Dupont Manual Training High School - Crimson Yearbook (Louisville, KY)

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THE CRIMSON ALFRED VICTOR DUPONT York Studio. Our school owes its existence to the generosity and foresight of Mr. duPont. Thirty

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T H E C R I M S O N POOR LITTLE PIGGIE By Duncan King The farmer was hurrying through the pens feeding his hogs and the toe of his big boot accidentally kicked the little pig as it lay sleeping in the corner of the pen. It's a hard world, thought the little pig as it emitted a squeal of anguish. tilt seems that little pigs like me are born to be kicked around. The little pig was quite discontented, as this was not the first time that he had been rudely disturbed from a peaceful slumber. In due time the little pig grew larger and the old farmer often came into the pen and poked him in the ribs to see how fat he was getting and then pushed him aside with his big boot. The little pig's voice was now stronger and the squeal he broadcast could be heard for a half a mile and the grunts that followed rumbled like distant thunder. One day the farmer found a loose board in the pen fence. He discovered that t'he pig had pushed his way through the fence and trotted out into the farm yard. The farmer's bull dog knew 'fpiggiew should be back in his pen and he took it upon himself to put him there- The poor pig headed for an open gate in the fence and was out in the pasture with the bulldog right on its heels. T'he chase was long and t'he air was rent with the terrified squeals of the poor crea- ture. Finally the bulldog succeeded in rounding up the pig and heading him back for the pen. The pig was Cluite strong and husky now and his squeals were loud and ear splitting as he scrambled through the hole in the pen fence and dropped exhausted to the ground. Surely, he grunted to himself, a pig was born to be kicked around. Some time later the farmer came again and poked him in the ribs and prodded him with the toe of his big boot- It was hog kill- ing time and Piggie was now good and fat. The farmer took the animal to the butcher to be killed. It was not pleasant to hear or see the pig's extermination. The animal let everybody within a five- mile radius of the slaughter house know his life had come to an end. Perhaps you will say that poor Piggie7sl' troubles were over and that he would be kicked around no more. However, it so hap- Thirty-two 1'-'T QE.. 4 -.