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Show HIGH SCHOOL Pen Efforts The Snow By Bertha Schow From out the clouded heavens The snow has fallen down, . It's covered the green grasses And blanketed the town. With eager feet and happy smile Children hasten to their play, - No doeful face nor angry look They smile and sing so gay. They build a snowman twice their size, . With coal and sticks make nose and eyes; 1 They add some arms, a pipe, a hat; They make the body round and fat. !' Some like summer best, they say, For brightly on them beams the sun. I'll not agree. I'll sorry be, When these dear winter days are gone. His Last Spree Berniece Outzen "Well," said the old gbbler, "Being "Be-ing as next week is Christmas, I guess I will have to go on my last spree." Off to the old cider mill he went. "Yep, just enough to have a good time on." After he had drunk as much as he possibly could, he started off in his best strut, considering the circumstances. circum-stances. Down the road he went until he met old Boss, the cow, with such nice horns. "I'll have you a fight," he challenged. challeng-ed. "Oh, well, being as next week you'll be eaten, I'll fight with you," Boss replied. "Now, be careful Boss, because I might hurt you." "Oh! No danger." So the battle began. Whim, wham bang, and over the fence went Mr. Gobbler. "I wonder where that Turkey could be. Don't you know John?" Farmer Jenkins inquired of his son. "No, father, I don't, but I will go see if I can find him." Out he went in search of the turkey. At last he found old turk, lying by the old cider mill. The last of his spree. John picked him up and started off for the chopping chop-ping block. "I gave old Boss a good battle anyway any-way before I have my head cut off." The old Turk said as John raised the ax to whack off his head. |