Show WOMANS WOMAN'S 1 for tor Good night my lover from from the South The White Rose heard a l sighing and and felt a warm breeze sweep past her herI I know her secret secret she said lifting her head with such force that her petals dropped one by one to the ground and th the White Rose was no nomore nomore nomore more but Just as the last petal fell White Rose gave one dying cry c The South Wind Is Js the lover of Red Rose ehe called out and the secret of Red Rose was a secret no longer Her lover was the South Wind and he came came etch each night to caress her and breathe warmth and sweetness into her heart Copyright 1915 by M McClure l Clure Newspaper News News- paper Syndicate New Newyork York City Tomorrows Tomorrow's story story Honest Johns John's Reward |