Show ONE DAY IN AUTUMN by ANNE CAMPBELL T CAN remember my old granddad Grand daa 1 sitting beside me on the wagon flicking flies from the roan team his pipe filled with tobacco surveying the shorn fields with wise old eyes and as I 1 looked at him T r heard the creaking of the off wagon wheels and knew right well what he would soy say lie ile much for talking and he sat bat silent now tor for quite a spell but when he spoke though I 1 was very little I 1 knew just what he meant id heard loud speaking and bragging folks and laughed ahei grandpa muttered the weakest wagon wheel does the most squeaking copyright service waiting for word front from Houd IIII 0 jot 4 INE YEARS ugo ago harry flo udini master magI clau died before lie he passed daway NINE away lie he moile made a compact alth ich his that he be would seek to communicate ith her bor from the beyond giving her certain code signals whereby she be might know when lie spoke in her rustic limrel canyon home near hollywood ballf mrs birs beatrice waits fur for that message she has waited dino lears ut tit a shrine in which stands a fib ot of the magician |