Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1924-10-15

following from the Boston Tran
script Of September 20? 1t was sent
me by the first H" of the NJ. b.
family, and when she drew her pen
about the title, | am quite certain
she had the intuition that / would
make this use of it.
THE FESTIVAL OF THE LEAVES.
When the leaves begin to fall the
festival of ting leaves begins; for it is
a festival of color AS the leaves fall
they and other leaves change their
pristine hues. From summers ending
tin about Thanksgiving this wondrous
color-sons Of the dying foliage flows
on-the "Morituri Salutamus" of the
leaves-yet it is Il song of triumph over
death. gloriously celebrating this
pageant of decay and turning it into
festive function. The leaves change
and fade and die annually, but the
trees that bear them live on, even as
society lives on though its members die
when comes the allotted time. Why.
then, bewail? Why not celebrate in
gorgeous garments the august com
ing of the Reaper?
But the leaves reaper is the wind,
and their firing maid the sun, clothing
them with color-blends the like Of
which no other artist pens The oc-
casion, the prolonged festival of the
leaves passing, is too great for the
Offices of meauer artists. Each par
ticular stretch of forest each particu-
lar grove within it, each particular
tree none evergreen, yea, each particu-
lar leaf, according to it's kind and
place. plays it's beautiful part under
the glowing touch of the master-hand.
For the king of life and death waits
anon, and wen do Mother Nature and
her perennial servants of honor, the
wind. and sun, know thereof
Thus life and death wed and bid us
feast our eyes. Thus, in austere New
England. from the snowy White Noun
tains to the confines of Buzzards Bay,
from the magnificent Berkshires to
the equally magnificent 'rockhound
coast" of our fathers and of us, does
the autumn wind sweep his garnering
fingers and the autumn sun sweep his
vesturing glance Early indeed, they
single out the maple for their pinis-
trations. as late, indeed, they single out
the oak, whose sturdy, deep-red leaf
long fingers, proclaiming one of New
England's peculiarly accepted colors.
And do the pine and the hemlock
and the cedar have no part in this
festival of the leaves? DO their SOM
Der but never failing robes only mock
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from it, Who else but these loyal
sentinels guard the theatre, it's en-
frances and exits and its breadth and
it's depth while autumn's majestic
scenario is being presented? Who else
act as natures foils to the rich and
changing harmonies of color sung by
the leaves dying breath? Who else, in
darkest truest green, afford the sober
contrast of mood to enhance and point
the fact that the festival of the leaves
is indeed a festival?
Thus, at least, we feel about it in
New England. Else, as the leaves
festival begins, why were the official
colors of this, our New England Week,
chosen to be "pine-tree green and oak
leaf red?"
Dear Aunt Madge and NJ. BIS:
Jasmine" made me a little call this
| morning, and informed me that Aunt
Madge wants some letters. ! always
| thought that Jasmine" was a Won
| der at making good-looking garments
| out of scant patterns or old materials
| (she has often done this for me), and
| do you know she told me to go ahead
and write a good letter out of nothing.
which is applying the same principle to
| letter writing. y
l am wondering how many of the Nj,
| BIS watched the sunset tonight. 1t
was wonderful from our dining room
windows. The river was calm and
| every tree and bush along the OPP
| posite bank was reflected in it's sur
| face Then the colorings! Only the
| Master Painter could give us a scene
| like it. l often wish that many peo-
pie, shut up in large cities, could en-
| joy our sunsets with me.
The last time l wrote to the column
| | was thinking about having some work
| done in my kitchen. l got it done, and
| am enjoying it greatly. The first l
| had done was to raise my sink and
| dresser about two inches. If any
| Mutual is washing dishes at a low
sink do have it raised. 1t will save
| you a lot of tired hours.
l had place for a -four barrel, which
we seldom see nowadays. This place
| was fitted with two large drawers,
| and my bread board slides in just
| above them. In the top drawer l keep
| my flour, in the other are compart-
| ments, one for bread -four and one for
| extra packages of soda, cereals, sugar,
| and the like
| At the left of these is a set of three
| smaller drawers, the top one for spices,
| the next for kitchen towels and the
| bottom one for our kitchen aprons.
| At the left is one small drawer where
| we keen our kitchen knives, spoons,