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Show Do You Remember? ... i By MAUDE H. BENEDICT Do you remember when we school children used to sing a little ditty about George Washington, to the tune of "Yankee Doodle"? It ran like this: "So Georgie cut the cherry tree With his bright little hatchet; He never thought that after awhile He'd surely have to catch it! "Georgie, Georgie, no, no, no! Naughty little sinner; You ought to go to bed and go Without a bit of dinner!" And we'd declaim in Italian dialect: dia-lect: "Georgida, Washada, Bigga da man Fistas as biga Two buncha banan!" And we used to call Washington's Washing-ton's Birthday, "Birthington's Washday." Memories come tripping along like gay autumn leaves, rushing and resting, to start again. They recall Emma Brown singing sing-ing "Love Me and the World Is Mine," and "Would You Care If I Should Leave You?" also Bart-lett's Bart-lett's "A Dream." Auburn-haired, sweet of face, lovely Emma j Brown wonder where she is today? to-day? A beautiful memory of Ann Crandall Haymond instantly, of her entrance one evening to the Opera house dance floor. She wore a long blue evening cloak that emphasized em-phasized her dark-haired beauty. Lymon Tobe) Haymond was her escort. She looked absolutely regal that night. Later, Ann and Lyman were neighbors and friends when we lived in Silver City, Juab county. coun-ty. Ann worked with us in Mutual, Mu-tual, where we were officers, and she was so well liked by everyone. Her sister, charming Ivy Crandall Metcalf, and husband, Frank, were also neighbors in Silver City. We three girls used to have such enjoyable en-joyable gab-fests, when our babies were small, and the whole world seemed to be through rose-colored glasses. We remember the joyous welcoming wel-coming of Ann's and Lyman's first baby, beautiful little Erma. Were it possible to do so, would any of us wish to go back to sometime some-time in our lives, live it over, or would it be like a little poem of mine: IN RETROSPECT There may be times we will look back upon The paths we've traveled over, and we'll say, "Oh, that happiest hour of my life-How life-How I should love to live again that day!" But deep within my heart I well will know , The happineses of simple homely tasks That made home a sanctuary for us all, Remembering this is all that my heart asks. M. H. B. (Published in The Country Bard, Minneapolis, Minn.) There are moments, hours, even days, we should like to live over; bright spots in memory that diffuse dif-fuse a kind of radiance that lightens light-ens the day and often the way for us. Life is like that. Happiness is transitory, coming in small lots to contrast with sorrow sor-row and defeat. To hold a little of dria. Coming down the road was a modern miss in shorts, her bobbed bob-bed hair flying in the summer breeze. She was idly puffing on a cigarette. And that's where I lost George!" That's why sne won't be attending at-tending her classes this week. Lest we forget to remember, "In these days an open mind is sure to get you further than an open mouth." Do you remember? the happinees along the way, cup it like a fragrant rose, enjoy the little things of everyday, the beauty beau-ty all about us. These things treasured in the heart are mines of gold in the years when trials and experience have perhaps driven, temporarily, from the mind all except ex-cept the essentially urgent tasks of now. War time will leave little leisure for day dreams, yet cling we must to our pleasant memories. When life seems bleak and dreary, such treasures of the mind act as a strongly revivifying medicine. medi-cine. Is it not so? In pensive mood today it will pass, dear readers, and may take on a lighter vein soon. Someone has said that making love is like making pies. All you need is a lot of crust and some applesauce! " Our sister, Leelyn Bjarnson, writes of war time on the coast, I where she lives in San Diego. 'Quoting from her letter: "We are not afraid here in San Diego; we are as safe as you are in Utah and elsewhere. "In an air raid, I shouldn't know which way to run." (Lee is a bit on the heavy side, a condition she calls her Cross, and she is always alluding to her avoirdupois in a wittily joking manner. To go on: "I'd nave absolutely no respect for the enemy's marksmanship if they couldn't hit a target as big as I'd make! "People go about their business here in almost the usual manner; of course, there are signs of war everywhere. But we feel quite safe with all the protection of army, navy, airplanes, and the vigilance o fguards and F. B. I." In reference to George Washington's Wash-ington's birthday, a school girl was expelled from her classes after she had read an essay on George Washington's probable reaction to present day inventions, styles, and custms, should he come back to life. This is what she wrote: "I dressed dress-ed myself as I thought a girl of my age would dress in those demure de-mure times. I went down to Mt. Vernon and asked Washington to take a walk with me. We started along the road to Alexandria. He didn't seem to .notice the marvelous marvel-ous inventions. An airplane dron-ing dron-ing overhead caused only moder-1 ate curiosity. A radio broadcasting broadcast-ing in front of a store was merely glanced at. A swiftly moving automobile auto-mobile elicited little more than a passing remark. "We continued to stroll until we were nearly half way to Alexan-1 |