But Friendship Is The Breathing Rose, With

You May Have Genius. The Contrary Is, Of Course, Probable.

The Year Is Getting To Feel Rich, For His Golden Fruits Are Ripening Fast, And He Has A Large Balance In The Barns, Which Are His Banks. The Members Of His Family Have Found Out That He Is Well To Do In The World. September Is Dressing Herself In Show Of Dahlias And Splendid Marigolds And Starry Zinnias. October, The Extravagant Sister, Has Ordered An Immense Amount Of The Most Gorgeous Forest Tapestry For Her Grand Reception.

Cupid "the Little Greatest Enemy."

A Few Can Touch The Magic String, And Noisy Fame Is Proud To Win Them: Alas For Those That Never Sing, But Die With All Their Music In Them!

The Indian Is But A Sketch In Red Crayon Of A Rudimental Manhood. To The Problem Of His Relation To The White Race, There Is One Solution: Extermination.