Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1914-04-29
Maine Women In New York.

birth months. There was speaker for
each month, and Miss Grace Thompson
Moore, OF Brooklyn. formerly of Prospect
Hsrbor, was the spokesman for August.
Her speech, in verse, follows:
August.
Since I've been. sworn to boost August
I'm bound to do IL though burst
And when you've heard my little verse
You'll all agree none Can do worse.
What can say our hearts to cheer
On the hottest month in all the yearl
The very mention OF it brings
Visions OF fierce mosquito stings.
OF brown stoop' evenings, seated,I wot,
On round straw mats as hard as rocks,
And heat oppressive, as of death,
When a corkscrew's needed to draw ones
breath.
can hear the other months cry-"Gee!
I'm glad no August can claim me-"
But just you wait, this little talk
Refers to August in old New York.
In Maine-Ah! that's a different thing,
Vacation days slip by awning.
Can't you picture that State we all hold dearS
Land of the pine tree and pointed fir,
Those still calm nights when the crickets'
chirp
Makes one forget New York and work;
When the lullaby sung to us DER and DER
Is the pebble wash on the dear old shore.
And the heavenly morningsl that perfumed
OF new hay and honeysuckle rare,
Combined with the salt OF the bright, blue sea
Which, across the feld, is reckoning me
To amorning dip from the old kick. rock"
In that icyswater-it is a shock,
But it's stuff which makes for vim and verye
As well as the cure for tired nerves.
The uoon-day clam bakes-that custard pie!
Just the thought Of it makes one sigh
For that little camp in the sedgy grass
At the waters edge, where the motor boats
pass
At ones very feet, and the gulls on high
Join in the laughter, eager to spy
For the scraps from the feast, which with
toast and Jest
Was eaten to music we all love best,
That of the waves on the rock-b bound coast,
Who to well loved hostess and genial host
Are whispering words echoed far and near:
"God bless you and grant we'll all meet next
year"
You months have Joys, but you can't beat fate,
Augusts the month in the Pine Tree state.
However. before my time is up
The club must learn the wondrous luck
1t holds in members August born,
For OF all the virtues under the sun
And talents unnumbered, they claim each
one.
Excellent Judgment great power for good,
Affectionate, loyal, proud Of their blood,
Home makers. housekeepers, wonderful
cooks,
Fond of their stomaehs, likewise OF books,
Strong personalities, noble ideals,
Quick to discern the sham from the real,
Generous, magnetic clever with penr
Artists musicians, leaders of men
Strange is it not since possessing these
powers
And such intuition, the world is not ourss
Just hsarken, my friends. and tina reason
you'll learn,
We're not keen for work, and we spend what
we earn.
Hot headed, critical, given to talk,
Emotional, fckle- quite apt to balk
If our view is questioned-heart always rules
head;
Stubborn A mule would be easier led,
Untruthful, fault-hnding, annoyed at delay,
And argue, we'd fight till We dropped by the
way,
But the worst trait of all, my cheeks fairly
burn,
We appropriate things and forget to return.
These facts are raw, but shave heart,
We claim Napoleon Bonapsrte,
Brave man, he met his Waterloo
I'm sure meet mine before I'm through
Theodore Parker, Ingersoll,
Men Of convictions, but they're not all;
We've Thomas De Quincey, Walter Scott,
Charles A. DanA-I meant to stop,
But In histrionic hall of fame
Must write dear Julia Marlowe's name
And Ethel Barrymore, fair OF face.
Queen wilbelmina, fun of grace;
By no means least. and she's from Maine
Our prima donna, Emma Eames.
These are only few on history's page
Who can boast OF Angust's he Eitage.
We know them, by reputationfair,
And respect them tor what ahey've done and
are.
But there's one in onr club to us more dear
Than any I've named, she's present here;
Just guess who it is, you won't be at . loss,
It's our hostess, Margaret Metcaf yoss.