Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1926-07-14

Harry NJ. w OOoSS As' - -
"My neighbor has herd,
MY neighbor has flock,
But have beautiful
Weathercock!
NV neighbor has horses,
My neighbor has hay,
Rut I have a weathercock!
Bright and gay
when am gone
OF me they will say,
He had no horses
And he had no hay,
He had no flock,
And he had no herd,
But he had beautiful
Bright TIN bird!"
Dear M. BIS:
It seems to me that sometime,
somewhere, somebody said that l
lived in a rather 'isolated" place.
But somebody did not know what
splendid opportunities there are
here to enjoy, just for instance, the
privilege of theatre-going. Just the
other day, I was invited to the at
tic to witness presentation or
"Blue Beard" first performance,
If YOU please. "Fatima" (what was
the name of Blue Boards last wife?
Well, this one was named "Fatima,
anyway sat upon low chair be-
fore a fireplace, consisting OF red
books laid upon fire-dogs. She was
a very sweet ''Fatima," with yellow
curls, and a lovely pink silk scarf
draped around her tiny shoulders.
She rose from her chair, and said
with dignity:
"Yeth, Blue Beard, I will marry
you"
Then, turning, I gazed for the first
time upon the face of Blue Beard.
Oh, what thrill! There was no
that beayd of copenhagen
blue! 1t swept from chin to knees,
boldly flowing in folds OF wolfe
strapped at the chin. He stood on
the hearth-rug, fiercely frowning,
and his costume of black coat and
white duck trousers was too funny.
1 thoughtfully considered what
shade of blue for beard I would
have selected-navy blue, sky blue
or Alice blue, and then decided that
the copenhagen did very we'll.
Anyway, the wedding went off
grandly, the BRIDES veil Of old lace
curtain trailing yards behind her.
Later on I heard "Sister Anne"
called upon in more piercing, en-
treating tones than ever the real one
could have been, if there ever was
a real one. The real sister Anne
in this case was more interested in
the contemplation Of her pink toes
than in the approaching rescue.
And one thing is certain, the
dramatic sense is almost in
stinctive in the human race. Given
a big Mother Goose book, and an at
tic full of old clothes, and one or
two young imaginations and behold
the drama!
Maybe my neighbor has a flock
and thinks this is only tin bird"
but how beautiful and bright it is!
know a weather-cock bright and
gay that Jasmine" and Aunt
Mary's John" have, but I think
"Stal Barry" the "Concocter" and
Bird" have flock, and oh, most as
SuT0uly, Ldul q llOA ~ LII SAAS
has horses and she has hay!
From Van Dykes "Half-Told
Tales" this conversation that shows
the two points of view will delight
the hearts of all New Englanders.
Among the withered foliage on
the ground, a vine trailed far and
wide with verdant leaves, thick and
heavy, and. under the leaves were
clusters of rosy stars, breathing a
wonderful sweetness, so that the
travellers could not but smell it.
"Rough-leaf," said the somewhere
man; "gravel-weed we call it in our
country, because it marks the poor
est SOIL"
Trailing arbutus," said the any
where man; "Mayflowers, we call
them in our country"
"But why?" asked the nowhere
man. May has not yet Gomez"
"She is coming!" answered the
other; "she will be here before these
are gone!"
Here is the needle in the hay
stack of the best seller, zone In
creasing Purpose" this sentence
describing the blind yeoman-
Ellis eyes were opened when his
eyes were closed, he says, meaning
of God, sir"
AUNT ANNE.
Brooksville.