New Britain herald., 1915-10-12

of this most wonderful of seasons, of how the days are growing shorter, the air more velvetry. the joy of div. ing more appreciable. there is always one of the oldest inhabitants at our what We talk, we are newcomers on this mundane sphere, We have yet to live and to learn. And they are right. For there are few of us this recall Indian Summer as it was in the l old days, the good old days, that are gone beyond recall. And if we do remember a real, honest-to-goodness, l must know that it never really took place this early in the year. It always l came just before Thanksgiving, say about two weeks before the turkey l was shorn of his earthly power, we'll, l just about the time grandpa went out l in the barn yard and looked over MT. Gobler previous to the, feast. And,
 having conjured up this much of an old time Indian Summer we know
 that as such things are counted now those of the past were the real ones, l the ones over which poets had ,rea-
 son to sing, the days lovers had cause l to love, when the morning air sent l a thrill through the bones, when the l cool of the evening was ripe even
 unto mellowness. Oh! Those were l the days.
 Is 1t wonder then that the old I timers now go along their weary way 1 with their heads cast down, with a
 slow nodding as if to say, The world
 is all wrong? Is it not cause for
 them to grieve when they hear their predestined successors launch forth
 into eloquence at season of the year that no longer measures up to. what
 it did in days gone by? Worse still,
 how can they. bear to hear the fore casters tell of an Indian Summer at
 hand in the early stages of October
 when at the very earliest it could
 be present only in the dying stages
 of this dank, dark and dreadfully
 dreary month. Why, man alive, we
 might even have an intervening
 snow-storm before Indian Summer l really comes along, and yet here are l tn csc boys who have nothing else to | do but lean their broad shoulders up l o oivact f1,o sid street building and tell of what kind of weather We are enjoying. These ] insolent young people to take away all the glories from those who should
 know all these things, and do know ! them, by reason of the fact that they have weathered variagated seasons of | life. If you think the young fellows | know anything about their subject l just go forth on any highway and en-
 counter an oldish man, one who has
 seen all the seasons of the year many l times over, and ask him what he l knows about Indian Summer. Should he be honest with you, and he most l surely will, he will tell you that con-
 pared with the days of his youth, 1 when Indian Summers were as
 abundant and luxurious as the ra-
 diant blushes of sweet maidenhood, ] the present day knows not the won- l derful glories of Indian Summer; that the sylvan dells and hillsides are not 1 as golden as he once knew; that they
 are not as hazy and misty and dreamy
 and enchanting as, well those of 1 fifty years ago. Purple, gold, silver. l and pearl are the shades prevalent
 during Indian Summer, when the
 rich colorings of the trees take on an
 added lustre that is born over again
 every morn just before the angels i step out on the tufted green and blow
 the dewdrops away so the feet of l earthly wanderers may not grow
 damp and weary. When the birds sing forth in all the joyousness of
 their innocent hearts, when the clouds
 drift away and leave the sky hanging
 like huge mantel over all mankind.
 that is Indian Summer. May if come
 back this year as it was wont to
 reign in the past