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Show IXVTT TION. Bj BERTOIS Bit MiEx. 1 1 p in the forest now the leaves ars railing, Matting the earth with red and I I, row n ami gold. The birds, ere long, will hear the southland calling; The autumn days are bright, the I melius are coiu. I And as I struggle at my daily labor Soft In my cars comes whispering a breeze Which says. "Come out. the forest calls you, neighbor! There are no lovelier days and nights than these. "The brisk air sets your pulses heating heat-ing quicker, j Life is atlngle in these gorcgous days. Each breath you take is like a draft of ichor; The woods with many colors are ablaze; Gone is the summer's languor, but the water. Clear, cold and limpid, laps tho pebbly shores, i Nature is fairer than you ever thought her. Now is the lime to seek the Out-of-Doors. "Conic slip away. Put on your old attire. Tempt some good pal to come along as well, Think Of the nights beside a crackling fire, Think of the frosty mornings and the smell Of bacon In the pan, the fragrant savor Of boiling coffer' in the morning glow. These are the lilys' You hesitate, you waver Back to the woods, old scout, come on let's go!" (Copyright, 1922, NBA Service) o, |