Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1924-09-17
A SONG TO A SWEET SINGER.

ana spread, udy loHS, Soui idiHpo" "
song.
1t may be she will hear.
She sang as you sing, o, wood thrush!
AS you sit in the dusk alone,
Your sad sweet lay to the dying day
Hath the peace of God in its tone.
Sing, flowers in the measured valley,
Your song of the quickened sod.
Sing, stars of the night, with your far
flung light
OF the infinite valleys of God.
Sing, shepherd in the twilight,
Sing pine by the breeZes whirled.
In all your airs are longing prayers
From the deep heart of the world
| sing of the faith that liveth
In the brave, old heart of man.
o, ages long it hath filled his song
Since the ancient school began,
Irving Bachelor.
Isn't this a charming poem? When
you have read it, you will feel as
though you had been listening to
rare music. 1t just sings, itself. |
have taken it from the October De-
lineator.
The following letter from Aunt
Cassie" has some practical sug-
gestions:
Dear Aunt NLadge and NJ. BIS;
l know, with the canning and pre-
serving the sisters find enough to do. l
will tell you how l label my jars, when
| put them away l write on slip of
paper what they are and the year l put
them up, then put ii under the last
wire that l snap down.
Well, summer is gone once more, and
we shall soon be look ing for Christmas,
l think that it is time to begin to pre-
pare presents, elf we cam then there
won't be such a rush and hurry at the
last moment. l know that it is a busy
time, with the fairs and the pleasure
rides Still, it gives us a chance to see
and buy some little tokens of remem
brance for our friends that we don't
have chance to make.
i would like to have met you all at
the reunion, but it was not so l could
aunt Cassie
Dear Aunt Madge and all the Rest of
the M. BIS:
l have been a silent reader of your
column for some time. l am now seek
ing admittance to your circle. l have
always enjoyed the letters and also
found some nice recipes. This week |
enjoyed reading about your reunion,
and wished / could have been there to
meet you, dear friends.
/ do miss s. J. US letters. She al
ways wrote such nice ones. | am sorry
that "Pansy" is not very well. Hope
you get better soon.
Aren't we having beautiful weather
lately? Summer is most gone, and l do
dread the winter. l don't go much, so
suppose that is why l dread it so. But
if it was hot weather all the time. l
am sure | wouldn't like that We are
never satisfied, are we?
If this passes Aunt Madge's waste
paper basket, l will come again. Best
wishes to you all.
Fay"
Here's a welcome to you Fay"
and we hope you will come again.
Weren't you an M. B. some years
ago, though you mention having
been silent reader" of the
column"
An editorial by Ida Clyde Clark in
the Pictorial Review, entitled Man
and his Swivel-Chair Philosophy"
might we'll be headed What Women
are Doing" She writes:
Mans method is different from
womans. If woman is going to make
her highest and best contribution into
public affairs, she will have to stop
initiating man and introduce into the
conduct of public affairs womans own
method.
In Cleveland, Ohio, group of women
organized a womans savings and loan
company, which at the end of three
years is about to take on banking as
one of it's activities. 1t is an all
woman institution, it's directors, de-
positors, and stockholders being
women. Men can come in as depositors
or investors.
There were nine speakers at a meet
ing of the Western Federation of
Womens Clubs one day last spring,
and seven of them quoted poetry.
Yes, there is lot of poetry in the soul
of America. Don't think you are the
only one feeling and thinking and try
ing to write poetry. Any magazine
editor will tell you that everybody is
doing it. Woman's job is to emphasize
the constructive rather than the
destructive; the positive instead of the
negative; the good rather than the
bad.
| am indebted to Aunt Susan-by-