Whan that Aprille with hise shoures soote
The droghte of March had perced to the roote,
I druv a motor thro' Aprille's bliz
Somme forty mile, and dam neere lyke to friz.
* * *
Harriet reports the first trustworthy sign of spring: friend husband on
the back porch Sunday morning removing last year's mud from his golf
shoes.
* * *
Old Doc Oldfield of London prescribes dandelion leaves, eggs, lettuce,
milk, and a few other things for people who would live long, and a
Massachusetts centenarian offers, as her formula, "Don't worry and don't
over-eat." But we, whose mission is to enlighten the world, rather than
to ornament it, are more influenced by the experiment of Herbert
Spencer. Persuaded to a vegetarian diet, he stuck at it for six months.
Then reading over what he had written during that time, he thrust the
manuscript into the fire and ordered a large steak with fried potatoes
and mushrooms.
* * *
"SPRING HAS COME..."
The trees were rocked by April's blast;
A frozen robin fell,
And twittered, as he breathed his last,
"Lykelle, lykelle, lykelle."
* * *