An Autumn Lament
An Autumn Lament.
I lay it away on the topmost shelf
And cover it up with care,
While I think of the affable bunko man
Who told me how well it would wear.
" 'Twill last a lifetime, sir." he said.
"It never will go out of style.
You'll have all the Willies and Johnnies in town
Skinned about half of a mile.
"It'll never get dirty nor bend out of shape;
You'll look like a millionaire's son.
They'll think you're a planter from Panama. sure;
You'll have 'em all on the dead run."
So I put up my money and took it away;
I've worn it the long summer today;
The sight of it makes me quite blue.
Ive seen them marked down to a dollar 'n' a half
And given away with each suit;
They're made in a sweatshop and sold by the ton;
The small ones are thrown in to boot.
You can't tell what they'll be wearing next year-
Aluminum, hay or spun grass-
But it's a dead cinch that the panama hat
Will be down in the "also ran" class
So I lay it away on the topmost shelf,
And I cover it up with care,
While I think of the affable bunko man
Who told me how long it would wear.
" 'Twill last you a lifetime, sire," he said,
And, really, I can believe that,
For I never, no never, shall wear it again-
My twelve dollar panama hat.
Winfield Hogaboom in Sunset Magazine
For October.
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Ann Arbor Argus-Democrat