Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1922-05-03

II is not raining ram " me,
It's raining roses down.
A health unto the happy;
A fig for him who frets.
1t is not raining rain to me,
It's raining violets.
Copied for the column by Miss Doro-
thy Hamor.
Dear M. B. Friends:
The poem is so good and appropri-
ate to the season, and has such
CHEEKY tone, l imagine many of you
will be repeating it on rainy days. l
wish to thank Dorothy" for copying
it for us.
Did sends thanks to Moss"
ELLIS" and IS. ]. "" for sending
the recipes she asked for, and she
adds. but the sisters always
respond promptly
| have been favored with some
nice personal letters, from which l
must take few extracts. Anon's
writings are always welcome. She
says:
II intended to send little piece
about one of the cathedrals in New
York and the Easter service. but l was
called back to Montclair, N. j.. in a
hurry and had not time to write a
word, writing when one is tired does
not do, to be published. 1t does seem
as if the grip has been into every
home this year. Something should be
invented" as a preventive. ! think.
It's lovely here now and the shrubs
are beautiful. l gathered a basket of
ion tn ~,
SO dear they were! The dogwood is
just perfect, and the tulip trees are
just wonderful. How we do love
spring and all the sweetness it
bringst'
A personal letter from Grandma
Disable" has given me much
pleasure. She is certainly model
of courage. This is the third time
serious accident has befallen her.
She has been in bed this time since
March A, and the letters she writes
would bring cheer to we'll people.
We all hope she will get about again
before very long. We never have
forgotten the nice call we had on her
two years ago, and have always re-
membered her as we saw her, out
among the flowers. She writes:
1.-THE roses were beautiful last sum-
mer'
Spring, spring, gentle spring,
you" gest season of the year'-is the
way the song began | used to sing and
play This is not an early spring by
any means. l think it was the year of
1885 my husband and myself drove
D,I L. A.
funeral Of my brother, Charles f.
West, He was buried April 16. We
had crops up six inches high or more
at that time. While in Franklin we
had a cool spell and they told my
husband his potatoes and peas would
be gone. When we arrived in Belfast,
our peas and potatoes We're growing
fire. and we sold many bushels from
them.
Every season is the best or
worst ever seen. with many people,
They should stop and think if they
ever saw such storm, or such cold
or hot or dry spell as this ! can re-
member the cold Friday" before the
Civil war, so you see ] am no spring
chicken | do not like to see young
ladies with their hair bobbed and tied
on the side like a child four to six
years old. There are more pretty
styles for the high school young la
dies than those.
elizabeth"
1t is surprising, when you think of
it, how an idea will spread all over
this great country with it's millions
of inhabitants. OF course it is
through the newspapers ant maya
zines, that this comes to pass.
The multiplicity of organizations
in the form CT study clubs, research
work, scientific facts, the special
days appointed for consideration of
special subjects, the government
bulletins issued and sent out to give
information in many different lines,
and countless other methods of scat
tering knowledge broadcast, interest
the many who in some one or more
of these separate subjects add to
their information and keep abreast
of the times.
Some of our readers no doubt be-
ciety, with headquarters at Washing
ton. In 1899 the magazine it pub
lished had a circulation, of a
thousand; at present it has seven
hundred and fifty thousand MEM
bers. Its editors, DR.. Gilbert
Grosvenor, writes: eve Lave col
elected photographs from every
corner of the earth, until to-day we
have more than million indexed
under more than one hundred
thousand subjects. 1t is the largest
collection of its kind in existence.
The most popular picture is that of a
Mussulman, praying at sunset, be-
side a camel, among the sands of the
Sahara. This picture with others is
reproduced in the May number Of the
American magazine, with an article
on 1--WE all have a Secret Love of
adventure and Romance" by Allison
Gray, which is very interesting.