The Oregon daily journal. (Portland, Or.) 1902-1972, April 18, 1915, Page 55, Image 55

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MAGAZINE SECTION 1 PICTORIAL' SUPPLEIIHIT
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PORTLAND, OREGONj SUNDAY MORNING, APRIL 18, 1915
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-j By Marshall N. Dana. are dandelions. And yonder pink and
A dreary place .would be this' earth, white patterns are the daisies. Oh,
" .If there were no little people in it; my yes, you may pluck them! And
The song of life would lose its mirth, when you turn them upside down you
Were there no children to begin it. Py the dandelions are , fairies , in
f - dresses of gold, arid the, daisies their
in the joy. They; fly .on wings that
flit or buzz, they move on the ground
with feet .that may be swift or may
be slow,-but they are all happy. And
there are some things - that do not
move but have life. .' Mother. Nature
colors: the leaf y walls of her big out-
IME has four seasons. Summer cavaliers in white and pink satin. And
belongs to lovers, autumn to the 1 do you remember, .little oDcs, what- door room with the royar purpof
. was. said ahcfut.th Haiav? ; : the lilacs and- ? the . soft. bluxhea
harvest and winter to the sturdv. . '
But springis for the little folks. Old Small, service is true service while
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Mother Nature fits them up with ; a
fine big outside room. She cleans
house with the breezes, she scrubs
her earthy floors v with the ; showers
. and she makes a celebration with the
sunshine. She spreads an elegant
soft carpet of grass ' velvet - and she
' figures! it: with real flowers. 'No imi
; tations I for old Mother Nature ! 4 She
leaves that for the ladies' Easter bon
nets. ' j ' - ;r "
Those yellow spots in'-Mother ' Na
' it lasts, ' - '
Of humblest friends, bright - crea
ture, ! scorn not one ;
The daisy by the shadow Uiat it casts
Protects the ; lingering dewdrop
from the sun;
I almost : forgot to tell -you how :
large Mother Nature's family of little
people ' is. The children, of' course,
come first, but she is very fond, too,
of the millions of tiny, creatures that
the 1 lilacs 'and- the r soft' blushes
; of apple blossoms, ; and . the confetti
for the sunshine's celebration that she
scatters down consists of white cherry
petals. ' - ; : - - ;
Whether you look - or whether - you
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You can hear life murmur or gee
if glisten. : . - . ? , ,
Have you been in any of the city
parks yet this year? .
-No? . " .
Well this will serve ; to : introduce .
tur'sxarjei.aren't gold doUa and arc Eartners xcontiaued w Pa;j5, jnus Bectionj.