The Waterbury Democrat., 1937-10-18

A million voices bless your name
 GEORGE L
 OCTOBER!
 Oh to be in New England when it's October! Happy, lucky that live there Reminds of those lines about Spring in England "Oh to be in England" etc. Only spring in England is April, and autumn in New England is October just about five months difference But to get at the meat or subject, October What month What color! What sunsets! What styles What hatsl What awful hats Some going east going west and goody share going north. What pumpkinsl What frosts! Which suggests the following quatrain:
 October, oh October! with your Autumn frosts -' and cider,
 Joy of the motorist also the horseback rider; October, oh October! cOlOrs red and rust
 Why did my boiler decide to-day to bust!
 OCTOBER!
 There's one thing about us Connecticutites we ap- preciate New England and especially state We with Governor Cross feel mpeed to sing its praises brag about its natural beauties but alas and aack can not express ourselves in the fine literary style does the governor. But do appreciate what we have in this neat obong with its almost nice states to the north and west the and sound to the east and south We think it's swell and what kick get telling srang about It. say from California Ireland who have CT witnessed that change from green to yellow to red then the disappearance of all foliage for many months What Inc leaves at all at all says the 1rishmanfancy that! Thens when grow eloquent about the yeows, the scarets and the deeper reds of eS brches naples and oaks about the varegated shades of the ivy the chimney and the reds of the and woodine trai ing the garden and roadside walls When-oh We some. thing like this:
 "When on the ground red apples lie
 In piles like jewels shining,
 And redder still on old stone walls
 Are leaves of wOOdbine twning
 OCTOBER!
 Then there's brown October ale. Just wherein it differs from any of the familiar brews cannot say but 8 song written about it that inspiring and descriptive that had clear picture in mind of ye ode tavern tall schooner knee deep in foam and the pungent smell and hearty drink And cider What joy to ride along Connecticut roads in the autumn of the year. leaves piled high along the bordering banks, the naples and the oaks in the October sunshine reecting rosy light like looking through StainedgaSs window, i've must have read that soeWhere) the last struggling wild aSters in the air. mixed scent of damp decayng leaves and rottng apples and the roadside stand where you buy gallon of pure apple cider lug it home only to discover it's been watered! Autumn, my autumn When niture polished kitchen painted doors installed removed and the house for several weeks in what is known the ritual of fall housekeeping which in ntenseness goes the spring cleaning just one better.
 OCTOBER!
 Lest forget there's football and last but not least there's Halloween Halloween more less of wash out for grownups who get pasted with anything from pumpkin to cabbages. Just one of those days when you're good sport and take cut cloheslines, broken duck for apples when you'd rather duck out You join in the mad merrment when you'd much rather be sitting at a movie looking at Don Ameche or Tyrone Power or Mickey Mouse. Oh well, that's the end of October.