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. FRIDAY, JULY· 25, 1975

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Do you remember the poems written by some of the residents of town? Each.graduating class had it'$ poet! Some wrote poetry in later years-poemsthat .were cute, poems that were glad, poems that were naughty and poems that were·sad... .. '. . '.

Here are a few Gems I found in.my Treasure Chest:

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April 4, 1927 April 4, 1950~ h:::: Precious little fellow, We stood today, where the soft wind blew ::

:.i.~.. :II.~. E;~~~~I;~~~~§:::~'~~~~%gE:~;::hO~hb.•1.:.,1:.:.1:And mouth like a perfect flower. No favorite dish to make.

::: It seems to me; that all my life, Just an empty place, ::::~:r· I lived for just this hour. And a dull heartache, . ~:~.:.; You wiggle and squirm That's been there since you wentaY;lay. ':J.:.:.=.:, Sothe,lilies white, we put on thafmound" .....:••:••:.

And my heart takes a turn,:::: Just to know that you're alive. And our tears dropped on the sod. . ::::~:~: Sothank you God, for this,gift from above, . As we breathed a prayer, for your~happy rest . :~:1.:.: It's your first birthday with God. :.:.:.:. My wonderful living child. CAROLYN ROSSER· .:.:

,.A Man's Hot

It may be a one-room cabin, or a spaciotJsten-room flat, .Within its walls you'll never find a place for a gentleman's hat.Oh! There mustbe room for whatnots, and pictures, and lamps, and a vase;But never a nook or corner, where a hat you could safely place.If you set it on the piano, think It safe and off your mind,When you come back and miss it, don't worry, It lust slipped behind.·If in the hi~hboy or bureau drawer it doesn't chance to fit,It really doesn't matter If they crush it down ablt.They manufacture boxes, every shape, and style, and size.To hold the women's head dress, though they tower to the skies.You'll findon every hat shelf, hats with feathers, and ribbons, and pins,But try to squeezeIn a man's lonely lid and that's when the fun begins!Sometime you leave It in the car and feel the danger past,That's just the tin(e the car Is fllted when you come back at last.And someone's sure to grin and say, "I'm sorry about your hat,"I sat right down upon It before Iknew where Iwas at."If you hang it on the door top, some one's sure to close the door ;If you place it on the table, You're disgraced forevermore.In the good old days each hallwayHad its pair of horns, if you please.Where a man could hang his topcoat and~ls hat could hang at ease,

. It's strange a nail cannot be bent, be it great or be Itsmall, I

In a way that appeals to the women, andKeeps a man's hat on the wall!

, MRS. CHARLES ENGLISH

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BlockieNow Blackie was a white cat, He leaped and pounced upon It,The pet of Auntie Grace, And held It-oh-tlght, tight!A lordly king who softly tread Then playfully With eyes closed.And wandered every place. He pulled with all his might.

He walked among the roses The Chinese ,gong we!:'t swinging,He sunned himself for hours, 'A solemn, brazel"l tune,Blinking, stretching, yawning, And Blacklefrightel'led, frightenedAnd rolling on the flowers. Went scampering, very soon.

He never was forbidden He fled from bowl of. fishes,To roam the whole house o'er, Protected by that bell ." .Except he could not push through Which kept on ringing, sounding,On closed and heavy door. As If the world to tell.

But one day- he was lucky- That pretty, pampered Blackle,The door was opened wide, On fishes would have dined,And Blackietiptoed gently, The .flshes,llttl~ pets, teoTo see what was inside. And Auntie Grace so kind.

A stuffy room of curtains He ran to end of garden,Of chairs and bric a brec, Where hollyhocks were tatl;Of cushions, jars and whatnots, An alley-cat was seatedThe cat did not hold back. Upon the old stone wall.

But patted softly, Iightly,"Your lordship seems quIte scary!"With eyes of greedy green, The alley-cat loud said.Towards a bowl of swimming gold fish "Did someone hit you, strike youWith scalesofglist'nlng sheen. With a brick upon the head?"

The cat slowly curled his whiskers, "Oh,: no," saidBlackle proudly,He gazed at real gold fish Recovering his poise,

'.' While mind and tummy reviled "I napped and was disturbed by ."::: In this delicious dish. A little bit of noise." ::.. ,-x ~.'. He raised on paw of velvet, That night he ate his sardines, "

To dip in water clear, . Hlsselmon for hiS diSh;When something tickled, tickled, "1 don't like gold tr$h really,His lordly, whitish ear . I much prefeHhls fish;'! .

He turned in Indignation He said to Auntie Grace, ::And saw a cord of blue, And purred to show his joy, :,~.:

" Just swinging, tempting-temptlng- She stroke and patted, called him,

He did what kittens do. . "A 900d~~::Lc:~:~~'GARRETT. .:.::.:~:

Aug.6,1932

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