(_By a New Jersey poetess._)
Autumn is more beautiful, I think,
Than Spring or Winter are.
For then trees change at the river's brink--
How beautiful they are.
I love to see the different colors so bright--
That grow around brooks & grottoes.
Leaves that are pressed are a pleasant sight
To make photograph frames & mottoes.
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Dr. Johnson or somebody said that a surgical operation was necessary to
get a joke into a Scotchman's head; but the Glasgow Herald, reporting
the existence of a London detective named Leonard Jolly Death,
conjectures that it was probably an ancestor of his who was drowned in
the butt of Malmsey wine.
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One is usually mistaken in such matters, but we visualize Mr. Imer Pett,
general manager of the Bingham Mines, in Salt Lake City, as quite
otherwise.
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