HOW fair she is and sweet! Spring with hair as gold as the golden sunshine, eyes as blue as the cloudless skies and breath as fragrant as her many blossoms. How entrancing, how beguiling! And yet she remains tantalizingly, heartlessly elusive! No pleas will draw her forth, no prayers will bring her to us, for she's in a conspiracy with Winter to keep us waiting. A balmy, south wind will blow her into the horizon and then - just when we think we may clasp her to our hearts - Winter will cruelly cover her with a mantle of white. But Spring's smile has been a promise and soon she will be blossoming forth anew.
Most of the paper dolls on this site are from newspaper archives. All newspaper items have been copied in black and white. I have added color to some of the paper dolls. All of the coloring contests for movies and from ads were found searching through newspapers.
Thursday, March 10, 2011
The Promise Of Spring by Juanita Hamel, 1924
HOW fair she is and sweet! Spring with hair as gold as the golden sunshine, eyes as blue as the cloudless skies and breath as fragrant as her many blossoms. How entrancing, how beguiling! And yet she remains tantalizingly, heartlessly elusive! No pleas will draw her forth, no prayers will bring her to us, for she's in a conspiracy with Winter to keep us waiting. A balmy, south wind will blow her into the horizon and then - just when we think we may clasp her to our hearts - Winter will cruelly cover her with a mantle of white. But Spring's smile has been a promise and soon she will be blossoming forth anew.
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