
or Bernhard must fade sum day
think of the wunderful wimmen thai
was so proud in thare luvliness until
thay got so thay wuddent tell thar,
rite age. | think of the brave knights
that fought & then died, sed Pa.
think of Richard the Line Harted, q
IVanhoe, q all them gallant men.
Thare strength faded from them eeven
as the ded leef fades & and dies &
falls.
l like to see the leeves falling. sed
Ma. 1t always maiks me think Of the
nutiful spring to cum, wen other
leeVes, fresh & green, will cum In
talk the place of the leeves that hays
gone. 1t maiks me think of the butt
full vilets that will grow up thru Tho
mold ware the ded leeves have
changed to dust, the vllets & the
daisies & all the flowers of new &
maybe crater yeer than any yeer
ded & vanished
But how can you forget so eesy.
Pa sed, the wunderfuu treet yure ewes
Received wen them ded leeves was
in thare first Autumn glory? No ar
tist cud ever paint a maple forest,
IN October Pa sed, & maik it halt
SO butiful as Nature. You see all
them butiful leeves &, thay bring you
reel Joy. Then thay die &. you forgt
Them & let them float to erth & rot
without a 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.
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 VINO she
was. But woman doesn't live mop
ing IL the present, like you looking at
yure ded leeves & signing. She looks
ahed & thinks of glorus spring, wich
will cum after the hard winter &
bring buty crater than the DYING luy.
illness of the forests.
You can talk all you want TO- sei
Pa, a crate sadness clutches my hart
wen look at them failing leeves. See
I8hem dropping now, out on the lawn
like snowfakes. Sumthing seems to
clutch at my hart like wise, Pa sej
& maik me -utterably sad & for
lorn.
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.