Low Tides 



and intelligent consideration of every 

 patriotic American. 



A cool breeze is springing up now. 

 The electric fan that started me, in 

 an unguarded moment, into talking 

 "shop" is no longer needed. Let us 

 therefore shut it off and bury for the 

 present, in its silence, our memories 

 of those tropic nights when even the 

 cold water ran hot in New Willard 

 tubs. 



Low tides come to us all at times I 

 fancy. We cannot always be riding 

 happily upon the flood that leads to 

 joyous fortune. That larkspur blooming 

 there so gaily, with its tall blue flower 

 stalks rising far above its floral neigh- 

 bors, is not always decked out thus. 

 It has been comparatively unnoticed 

 in the garden until now. It will add 

 its beauty to the scene for yet a little 

 while, and then is gone. And thus 

 with all created things. How cruelly 

 short the hour supreme when life 

 flows at its highest tide ! And yet those 



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