The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-05-27

Let sage or cynio prattle as he w1u' These hours and these alone redeem Ldfe's years of ill" through the parks and note the paint ing of the benches they scarcely give a thought to it, but the poor but pret- ty maiden on her way to work not@ceS it with a thrill in her heart The good old summer time is coming. That is the song the men are whist ling as they place the benches under the budding trees or in secluded hooks.
 The park is a mecca for the girls who have no cosy little parlor to in vite the nice young man into who is so anxious to call or for the girl whose only home is a boarding house She sees visions of moonlight strons, a tall, manly figure by her side, or be- ing seated on one of the benches, the breeze fragrant with honeysuckle or clover, while the nice young man clasps her hand and whispers in her ears the sweet story so old. yet so new and dear to every pair of lovers
 There never wasza truer saying than In the spring a young mans fancy turns to thoughts of love- He is not more prone to romancing than is a. maiden influenced by the coy, sweet dreams that spring brings. He is in deed a stoic who could wander through the moonlight park of a sum mer evening with a sweet girl by his side and see every park bench filled with lovers without a. tender emotion stirring his heart that he realized was the budding of love.
 Each evening, sweethearts hie them selves thither and the hours glide away all too soon- Then there is the delightful stroll home-those two so wrapped up in each others whispered words they would not see their best friends if they passed them. '-The world forgetting, by the world forgot Tbe sweet moment of whispering good night at her door, with the promise of meeting the next evening, going to the park early that all the benches may not be filed with other lovers
 All the world looks kindly on lover and his lass Every one is pleased to see them wend their way parkward- They know the summer will not last for long at best. Elderly men smile as they pass the spooners in the park while memories of their own youthful days and dreams come back to them The dear old wives, casting sheep's eyes at the couples on the benches, wipe the tears recollection brings of the farof days when they were as sweetIy and tender1y wooed in just that way. murmuritlg, midst sighs that are happy ones, May ever couples Woo1ns end in maTriage.''
 And it generally does Their love making is open and above board They are proud that all who look may know that they are sWeethearts fond and true Kindly, careful supervision of the parks should be kept by those in charge to discourage the coming of the boisterous element and the kind of people who have no sympathy with honest love They should roam the street, leaving the park and it's bench es for "sparkfng eoup1es.'
 All nature seems to whisper to those who are yet unwed, Lose no time in loving, aye, and in mating There's a bliss beyond all that the
 minstrel has told
 When two that are linked in one ss heavenly tie,
 With hearts never changing and brow
 never cold,
 Love on through all ills and love on
 till they dfe9
 One hour of a passion 50 sacred is
 worth
 Whole ages of heart1ess and wan
 der1ng bliss,
 And oht if there be an E1ysfum on
 earth
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