The above communication is self-explanatory and is published for what it
is worth. Possibly others of our friends may have something to say along
this line. At any rate, whatever is worthy of space, pertaining to women,
can, at least for a time, find expression in this department.
“LOCAL COLORING.”
(Dedicated to Our Descriptive Writers.)
The tale told thrillingly of lemon skies,
Of salmon hills beneath a blue sunrise;
It feelingly described a cerise field
Where purple rabbits ate pink onions, peeled.
The color card passed to another pen,
And lightning changes awed our common ken;
For lo, we’re told those hills are palest mauve,—
Like molten gold the fiery sun above.
The lemon sky has veered to cherry red,—
Maroon, the field where purple rabbits fed;
Has Nature cursed us with a spotted land?
Nay, “highly colored” tales are in demand.