Under the Old Apple-tree 51 



thinks of the old home, he just cannot help letting 

 his thoughts hover about the old orchard and> par- 

 ticularly, about his favourite apple-tree. And 

 when he comes back to spend his holidays in the 

 good old summer-time, the orchard is, of course, 

 the first place on the farm he visits. With what 

 pride and fond recollection he asks his city chums 

 to try those apples which mother and father some- 

 times send him and what a glow of pleasure it 

 gives him to tell about the old orchard down on 

 the farm. 



EOSY-CHEEKED APPLES AND BOYS 



Seems like to me all the great poets have had 

 apple-tree memories, at least most of them have 

 had kind and loving words to spare for such 

 references. There's Solomon, Old Omar, Bill 

 Shakespeare, Lord Byron, Bobby Burns, Whit- 

 comb Eiley, Gene Field, Sam Foss, Bayard Taylor, 

 William Cullen Bryant and a whole lot more of the 

 writing, rhyming tribe who have had lingering 

 memories of orchard trees. Natural thing, you 

 know, for a fellow who has been a rosy-cheeked 

 boy, when he gets to thinking back about the days 

 when he, himself, had such cheeks, to recall mem- 

 ories of rosy-cheeked apples — seem to run to- 

 gether somehow and isn't it just fine that they do. 

 Eosy-cheeked boys — and girls if you wish — and 

 rosy-cheeked apples! 



