Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1921-03-09

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gems most rare
In Kingdoms over the sea,
There are mines of gold with theil
| wealth untold
| Shrouded in mystery;
There are hearts that are true an6
| skies that are blue,
| BY the Danube and the Rhine;
| But there's no other land like the
| Maine land.
| The land of the cliff and the pine.
! Many land has it's palaces grand
! For those of high degree;
| Where the proud potentate regales in
| state
BETTING nobility.
| There are lands of the East where
the heather feast
And kneel at pagan shrine,
But the best of all lands is the Maine
land.
The land of the cliff and the pine.
There are toil-worn hands in the
Maine land.
Her sons are hardy and bold;
Her daughters fair as the violets rare
That bloom on the summer void.
Let others sigh meath warm south
tFH SKY
Where tropic flowers entwine;
For me there's no land like the
Maine land
The land of the cliff and the pine.
Then hot for the Maine land, the
home land,
We truantS wandered away
From her pine-clad hills and rushing
rills,
She's calling for you to-day
Far Ger the deep, when the world is
asleep
You think of your home and mine,
In that dear old land, that far-away
land,
The land of the cliff and the pine.
Feb. 26, 1921.
Dear Aunt Madge and M. b. Sisters:
Now that I've seen the group
picture of the NJ BIS taken at the re-
union last summer, and with the very
good descriptive notes made out by S.
J. US daughter, I feel that l know
you all A very few who appear in
the picture 1 have seen. One gentle
man labeled Mr.. LeLaittre" carries
my mind back to school days
when l was one of his pupils here in
this little seaport town. l have had
Il personal letter from fTyal1" re.
Gently, asking me to visit her next
summer and go with her to the re-
union. l wish | might do so, but
there are so many things which will
very likely hinder the pleasant plan.
An interested reader of the column
n m 90
she would like the soap recipe used
in my family. I wrote it off, then
misplaced it, until few days ago,
8, ! am sending it along at this late
date.
We have had nice winter yet |
think most of us are with "Lyalf' IN
a longing wish to see the dandelions
again. | was much interested in
Jasmne's letter with so many helpful
suggestions. One member of my
family is already looking up tire tape
to put that suggestion into practice.
viii Grandma Disable send that
squash doughnut recipe? Sister
Mary had a lazy flop" for dinner to-
day. She will tell the column about
it, if anyone desires to know. 1t
can't be beat, her John says, but then
he always says that about everything
she cooks,
The holidays are long past. We
had a family dinner party and a tree
for the little granddaughter, now
within a few months of four years.
Christmas isn't the happy time it
used to be since the little mother
has wandered into an unknown
land"
have been reading quite a lot this
winter. We had several gift books
"A New England Romance" ALI
Wool Morrison" Holman Day mas
terpiece which by the way, is dedi-
Gated to our new governor. We have
been able to keep our public library
open through the winter and have
added fifteen or twenty new books,
most of them interesting fiction.
Some wise person has said that "a
good home in a healthy village still
beats a small room in city fiat" so
perhaps we have much to be thank
| full for after all
Sincerely yours,
AUNT SUSAN-BY- THE SEA.
Prospect Harbor, Me.
1t is always pleasure to me
when the nieces mention the
"hints and helps which have been
furnished for the column. That
places the emphasis on the word
Mutual" BY all means let us
have the recipe for ''lazy flop
Aunt Mary. The spring fever has
struck us early-that is if this
weather of the first days of March
continues; and spring-fever implies
laziness.
Grandma Disable, I intended last
week to tell you to come again, ant
here is another invitation.
|
| Dexter, Feb. 10, 1921.
Dear NJ. BIS:
l will tell you how l spent Christ
mas Christmas eve there was a tre
and play at the Baptist church. W.
went to that, and Christmas after
noon at 1.30s we left here to spen,
the rest of the day with my son, Mel