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Show The Town of Our Dreams By Ora Mae Bishop Everyone should have a civic pride in his town and should be responsible for the looks of his property. Perhaps your house needs a little paint, your fence needs repairing, re-pairing, old trees need to come out, your rose bush needs a trellis, and how about a few flowers, is there I anything more beautiful around the place? Everyone stops to admire ad-mire them. It's not such a hard job when the weeds are small in the spring of the year to get them off the ditch bank, from around the fence and along the street. With a little extra planning only a few hours a week, would keep them down all summer. Now for our streets. Do you think we could get the mayor or someone from the town to put some kind of waste containers on the streets, so we, as citizens and school kids, could put our gum and candy wrappers in them instead of throwing them on the street and cluttering them up. Also isn't there something we could do to get the people who own vacant lots and junk yards to clean them up? If they won't do it, why don't we get someone from the city to do it and then charge the owners for doing it or put it on their taxes for the next year? I know all of us are very busy and have a lot of different things to do, other than clean and fix up, but think of your neighbor, he's doing his bit to make our city more beautiful, how about you doing do-ing yours? There are two kinds of people in town, I mean The people who want to, and the people who'll clean. In towns like this, you'll find that the masses, Are always divided in these two classes. And strangely enough you'll find one cleaner, To twenty of those who are just the dreamer. In which of these classes do you belong? Are you cleaning you're place, Helping others along? Or are you a dreamer, letting other folks do The things that rightfully belong to you? So cleaners and dreamers, let's all unite And make our city a place of delight. With painting and fencing and weeds all clean, Perhaps we can live in a town of our dreams. This essay was selected as the prize-winner in the contest sponsored spon-sored by the committee for Cleanup Clean-up Day. The selection was by no means easy, as a number of very fine essays were handed in by the high school students, dealing with the subject from different angles, humorous and forthright. The students stud-ents tackled it with enthusiasm, and had enough to spare to complete com-plete their own clean-up campaign cam-paign at the school and grounds on Wednesday. The prize for the winner was given by Clayton Stap-ley, Stap-ley, of the Delmart, and is a pair of slacks to be chosen by the Winner. |