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Show Ii . . "" "-it-mi lliuua., ; i rl lll-f I l'i'IHIN IIH-kl II II if IBaagtSBBtCB IBBOI MMMMMt 1 The Standard-Examiner's Spring Poetry Page I Ii . . Scores Write Verses on Seasonable Topic; Many Boys and Girls Clever Here you are, folks! Here's the spring poetry we've been promising you. As we suspected, quite a number had a message to deliver in verse for many have responded to our i invitation to submit spring poetry for publication. Some of the poetry is good, in fact unusually good, and some is not so good. But under the rules of the spring poetry page we are running both the good an4 bad, just as it was written. The poetry editor has made no changes or corrections correc-tions in the compositions. One of the features of this page of poetry is the number contributed by boys and girls. The many contributions from Pleasant View are from the pens of boys and girls in the seventh and eighth grades of the Pleasant View school, the pupils of Carrie Morse. Here you are, readers. Go ahead and read the contribu- tions. You, will enjoy all of them, the good and bad, alike. I c i v ! HIT EM H.rV.Nf, I'm sad and lonely -Vv Hj I'm awful' blue" I have jib money What'shall I do ' , It Is this 'very question that confronts ii'sevorji. Day with thehigh cost of living: ' and a mighty little Pay Hi YTo all might Be happy and live Somowhat in case if we'd smash the Darnd 'Republican and Democrat Parties , . . There all Kahoots together in somo sort o'f association Their working-on the lab.9rf . t all Over this darnd creation, It's time that wo wake up H and quit sleeping for a while.; and straighten this-thing .up'" ; ' we can do it with a Smile. "Who crossed the Briny Ocean '.v To here the cannons Roar, who went over the top to win this awful war. Did Capital db this Deed - Hl Or .did the labor Bravo face the dirty !X)cils .':t&:.'' H there country for to Save Hl Capital nover done it for fear there heads might drop Hl they stayed and made the money- while we went over the top ' , H It's to go again So do your Very Best H Give them all you've got don't Givo them time to Rest Pound them on the Back this next Election .day Cut them Out entirely Give labor a chance to say Hl Let them close there factories H we'll get By somo how. H Twont do any more dam ago H than their doing' us just now. j JAMES H. LE HEW. Hj Ogden. oo SPRING. The long cold winter now is done; And make sure winter is past. - -Hl The green blades shoot up one by one, j And make sure fintcr is past. j The warm south winds, with April's shower; H Both or symbols of spring; And we long to hunt for flowers, With the coming of the spring. The pussy willows first are seen, Down by the rushing bropks H And soon the meadows - brown, turn And flowers blossom in the nooks. H Tho robins sings his nierry lay, From in the tree top high; H The spring is coming by this way: Hl Look up Into the sky. ' Hl The violet heard the robins call, H While lying asleep in her bed; H And she soon woke the flowers, both H great and small; B That we'd been thinking were dead. H So don't be down hearted and think H that spring, H Is not going to come this year; H But open your mouth and let your H heart sing: H And you'll find its already here. MAUD STALL1NGS, (12 years old.) Eden, Utah. H -oo I FANCY HOW OUR LOVE WOULD BE. H I fancy Ln my mind, how our love H Walking in the garden, under the H thick-leaved trcesi H Stopping to sigh and bchpld each H other H In a garden of happiness, where Is i unknown bother. - - H We will atop by the fountain, watch - Hl lng the sun aet, H And talk of the spot where we will H next meet, H Then a passlonateook, a tender hand H A sigh . that carries our tought H a burning 'kiss. H Emile Doro, Ogden, Utah 'THE SONG OF A WOMAN'S LOVEU ?.LUI) j:. JOXES. " - 1. -',.- .Qh. Mary, and Jody loty dee-.doily! " ;?Twas love at first sight. with .them. He sawhcr;ho sought her; " 'J Ho chased her and got her, And now they live happy :ahcm! ? II. Their poor little kiddies, they have to wear middies So' Mary cun sport the new clothes. She. takes all the money. Now this may seem funny. ; To outshine her society foes. ' III. Oh-Mary was wary, her manner, was airy. ' , ;' -. ' She's been married five times'-In hor years. 'She woos" them awhile J-. -.With a heart full of guile, Then leavc3 them to bath in their ' tears. : .-. . IV. Poor Jody was moody, his manner was broody ' " v When told of the- times she was paired. v y '; But. she softly explained When lie raved and 'profaned -J-That never beforo had she,c:Lred. v. : ;.v;,.7.;:( She lived for a spell like -a genuine swell, Her expenses most . drove Hiim insane, in-sane, But Mary just blowed As iho hard, earned bucks f lowed And -vanished like dust ina rain. ' . 1 " ' - . - VI. ' So .they had a scene; both, "ucted real mean;. It went off like the plot of "a 'play. But her heart it did sofien;- ' They needed no coffin; But she went on in her spendthmuy way. v vii. ' The winter -.was late, and tho kind ; hand of. fate To the burg sent a millionaire's son. And each maid set her cap For so likely a chap, " -And so a great conflict begun.- VIII. ' Now poor Jody feared so he openly sneered. ' He tried not his anger- to hide. And he warned her to boot That tho guy ho would shoot : Who attempted to flirt with his bride. ''IX. Thcn'a'storm was' at sea; -she put up such a plea, That' tho lawyers agreed ho was tight. So ho told her to go And she took all his dough And married the rich guy that night. .- ,-- X'.' ' Oh -friends. It is fierce! My heart It doth pierce. . - I . I could' Write you a book on the text. Their aim I'll be blethered Is' to ge't their nest feat ho rod But such are the ways of their sex. - MAUD E. JON'ES. . 00 THE SENTLVEL. I gazed upon a lonely mountain crag Fulloutllned by a stretch of azure sky, Wheret soft and fleecy clouds rolled 'merrily In shapes llk.o -castle walls of sovereign sover-eign sires Who ruled -In -ancient lands long years, "ago. The rocky. face of this old mountain wall Bore traces of a sea now shrunk and gone, 'Til only a faint water lino remains. A dim and lasting story of the past. 1 wonder what this distant mount could tell. And whether he is glad to stand eo still Letting the. gay white cloudlets pass his brow, Or feel the kiss' of aun upon-his side. How strange It seems that he wio cannot live But day by day and year by year remains re-mains A guardian o'er a city in the west, , Will still be here to feel the sun and storm When we who live seem so powerful in tho world Have lived our lives and passed through other gates. LAVOX GREEXWELL. 1641 Washington avenue. ' oo THE FOUNTAIN. The gurgling, sparkling fountain, Ait uay ana night does flow, From a little crack in Uie mountain, Where it melts tho sparkling snow. Reuben Rhees Pleasant View SPRING SONG. When you think that spring has come, You put on your B. V. D.a, In the morning you are shivering, In a damp and chilly breeze. By noon you've got an awful cough, At night your 'fever's high, And when it's time to leavo your bed, You aYo sick enough to die. You doso yourself with nasty pills, To cure your cold soon, You put your woolens on again, And keep them on till June. ELIZABETH NAISBITT, 26-iS Grant Avenue. Ogden Utah, i oo OGDEN CANYON. ' ' When nature wont to tryin' To see what she could do A settin' rocks up e'gowise, T' lot the water run through An' makin' great big pictures, Of mountains, rocks an' trees Overhead a scrap of sky, In between, tho breeze. Down at the foot the river, A dashin' over the stones, Dancin' splashin'-and singin' on, in happy contented tones Pla'cin' the rocks and bushes ln the mouth of the canyon there, T' make that great stone face so plain You can see it, if you care. j Did she f'rgct, get tired, I Or run out of designs, I That men thought they ought to finish! By paintin' an' postin signs? MAUD COOK. oo SPRING FEVER. 'Tho robins are singing and chirnlns, While the farmers are working, The boys are humming and hunting,. ' The cows are so happy they arc bunting. bunt-ing. No wender! Spring is here! We will all have a good time, don't fear. CHARLIE W. SKBEN, (age 15) Plain City, Utah, R. F. D. 2, Bx. 2C1. v' oo ' SPRING EVERYWHERE. Ho! Ho: Ho! Spring has come at last. The winter storms are surely past. I The butterflies are on the wing, The birds and crickets begin to sing. The buttercup is here again, Brought by tnc sunshine and tho rain; Again we hear the droning bees, The buds are bursting on Uie trees. MILL1CENT KIEL (age R. F. D. No. C (bath cottages) Og-( den, Utah. oo SPRINGTIME OPINIONS IN APRIL., "The calendar's crazy," the bullfrog said, ' , , As up through the ice he rammed his nead. "It's seven long months since we've1! , had a thaw, 4 . t My throat is sore and my lungs- are fraw." 'V ' i ' J " ' A cheerful note rang out' close by, As a meadow lark dropped out of' the i skv; -. As she swung in the willows beside the road, She heard the wail of the "water-load." "water-load." i "You pesamistic -old nut," she said, "Why sit in the mud and -soak ycur.i head? " j tGet into an airplane and sail. up high! Above the clouds, there's a beautiful sky. "You stick too close to grubbing the soil; . ' "Take a flier in stocks, or a gamble in oil; "Come to lice! Cultivate optimistic ambition! "You can't change the weather change your own disposition!" SHORT FELLOW, Bath Cottages, R. F. D. No. 3, Ogden, Og-den, Utah. oo iA SONG. JA lazy moon is sailing high Into a more than lazy sky; The twinkling stars aro shining bright With a somewhat lazy light. The boat is rocked by lazy waves That tell of deep and wondrous caves, The merry sailors sail along, With a somewhat lazy song. And thus so lazily I sing And send this lazy song on wing, To lull the languid sighing deep With a somewhat lazy sleep. K. A. A. oo Haston on, speed along O freshly swollen stream With your song-ruahlng song Fulfill our springtime dream. Your chant puis winter's chill to rout Andrcoaxes timid blossoms out Your" joy, usurps tho throne of Doubt So ripple over on! Gurgle on, dance along 0 crystal mountain brook; Sing a song, rhythmic song " Of. perfumed, mossy nook. Your quiet pools are conquered snow Which mirrors violets bending low ' Your song lures warm south winds to blow . So "ripple ever on! MRS. M. SPEXCER STOXE. 1 180 Adams avenue, city. , oo SPRING. The snow is melting very fast And spring will soon be here at last, The grass will grow, the birds will sing When comes again the inerry spring. The flowers will bloom upon the hill. And the Avater will ripple in the rill. All nature will be glad and gay, When comes again the glad spring day The grass will bloom upon the hill, And the water will ripple in the rill, All nature will be glad and gay When comes Yigain the glad spring day We love the pleasant days of spring, And many joys which they do bring We'll bid good-bye to winter drear, And to the spring give cheer. James Brown, Pleasant View. -oo SPRING. Spring is comlug, Spring is coming, The flowers are-pecpfng up. The sun is brightly shining, On the golden butter cup: The clouds are swiftly drifting, Through the sky just over head. And now the sun is sifting Its rays on the violet's bed. Lizzie Marshall, Pleasant View SPRING. Tho Birds are coining to the north, Their songs for us to sing, . ! The merry sunshine calls them forth,! "Pis spring, 'tis spring, 'tlj 3pring. j The streams and fountains gaily- leap,! Their songs through valleys ring, J The little plants begin to peep, Proclaim, 'tis spring, 'tis spring. The birds, the bees, the buds, and1 flowers, J In whispering tones do sing, i And even the warm spring showers Echo, 'tis spring, 'tis spring. Then why sit back and wait for spring And doubt tho birds which sing. But feel the joy in little things And sing, 'tis spring, 'tis spring. The spring will come with birds and flowers. Tho babbling tongues of the streams set free, The birds will .sing amid the showers, Of spring, wc always greet with glee. The birds return and start their sing- ing, The flowers peep up above tho ground, And through the woods arc voices' ringing, - As happy children ronm around. i Mnry E. Cragun, Pleasant Vievr : oo THE SPRING TIME. I Hark' to the birds a singing, Up in the maplo tree. Oh! look at the trees, they are budding bud-ding On every tree you can see. II. Oh! look how (he sun is shinning Making the grass look green. Oh! look at the people a smiling Its the happiest time I have seen. Hi. Oh! look at the water dripping down From the beautiful mountains so high Oh! look at farmers' sowing pumpkin seed To make into pumpkin pies. IV. Oh! look how the horses frisk about On tne beautiful pastures so green Oh! look how the birds hop. about, Making a wonderful scene. .---- r j V, Its the Spring that che"eYs.up the sad s Making one happy all day, j And every time that Spring "comes! round , . We arevalways happv and gav. ALFRED BLUCKFOLDT, 229 2Gth Street. . . 00 SPRINGTIME. With joy the -opening buds of Spring. Burst forth both far and near. And to tho world glad tidings bring! That gone Is Winter drear. . j The Robins with their merry song Come flying from the South, To chirp and chatter all day long, And find worms for tho little one's mouth. The green grass springs up from the ground. The Snowdrop litc its head. And the Violets, blue, without a sound, Peep up from their Trundle bed. How glad and gay the whole world seems ' After its long Winter's-rest! And the birds find fulfillment of their dreams tn a cozy little nest. - rhe brooklets rush along their way ro greet the ocean wide;' ' And the sun ca3ts down its brightest ray On valley and mountain side. rhe fairy cloud boats sail the sky And cast down on the earth- below, Joy and Happiness from on high; ris God's will that it should be so: For God made the world for us, my friend, And if we live right 'twill bring Peace to our hearts and joys without end, Forever and ever Spring. By Laura Newton, 2955 Pingrcc Avenue. oo Rippling Rhymes (With Apologies to Walt Mason.) By HooJIt. Some folks say the war is ended. They aro wrong, it seems to me. With my money all expended, just what will the harvest be? Folks can say they are contended; I know doggone dog-gone well they lie. They are one and all demented, and some day I'm sure they'll die. War against this darned high living and the cost of everything, makes a man moat unforgiving and a cranky grouch, by jing. Try as hard as I am able, it i3 hard to pay my bills, and to run a decent table drives a man almost to chills. Some days I want to make big money, and then I think 0 what's the use? The prices charged to somo sound funny, but to me they're sure the deuce. Just think the price you pay for butter and the other things you eat; expostulations expostula-tions you don't utter, else they say you want to cheaL Oh, the war is far from ended. That's a fact you can't deny, and when your money's all expended, you'll decide tho same as 1. C. S. N. oo THE RETURN" OF SPRIXG I Wc invite you Gentle Spring With bird and flowers And April showers. And all other good things' that you bring. II The Spring is gay, And spends many days Watching tho flowers grow-As grow-As the gentle breezes blow. Ill W seek tho cool haunts where the violets grow, Where the little Spring flows Gsntly on lt3 way, As It goes every day. By Ileen Carver, Eden, Utah. oo SPRING. Down tho hill came rumbling A little brook, bright and gay, And on to the sea it went tumbling, Through the woodland far away, Amid the swaying branches, A little bird did sing, And all tho hills' and valleys With its sweet song did ring. Arthur Rhces, Pleasant View. VERSES. I met a fine girl In Ogden Who pointed at me a big shotgun. That nice little dear took a piece of my ear, Lnd said get a move on vouug'un. i II met a sweet girl in Frisco, You are mine, she said, think so. I said you arc dovs be my nice little love. ;She said I am married to Frisco. t I I met a dear girl in Salt Lake. Who looked into my eyes with such I hate. I She then bit my cheek, stamped upon I ' my poor feet, Just because I was ten minutes late. I met my love in Sacramento, Hor surnamo she said was Pimento, She said Tommy rot, you are n dear old top And I dearly love to torment you. A. WOOD, Railway Club, Imlay, Nev. oo SPRING. In winter the trees aro brown and bare In spring the're turning green, And in spring the rabbits aro nice and fat, But in winter the're awful lean. Tn winter it -hardly ever rains. It's always that cold, white snow. And just as you go to do your chores, That darned north wind will blow. But in spring the chores are nothing to do, And everything is warm is still; i And when we boys get the wood brought in Wo go hunting on the hill. - Oh. boys, it's a glorious feeling. In the spring, to get up at dawn, And we're sure that spring has come And winter's cold days have gone. Leonard Wilkinson, Pleasant View oo SPRING 0 the gladness of the spring morning, And the joy as lilies unfold, And the lingering perfume of rosesj And the light of the daffodils gold, But fairer are they, O wind that blows, Because they blossomed when Jesus arose. " . 0, baskets of "flowers 'wo gather The rarest of beautiful hue, -The ferns and the lilies and roses, The -violets of beautiful blue, How thankful we are for the birdies, Who scatter their songs all tne day Rejoicing with souls t,hat are singing' Their praise for this glad spring day.1 Mary Cragun, Pleasant Vicw.j nn ' CONCERNING PAIR ROSALIE I Fair Rosalie would sweetly sing And charmed her hearers when she sang. To him she loved she vowed to cling And kept her word and over clang But, ah. the joy-he swore, to bring This wretched husband never brang Sometimes for days she would nol speuk, And then, with proud disdain, she . spoke. He stayed out late and home would sneak. And when into tho house he snoke, He trembled, lest tho "door would squeak, And., quarreled with It when It p . sqUoke. And then with grief her heart would sink. And lower still, her spirits sunk. As with 'a friend' his glass he'd clink. And empty It when It had clunk. And glance up with a tipsy blink And look so silly When he blunk. Oh, why did she this husband catch? The worst one that was ever caught Why did grim fate such mischief hatch? As mischief ever has been been haught, , Oh, since good gifts away are snatched, Why are tho bad ones never snaught? G. M. ou IRONIC REALIZATION By EMILE DORO I love your sweet lips, your eyes of blue, deep, I love your golden hair, llko the sun bright. ' " I love your gentle smile, it is a sweet while.- When you talk and smile to me every night. I feel a tender joy, and forget pain and annoy When you sit cheery close to inc. This world seems a paradiso, your company a sweet promise, And from your side 1 never would like to be. ' ' . When you arc dancing In. my arms, I am delighted with charm. Of such an angel like you of tender love. 1 And while dancing our way, I remem- ber my hairs arc gray, I can sec the snow falling down into my grave. Emile Doro, Ogden, Utah, oo I'm just a common girlie With ambitions very few, Except for gum and candy And pleasures bright and new; I haven't very much sense yet Or so I have been told, But I surely hope to get sonie Before I grow to old. In algebra I'm a dummy, In geometry, .too; But I guess with constant digging They'll someday get mo through. Yes, I'm just an average sixteen With a willy, nilly head, But I'm sure it will be no better If I don't go to bed. By M. M. J. oo SPRING. Fair spring slides hither. O'er the southern sea, And fades away the snow-drops cold, But spreads tho grasses o'er tho lea And brings earth's wonders to behold. Oh, gentle spring is drawing nigh, The spear of Ice has wept Itself away The sun shines clear from out .the sky And changes darkness into day. Grace Barker, Pleasant View. PRIVATE KEEP OUT, In rldln' through tho canyon, A fow short years ago. You could camp wherever you wanlod If you took the notion to. But now that pesky sign "Private Keep Out," you see, Tacked on purt 'nigh every post, Willow, oak and maple tree. Did God want a few to enjoy it, And the rest jes' a tan' about, Ilankcrin' and sweatin' for the shade Faclu' that sign, "Keep Out"? Is that way over "Yqnder"? Do the few enjoy the shade And the rest jes' stand and wonder Why the place was ..ever made? Maud Cook oo SPRING SONG. The ground hog steeped out from his holo in the hill Direct in the sun's golden rays Ho looked at his shadow and fled in alarm Poor weather for 12 days. H. B. oo THE MOUNTAIN. With rugged slopes and cragged steeps., Here and there a violet peeps, With winding streams that babblo along, ' - The robin sings his merry song. ' Where the lofty pine trees grow, ' And the rangers' cattle low, Here the shepherd with his sheep, j Is trailing down the mountain 'sioep. And the cowslip rears Its cup, Nature's morning dew" to sup, Where first the ruddy sunlight gleams. Where linger last the parting beams. Laura Teterson. Pleasant Vlo I oo - ' ' SPRING. The birds' from tho South arerwingiug, The clouds are sailing high, The laughter of childhood ringing, - Proclaim that Spring Is nigh. The brooks from tho hills are flowing, Tho flowers are peeping out, The dreary old winter is going. And the bees are buzzing about. The buds are gently bursting, The flowers are peeping up. And the birds are softly calling J To the golden buttei-eup The brook is gayly rushln;. H From the gills, just set free, H O'er tho pebbles wildly dashing H To join the open sea. IH The laughter of the children.- .. Rings merrily In our ear, H And all this sunny brlghlcuesa, ' 7 H Seems to say that Spring Is here. '' H Ethel Mower, Pleasanr.' H oo H LOST: One warm, beautiful spring- In the year of ninety-twenty, H Trimmed with deep blue skies IH And golden sunshine plenty. H The reward for the one who finds'it, ' jD And returns It to Pleasant View,' H Shall be paid in the gold of butter 4 1 And tho silver drops of dew. Ifl Wc don't know where we lo3t it,' . V' But hurry and find it please. ,V IH Search (or it down the valleys (j H And on the open seas. - V Return It as soon as you find it, H We need it so much, you know; . H The' farmers can't reap corps ln Autumn H Without Spring to 7nake them grow. We are tired of tho stormy weather, We are sick of the mud and slush,. IH .Wo aro tired of hail and blizzards, , ' .1 So bring- Spring back with a rush! . I Dorothy Cragun. Pleasant View. t uo THE VIOLET.' Don In a mossy grassy bed '' A little violet grow. r';. - . it peeped from Its bed from morn uiV-til uiV-til night, " . .Vith nothing, nothing to' do.' '''" ' ' - 'Why can't I work," the violet said,' ' "And do my bit each day. ' ' ' : Po brighten .oine mother, witK'ira'gt ranee sweet,' ' "m. And cheer some child at play?" "' ''' .' Next day amid the rolling hills, ' jt(i!'j I.'hI e:t' ioam; -" " I An" I r.i-' i.roii Ins niossv spot, f , I The little violet's' home. 'I He picked the flower from its Home',- H While hfs face with pleasure lit. H At last the violet's wijn'camc true,1"7 9 i'or she had dono ner bit. 1 M LEONARD WILKINSON. I , Pleasant View. j, H |