Allen County Childrens Home - ACCH Highlights (Lima, OH)

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I ' -:'Kf'?"""'+n" '3' cv, -J' T" - f SL if-?:.4ffs-ssff:xf'f3 ' A SQ-ixibq' 'sea ,. fs:..f: 2 AX ff- ffgwao.,-:f.,"'-fe N---.GIuRs,,,.-,Q-A Q ...A- M 1531 zo, ,Q 9 Ki his if it 'fYf: ff" . ,ESI-e,eh.w....i-f::'ff f 5 331:-'35 -efglsez il, -1 1'i?iir'z,:?'ff,Z,a.ff:'gQg-Q '.',.. V----.5 ,wg-P' --"' ,,,.v1""""' THQ LINE D POEMS. In conversation if you mumble, What you say becomes a jumble. They say that even if you practice, You never learn to sit on a cactus. Don't think that your'e a saint, Because you don't say hain't. There's a cowboy riding over the plain But he will soon come back again. 5. Little robin red breast sits in a tree. Cheep,cheep,cheep,cheep he says to me. infix: A.4+++sav , Q MARY QE MINE. Day dawns over m way, Your smile sheds a bright ray, To rouse me and restore me. Breeding clouds may hang o'er me, Still your bright lght goes before me, O Mary of mine. L. 2. 5. 4. Night comes bringing anew Memories,Many,of you And though the dark enfold me, Every truth you have told me,. Will help me and uphold me, O Mary of mine. Bob Ryan,8A. ii44i4ii+i4i44HHHHHhHHHHHHHHHHHbk5ki L12 LAND Q3 . A sad little girl was sitting alone, Her fond ones forsaken hor and true friends had gone, But very deep in her thoughts was she, Thinking of things true and lovely. With her thoughts so deeply she seemed to stray In her dreams to a land which is dar away, Where in that land all is free, Where life knows no death on land or sea. The streets are paved in glittering gold Where the shepherds stand waiting for young and old. But now this dear girl has gone far a way some day. And we may go too and meet her We will se- the shepherds there by the gate And bid us come in,there is no Now if you are good you m'y go need to wait to see The land where that girl has longed to be, Where in that land all is free And life knows no death on land or sea. Ccontinued next colum l Drawn by--Wilma Deltz. The streets are all paved in gold, W ere the shepherds stand waiting for - young and old. Corrine Lutz,8A. xaxaieeia444aseeassaa++++es+++4++e+i POEMS . ' At eight oclock I have to go to bed. I jump right in and cover up,my head. M slippers are waiting for,me to wear, They are a nice warm pair. 4a4newness4s44++e4+u++i+www+we4+a++ I hear an airplane way up in the sky. It is up above the cloud, And even though it is up so high, The noise is very loud. nanseweeseaeeeeeeeeaa44ea++a+44++s The flag of our country, With its red,white,and blue Was made by Betsy Ross For her nation brave and new. nsseaesaame+++++4aes+e+4sa+snx+ee+4 QQQLQ-STARS When you're in bed and look into the sky, Have you ever wondered,ever wondered why God made stars so beautiful,so beautiful to see? Well, one night I was looking,and it occured to me, God put them there on purpcse,away up there to see. Don't you think We would'nt look away up there at night Unless they were so beautiful,and their light so bright. Corrine Lutz,8A. wwwweeeeeeaee eeeeeeeaaammaeaswse Poemg Oh! Love ees grand And so I Stand "f'f:4f By your lattice and Ask,please, take my hand Delma Justice. Of course I will Upon this hill, You cast a dollar bill, . And we'll live in a mill. Corrine Lutz. Corrine Lutz 1

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fcontinued from lest page? hour to come so they might learn what soldiers might want. That evening the tract for the marriage of Gabriel and sngeline Wes to be signed. The following morning the men vent the church where they were held prison for four days. There they learned t. and their belongings were to be tux . the homes and trrnsported. They er., the con '1 nv- to 'TNS ,.. nf K , Q22 SNOWSTORM A1vj beck in the woods there Sat a little shack. In the shack there lived f woman and her little baby boy. One day the woman and the boy started out across the wood. The snow was deep and the wind was coming toward them. It seemed to be getting colder and colder and the little dey began to cry. His mother picked him up and carried him. Soon they were across mixed up. Basil end Benedict were tr41i on one boat. Benedict died and was buried on the saashore. Evangeline went on another boat. For many long years Evangeline seerched for Gabriel. She sent to the Louisienes,to the prdiries,to the western mountnins,to the Michigan forests,and finally to P il- ndelphia. Here she finally gave up hope and devoted the nursing. A pestilence gave assistance one morning she she lived the remainder of her life and finally was buried by the side of her lover in the Churchyard. James Mnrshall,7A. 44iieeeeeeeesseseseeeseeseeeeeeeeess GOOD ENGLISH It is possible,but not probable,thnt every child and adult use good English. reaminder of her life to came end many died. She in the alms house. Here found Gabriel dying. Here Usually poor English is the result of being too lazy to get down tc the point of using what we know to be right. I think that any child at the age tj' ten or twelve shouldget e book of g l English ind read it,end use it to the Jost of his ability. Mary Bice. 7A. 441-fc-i'c-J-A-,Eh L-If-l?'X-.'rZ'c HHQ1 2-f.2"fe-A-X-'A-ii-i HHS GOOD ENGLISH English is inpprtnnt.Every child or adult should use it whether you feel like it or not. You vill never get anyplace at any time without good english. You may win a position easily. Good English is eisy to speak and easy to write. It is n pleisure to to the listener to hefr you use good Eng- lish fnd you will be much better known if you use Dorothy LeMons,8A. 12-2-24:-, '-1?'.r' 'Pd -A-En!-ici 4,--X-.HG-,f-,G-,. :X-4.-:HL-'k-X-5 i-,iw IH THE HZART OF 5 SETD In the heert of n sced,buried deep 6,50 . d 'J C p , A defr little plant lies fast asleep. Wake sein the sunshine fnd creep to the light. Wake sfid the voice of the riindrop bright. Se the little pl-nt hard and rose to see what the bcfutiful but sad world might be. Amy Fett,8A. the Wood as it began to grow dark they arrived at the house. They stayed about an hour and decided it was time that they must return home. They were well along when a great gust of wind struck them and snowfolkes began to fall thick and fast. Sleet ond ice came down and hit them in the face. The storm kept getting worse and the snow rapidly getting deeper. The wind blew them first this way and then that. F nelly ehhausted the woman fell and began to cry for help. There was no one to hear them and soon there was no sou d. It was never known what happened to them. Helen Marie Ferrier.7A. kbWbPH1wE"' .Al-'fc-if-'A-aE'i' A EHS-Pk-X-ifrk A-ax' 'HF-Z-A-63 gms M. A certain Psha,dend these thousand years Once from his harem fled in sudden tears And had this sentence on the city's gate Deeply engrnven,Only God is great. So these four words above the city's nois Hung like the accents of an angel's voice And evermore, from the barbncdn, Seluted each returning caravan. Lost in that city's glory,every gust Lifts with dead lenves,the unknown Psha's dust And ell is ruin--save one wrinkled gate Yhereon is written,Only God is Greet. Thomas Byrley Aldrich. Handed in by--Bob Ryan,7A. -X-'fi-ls-5di"" ' J-1241-BHS H61-7'e-Ya-5H'Hi-R-9.1-IH HE-X-Yr-XL-PE-LP':-3'nYv-'k-Z2 PEACH BLOSSOM AFTER RAIN Peach blossom after rain is deeper red The willow fresher green twittering overhead, And fallen petals lie wind blown Unswept upon the country stone. Richard Filloff,7A iiii+kR'H?H?3 HhVd4H-HUk7di Egg HOGS. Chew,chew,chew,chew Gently through your The more you will lhugh The less you will laugh feel 1 your food, meal, The better you will Richard Filloff,7A. .5-5-y,-5-l-39 ' ' Y