The Ocala evening star. [volume] (Ocala, Fla.) 1895-1943, 1919-04-17
BRIGHT BITS
by a Lady Contributor)

Wednesday gave US one of those
matchless, moon-kissed evenings that
are rare except in Florida, where the
birds sing at all seasons and at all
hours of the day and night; the flow
ers bloom and mingle their sweetness
with the aroma from forest, pines and
orange groves throughout the good
old summer time. 1t was just the
sort of evening to go a-mooning, and
a certain big car hummed it's merry
way eastward from the city, swinging
at last slowly into position under the
tall cypress tree not far from the
silvery waters of Silver Springs. Few
stars were out, but who should wor-
ry; the moon was crystal clear, that
dear old southern moon, shedding its
rays of mellow beauty and romance
over the land. In the distance the
whippoorwills held high carnival,
while overhead in the leafy cypress
boughs the mockingbirds warbled
melodies fully understood by GER
tain two who occupied the entire
front seat of the certain car. So
much beauty of nature made it i'm
possible for fellow to talk to a girl
for even a minute or two without tell
ing her at least a part of the old, old
story-of lips and eyes and the short
circuiting Of his heart system, etL.
The moments were becoming more
| and more supreme and never before
was a world quite so wonderfully
beautiful. In fact, the salt was just
being gingerly placed upon the airy
wings of their bird of paradise and
their future looked like a solid gold
front with silver trimmings in a cot
tage by the seashore, when the chap
erone-well, it won't be polite to their
inside thoughts, but to her he said;
"Oh, Lord; if it's just the same to
you, let US have little less talk from
the back seat and a thimhleful of light
On one important subject"
/ Eyes, the French beat us on man.
ners," says one sage to another
s'They kiss the hands of every woman
they meet, take off their hats to an
other and click their heels together
when they bow, but don't like it.
think you know what I mean; In
for putting a kiss right wher it be
longs, if you want to know my senti
ments."
Charles Isaacson says: at is to th'
women that America must look fol
the spread of music and its beautiful
mission Through women must speal
the voice of art, and the place for yol
to start your mission is at home.
Yes, begin at home, my sisters, and i
you want to try little experiment
begin on your husband, that lord o
all so eternally wrapped up In nj
-sufficiency. Get hold of him, sa.
along after dinner time, alone in tn
darkened parlor and play softly ant
sing softer some of the good oil
tunes something like cloves Oh
Sweet Song" and "Silver Thread
Among the Gold" In all probabilit.
he will only grunt a feeble Eyes,
when you ask him how he likes them
But when the lights are turned highe
you will see in his eyes tear or tw
ard every line in his dear old fac
will have softened up.
Just think of it, there is woman
right here in Ocala who has neve
been TO moving picture show. Sh
probably is just as happy, and thin
of the money she has saved.
Were prosperity always to shine o
lus, what q wandering star would ma
become. Truth, if may use the Ian
guage of the pugilist, can't step up I
the scratch OF conceited man. with