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Show Live In the Season of Death What a glorious season' this is! If there were ever a need for an example of the beauty and grace of death, autumn might well be used. Spring is scintillating, vibrant,-alive; winter wint-er is impressive, magnificent, powerful; autumn is beautiful, tranquil, sad. Autumn is the symbolic season of death. Christians believe the spirit leaves the body as the brain ceases to function. Perhaps it is exactly opposite in the case of the leaves. Perhaps Per-haps a spirit enters and changes them to the gorgeous hues which Jack Frost supposedly paints them. Leaves are beautiful in death. They seem to accept the termination of their usefulenss, and with a sigh of the wind, float gracefully to the earth. But autumn is not the season of death for all of Mother Nature's children. It is the beginning be-ginning of the national defense .program of nature. Animals are donning winter coats and storing food for the siege of winter. Every living thing is preparing for a change. To humans it is also a season of preparation. There is a tang in the air which is ably described de-scribed in a line in "Vagabond Song" by Bliss Carman : "There is something in October sets the gypsy blood astir:" Autumn brings football. As the first oaks are "lipsticked" with autumn, the general atmosphere at-mosphere fairly screams, "Football!" Winter is the time to sit before a cosy fire and read a book. Autuwin is the time when your gypsy blood should boil. Get out while the getting's good! Get out and enjoy life while you're young! Play and watch the games of youth. Live in the season of death! |