October Days

Horowhenua Chronicle, 4 October 1916, Page 3

October Days

(By WaLt 'Mason). October the wunny, so hand me my lyre! The month lor my moneiy. the month I admire. The breeze.? are tender that sigh o'er the lea, and folks of each gendler are dancing with glee. No blizzards are blowing tJieir way through the streets, but garden sass, growing gives promise of eats. The milkmaid is milking the solemn-eyed cows; book agents arc blinking the easy-mark fraus; the farmers are riding on spring-seated too!s, and singing and hiding the diing-busted mules. The roc6ters are going on jubilant leg.s, you'd think from their crowing they'd laid all the eggs. The whole world rejoices October is here, and all of the voices that come to the ear. with rapture are thrilling, with peace and content ; so why are you spilling those tears, gloomy gent? The winter is ended), and spring is on deck, and everything's splendid and bully, hy heck! So shame rn the critter who digs up a whine whose besom is hitter, whose eyes soak in brine! There's joy in the air, forget your diseases, your grief and your care!