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Show Mr. and Mrs. O. G. Muir left Monday to vacation two weeks at San Francisco, Calif. They pay no heed to science, j Accepting no defeat. ; While they grow strong and virile 1 I've grown under par, i The combat never ceases, 'It's "Cold" or "Heated War." i When I am dead and ono, dear I Lord, . Will I no longer care? Or will they leave their barracks, And get into my hair? Jane Spcndlove, Bingham, Utah. ' v BATTLE OF THE BUGS A pair of invading sinus bugs With their precious kids, Marched in an upper flat, one day, And I nearly flipped my lid. Taking action instantly With pills, and packs, and spray, All pandemonium broke loose, But did they go away? With diabolical shrewdness, They settled down to fight, Strategically they held the line, They had no thought of flight. Twas then I thought, "To conquer con-quer them, I'd employ a surgeon's knife To cut them down and root them out, And restore my tranquil life." All strategy was thwarted, The bugs just multiplied, They occupied each minute space, Intent? To crucify! Prolific bugs, these sinuses, They colonize and spread, A mighty empire, now we see. No grave-yard, and no dead. They thrive on vitamins, and grow In penetrating heat, Antibiotics, oh, la,- la, They find them good to eat. They're wiser than the Doctors, They're smarter than the Greeks, |