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Show " ADDING INSULT TO INJURY. Old Lady That parrot I bought of you uses dreadful language. Bird Dealer Ah, mum, you should be werry careful what you ses afore it; it's astonishin' how quick them birds pick up anythink. Tattler. THE TINGE OF AUTUMN. Red gleam the leaves on yonder trees To later turn to gold; A hint of frost is in the breeze, And bleak's the distant wold. The smoke curls upward slow, and white, And far across the hill There glints the roadway in the night The morn is crisp and chill. The sun sinks desolate to rest Behind the church's spire ; The afterglow's dull in the west, Where once were skies of fire. The songsters' tunes are not so sweet, The frail belated blooms Give hint of winter's ice and sleet, Low hanging clouds and glooms. t The moon across the dome rides white, The skies are, jeweled set; The dew falls soft from out the night, The grass is sparkling wet. The spoil that vine and tree have doled Is safely housed with care; The stubble gleams like burnished gold And autumn's everywhere. Milwauke Sentinel. |