Salt Lake Telegram | 1935-03-12 | Page 4 | Just Folks

Just Folks By EDGAR A. A G GUEST VEST THE AFGHAN An af afghan han Is a thing of wool That's made In pretty strips But all that makes it beautiful Comes not from fing finger r tips I watch the needle as It plies piles So swiftly out and In In And something from her lovely eyes The stitches seem to win And though the they could not find It there Who'd tear the thing apart In n every stitch she makes maltes Ill I'll swear Goes something of her heart A A. A pretty thing at last Jast twill beTo beTo be bo boTo To To toss upon a chair But I alone shall know and see ace seeTh seeThe Th The beauty that is there Yes I alone have watched It grow In lovely rosy folds And only I shall truly know How much of her It holds Copyright 1935 1035 Edgar A. A Guest