The Lamar register. [volume] (Lamar, Colo.) 1889-1952, 1915-09-08
SEPTEMBER

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down to us from antiquity without
change in a single letter. Efforts were
made TO change il, but after the Ro-
man Emperor Germanicus was muir
dered for attempting to name it for
himself, il was left undisturbed. The
Romans were sentimental about Sep
tember. 1t was then that Lucullus,
who from time to time invited all the
front people to his celebrated dinners,
resumed serving oysters. The Roman
Senators wound up their chautauqua
engagements and had time for the po-
litical affairs of the empire. In the
cool of the late evening along the
! Appian Way there was nothing cheer
ier than a little Roman punch. The
Roman armies usually did better in
September. They had more zest for
battle, and there was something fas-
cinating about camping out. The frost
kissed paw-paw, of which Cicero said
that if he ever ate one he would eat
them all, appeared in the fruit stalls
along the Tiber. 1t was in September
that the little romantic apple was ripe
at almost any hour of the night could
hear that sweet singer intoning the
praises Of little romantic cider. In
that month, too, Venus was evening
star, and inspired by the beauty of
that bright planet in the western sky
after a good Roman dinner, even
strong men like Caesar sometimes
strummed their lutes softly and sweet
ly sang.
1t was on September 26, 329 A. d.
that Constantine the Great founded
Constantinople. All the Romans real
lied that Rome would some day fall,
and Constantine was disposed to put
that off as long as possible. He moved
the capitol of the empire to Constan-
tinople, built a great wall around the
city, fortified the Dardanelles, and
then invited the enemies of Rome to
come on. 1t took them eleven hun
dred years, or apparently about as
long as it will take the allies, to take
it, The Turks turned the trick. Land
ing their forces at the entrance to the
Dardanelles, and supporting the army
with four or five hundred flatboats
filled with Mohammedans hurting ma
val oranges, they finally blew the plug
out Of the historic Narrows and grab
bed the Pearl of the East like Rus
sian prisoner of war helping himself
to the kartoffel salaat.
The festive calf will sniff the breeze
And do a fancy dance for Fall,
And bits Of red among the trees
viii yank the harp from Tara's
walls.
The hired man will bawl for more
And thicker blankets on the bed,
The furnace will begin to roar
And paint the sky a little red,
The plumber will begin his drive
Against the twenty dollar bill,
The cunning ice man will contrive
To do a little business still,
The warning continent will shout
The claims of Cruesot and of Krupp,
And the summer girl will boast about
The freckles she has covered up.
There is no season quite the same
as that impending just ahead, when
all the hunters go for game and fill
the armament with lead. The wild
duck cruising down the sky begins to
cast about for traps, the cider press
begins to sigh, and all the doodlebugs
collapse. The crowd around the soda
fount will drink to summer and dis
perse, the eager poet will recount his
sweet experience in verse. The harvest
moon will sail the sky as calm as Will
son in dispute, T. Roosevelt, with hue
and cry, will search for someone he
can shoot, the boy will sadly gaze from
school upon the Paradise he lost, the
mornings will be fresh and cool, with
all the foliage embossed, the local
army of defense will drill upon the
village green, and the farmer in his
opulence will buy himself q limousine