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Show THE MARSHLAND TEA. Croiked Mr Itor "It's strange to mo How auv frog cull climb a tree llut hem's llielr Invltittlin line, Inviting us to lome and dlitc. The night vvns lino as It could he: The frog arrlvtd beneuth the tree. Haiti Mrs I rog In gruu despair. I neither see a lift nor salr. 'I think our cousins shnul I come down And spread their fust upon the ground 1'or will thej know w cannot (1, 1 11 paj thni back bcioru 1 die." Bald Mr I'rog It's roused my Ire, Lets gitlier wood and build a tire Mid as there s very Utile breeze the smoke will rlso uft In thu trees" With willing hands they set about In put thu tree frogs to rout Who at their supper In the tree Were laughing loud In happy glee, Tiut as the smoko upward rose it tilled the Ir ears nod eves and llJISe With shkenlng cries. ! jells of pain l.iuh tried In (unto lhe ground tojgaln "Revenge Is sweet," the old 1'rog said, ' 11 s hurrj home und go to bed, 1 or now I know our work Is dono, Wo hive, I m sure spoiled all the fun"' -Vevkn fl Clott I alls 1 hurch, Va |