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Show The Spring Poets. ' The divine afflatus is now bubbling j In the subliminal structure of the average person. If not given expres- ! sipn it may sink in only to reappear j later in life. There is no more satis- ! fying manifestation of the divine af- ; flatus than the spring poem. With the ! flannels off and the power on, folks have to take pens in hand and per-petualize per-petualize their joy. We, ourselves, find the composition of a spring poem almost as beneficial to the blood and nerves as a mess of dandelion and mustard greens flavored with bacon. But through years and years of salutatory verse to spring, we have grown into the habit of waiting until un-til it is certain that the weather man will not get a tip and turn on a remnant rem-nant of winter on the afternoon our j effusion effuses. Less than a month ago we rhapsodized a rhapsody based upon the meteorological conditions prevailing at 8 a. m., and by noon Mr. Cox had managed to produce a fairish blizzard, whereupon we received the hoarse hoot and .the raucous jeer from the masters of thought and diction roundabout who sit in judgment on governments and policies. We are favored this afternoon with a pellucid poem by Miss Alicia T., j who shyly omits the remainder of her name. However, her handling of motif mo-tif and theme is melodically (sic) pleasing, and we are glad to have this help in the preliminary work of welcoming wel-coming s:riug. Here is the harbin-gering harbin-gering band: The Harbingerlng of Joy. (By Alicia T.) The snow is droiminiT from the sky Amidst t ho uemMinLr, rugircnl trees, Hut gently wo hear them sigh That soon their branches shall wear leaves. The wind !m blowing freezing cold. No vto'.ot bloms when it blows, For n:un-e !ms it kindly told If it did so it will be froze. Soon will the aiip!e trc-s bo gn y With lovely blossoms, wiiite and pink, Alt'iouLvh when il is snowing- this w:y Sui-h thoughts are something we do not think. The pardon, too. will sprout r:ht up And .cive us many t!-.i!V-s of use. i-'i:t when t!;r vintry wind do whoop We find few aspoots to amuse. Oh. let us then bo thankful for ( The sprim;iim that will soo-a ho hero. And all bo i:lad that wo havo no war To disturb tiie peaoe of our country so iear. |