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Show "I sat there in the shadows of the log cabin listening to an old man's mutterings about a world that was gone. Iwas amazed by his paradoxical day-dreams, wondering whether there was any actuality in his words. Phrases here and there were caught in a large web, forming a weird tale. A glow from the dimply-lit lamp played with his sil,ver-white hair, and his eyes were bright and large as he talked about one thing, then another Dip your pen in blue and write that editorial, that humerous story, and that bit of poetry. Then obtain the information necessary to publish pub-lish your story in the South Scribblers' Magazine from Miss Gagian, sponsor of the club. |