Vol. XIV 



FEBRUARY, 1904 



No. 2 



Minter in (^olora^o. 



BY EUGENE FIELD. 



(f/^ HE snow lies deep upon the ground, 

 \W The birds sing sweetly in tne trets, 

 ^ — -^ The scent of roses all around 

 Is borne upon the icy breeze. 



Upon each irrigating stream 



The skating youth indulge in play, 



While women folk, like fairies, beam 

 In summer hats and white pekay. 



The plumber taps the pipe that's froze, 

 And tears up ceiling, side and floor; 



While round about the ice man goes, 

 And leaves his chattels at our door. 



The man with frozen hands and feet 

 Is hurried off and put to bed ; 



Another, prostrate with the heat, 

 Wears cabbage leaves upon his head. 



Thus speeds the weather in our State, 

 A batch of contradictions rude, 



And we assign our varying fate 

 To this peculiar altitude. 



