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A SOLITARY EVENING The clock on the mantel said exactly eighteen and one-half minutes after eleven. From outside came the sounds of leaves being hurled about, which did not particularly serve to brighten the atmosphere. Now, Peggy wasn ' t especially afraid to be alone; in fact, she was often by herself. But tonight, with the clock mournfully ticking and every little sound magnified, what was Peggy to do? Had it been Friday, or even Sunday, the family would have been up. This evening, however, they had all been tired after the week-end gayeties and had gone to their bedrooms. And so, I repeat, Peggy was decidedly alone. She sat in the corner of the davenport, her eyes fixed on a book in her hand, while the clock counted off the minutes. A something, unknown to Pegg ' , swept by the window. The light went out, leaving the room in utter darkness, save for the dying fire. She didn ' t start; in fact, she acted as though she had heard nothing. The clock struck twelve; muffled steps came into the room and held a flashlight in such a position as to see the " lay of the land. " Would she let him rob the house and hurt her? Why did she not stir? Who was she to sit like a statue? So she was — nearly that, for Peggy, my readers, is only a French doll. — Frances Merrill, H9. HILL VIEW Hill view, Nebraska, is a typical country town. The inhabitants are as sleepy as they were fifty years ago, and just as sociable. It possesses most of the modern things New York does, only on a smaller scale: a lawyer, one-seat barber shop, doctor, and even a dance-hall, or " cabaret, " as the owners call it, are part of Hillview. There is the little Palace Theatre, which is open every Saturda} night, when it presents the latest " super-picture " to a receptive audience composed of the town people and farmers, who drive in every week-end to market their wares. The theatre houses fully a hundred people and gives them music from an old piano. There ' s a drug store in town, too, which has a soda fountain, castor oil, headache powders, and a rack of hair-raising monthly magazines which are sold quickly to the younger generation. Two general stores, whose rivalry is a tradition, grace Hillview. They will peddle ouija boards, loUypops, or brooms for nine cents apiece to undersell each other. One even gave a pipe to the Widow McCarthy once to gain her trade forever. One man in town owns a radio, and is very popular on the date of the big fight, a Sousa concert, or the Army-Navy football game. He, being thrifty, conceived the idea of giving a " radio party, " and demanded gifts on each of the aforementioned occasions. He once earned the enmity of all present when the battery went dead! Of course there are several celebrities in the town: Joe Powell, whose son is in a circus; Bill Speaker, who once was robbed of fifty dollars; Jim Walder, whose aunt may leave him a million; and Sam Hawkins, the crazy inventor, who thinks he can fly. The tovim history, also, is full of startling incidents, such as the time the top of Sarah Peck ' s chicken house was blown away in a hurricane; the bank robbery which the " oldest inhabitant " still talks about; and the time little Flora Wilkes was thought kidnapped, but later was found asleep under the bed. A modem Sleepy Hollow is Hillview, with its inhabitants, like all people, in ' an eternal race to keep abreast of the times. — Keith Monroe, H7.
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OUR OLD RED FORD Poor Romeo is ten years old, But he is worth his weight in gold. They say the gas tank leaks and yet, Whenever we want to go we get In our old red Ford. The sun was shining bright one day, My friends and I were feeling gay Enough to take a bouncing trip. Yes, even if the gears did strip In our old red Ford. We now were started on our way, The car was running smooth that day. We passed the Cadillacs and Stars, And every single form of cars, In our old red Ford. A sign which stood beside the road Did show in automobile code A boulevard stop in letters red, My friends and I went right ahead In our old red Ford. And still another one we saw To make us keep within the law. " Detour " it said in letters black, But we were over without a slack, In our old red Ford. And here ' s another of those things. But Romeo was made with wings. So fifteen miles on curves is slow For this gay crowd to try to go In our old red Ford. There was one thing that made us stop. Perhaps you know of him — the cop. For ever since this c ar first ran, We ditch the cop whene ' er we can. In our old red Ford. So if you see us going along. You ' re sure to hear a happy song. And Romeo will be our friend, As we travel on to the very end. In our old red Ford. — Betty King, L8.
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MY FAVORITE AUNT Of all my aunts and uncles The one I like the most Is Aunt Mirandy Cockancall, Who always acts as host. She tells me when it ' s study time, And time to do my math, She tells me when it ' s five o ' clock, And time to take my bath. She tells me when it ' s time to eat, Or time to come to tea; At any rate it seems as though She ' s always calling me. Aunt Mirandy ' s always there Awaiting in the hall. For she ' s our big brown cuckoo clock That hangs upon the wall. — Marjory Campbell, H9. ROBIN HOOD FINDS A FOREST RANGER I One day when Robin Hood went out. He came upon a stranger. He said to him, to him said he, " Are you a forest ranger? " II He proved to be a ranger bold. And though he answered not, ' Twas by a mark bold Robin saw That he was of the lot. Ill It came to pass on that bright day That Robin said to him, " Will you be in my band, good sir, Of fellows gay and slim? " IV The ranger did not answer then, But in a little while He said he ' d like to join the band. And serve it in good style. V Then Robin said they ' d start for home; The stranger did agree. And so they went upon their way Toward Robin ' s try sting tree. VI They walked and walked for miles and miles Until they came upon A house so big, made out of logs. His band could seize upon. VII The band was merry as could be. And had a lively feast, For all the men were hungry After hunting for a beast. — Martha Brock, H7.
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