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Show school nous ROOSEVELT ELEMENTARY Mrs. Mitchell's second grade composed this poem: The Autumn is over, The snow has. begun. Now is the best time 1 For children to have fun. They'll make a snowman, And have fun on the hill; And skate on the pond, Oh my, what a thrill! Our sixth grade has been studying study-ing about insects that spread diseases di-seases in connection with our health work. We have studied about lice, bedbugs, ticks, cockroaches, cock-roaches, fleas, mosquitos and flies. Flies are one of the worst kinds of insects to spread disease. They spread almost every kind of disease. di-sease. Flies spread typhoid fever and a whole lot of other diseases. Committees gave . reports on these insects. Each committee made posters and drew pictures of the insects and looked in the encyclopedia for information. Two girls wrote Thanksgiving stories in our language class today. to-day. There were many fine stories written about other subjects, too. BILLY AND THE OWL i It was the day before Thanksgiving Thanks-giving and Billy Brown was going into the woods to shoot a turkey for Thanksgiving dinner. ' It was 8 o'clock and Billy was getting ready to go. His little brother, Tom, wanted to go with Billy. "No," said Mother. "You cannot can-not go. Billy might not be home until after dark. And," she added, "vou are too little." Billy took the lunch that his mother had fixed and started off. He walked about two miles before he saw a turkey. He shot it in two shots, but he decided to walk a little farther. After a while he grew tired and sat down. In a few minutes he was fast asleep. When he awoke, the sun was going down. It grew dark fast, so he started for home, and he was afraid. He stumbled over a rock and just then an owl hooted Billy just about jumped out of his skin. "Whoo?" said the owl again. "Billy," answered Billy. "Whoo?" said the owl. "Billy," said Billy again. . "Who?" called the owl. "Billy Brown" screamed Billy as he began to run. When he reached home, his mother and father were waiting for him. That was the last time he went hunting alone. by Velma Potter |