The Dawson news. (Dawson, Ga.) 1889-current, 1915-11-02

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You fear the supernatural, but
thrill DELIGHTFULLY."- when spooks are
concerning themselves in your affairs,
It's human nature.
Really, writes LeGrande kriDbe IN
the Saturday Globe, wouldn't you
have enjoyed that famous ride past
"Alloway's auld kirk?' Think how
hard mare Meg" galloped; how
weird the headless horseman looked
and how far away the banks of Bon
ME Doom" All, that was a ride for
your money.
Timid ladies, not caring for such
strenuous phantasms, would prefer,
no doubt, to tide with Queen Nab,
whose chariot was
An empty hazel-nut
Made by joiner squirrel or old grub,
And in this state she gallopS nlgh'
by night
Through lovers brains, and then they
dream of love-
II you are no horseman, in these
DAYS of sWifter conVeyances, ana
would walk abroad 20 nights you
may see ghosts more willing than Ia
dies to accompany your lolterlngs
dies to share your Offerings. Which
will you ask to accompany you.
There is a select ompany-Hamlet's
father; Marley; Banquo; the skele-
ton in armor. If you chance to reach
Bosworth Field and find Richard the
Third tenting there you might make
the twelfth of those ghosts who ap'
peared to him once upon time. 1t
would be an adventure worthy OF
good red blood. Gad-ZoOks, let us
join them! And there are the tower
princes A trio, surely, is better than
two. Oh, there are plenty of titled
and illustrious shades to hob-nob
with!
All, l see! You do not want
"grown-up' ghosts. In this season
of shortening days and lengthening
shadows you want to 'be boy
again" Possibly you were the very
lad of whom Eugene Field wrote;
Lucky thing l amt girl, or I'd be
skeered to death;
Bein' I'm a boy, duck my head and
hold my breath"
or the scared-faced boy whom Or
phant Annie warned:
can the gobbleums II git you
Eff you
Don't
Watch
Out"
When you were IA or Whereabouts
you read Hiawatha and visualized
want and Famine" in old NOkOmis
wigwam.
'"And behind them crouched their
shadows,
In the corner of the wigwam."
You shivered when those hays
crept nearer, nearer to Minnehaha
Laughing Water; and you wanted ia
cry, but wouldn't for worlds, for
folks might see" So, instead, you
took up another book and strained
your eyes in the cleaning to read,
His form a'gettin' misty
En- the dancin' season,
Br'er Williams ghos' is movin' ter
de fiddle's squeaky SCUM"
How you wished you could have
stood by Frank l.. Stanton and
watched that darky dancing right
out into the night and away-away
Where do ghosts go to, anyway?
You are yawning. Your sophistt-
Gated tastes now show you the crude
ness of youths belief in hair raising
episodes of any century, ghosts OF
"hants.' With Intellectual delight
you turn to the fantasies of Peter
Pan. Yeats The Land of Hearts he
sire; Sunderman'g Fires of ST. John
or the wonderful radiance OF Die
Meistersinger, and as the eight gets
older you browse a little. You are
with Faust in the Broken, you are
with Peer Gynt in the kingdom CT the
trolls Materlinck is leading you in
search of the Bluebird of Happiness
and Fiona Macleod's delicate con-
ceits merge into dream fancies Of
your own. Then you rouse and
watch the smoke rings of your cigar
cite form-her face.
From uncounted legends, fancies
visions, has sprung the elf-hauntet
anniversary of Halloween.
Fact and Fancy.
1t is interesting to disentanglC
these strands from many countries
and many centuries and ascertain
what it was that twisted together the
warp and threaded the wool of Nut
crack Night, by universal consen'
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