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young person he could be. He immediately tried diving in the duck pond and so caused a commotion there. Almost before the ducks were out of the water, he was right after them, undoubtedly aiming to show off his ability as a duck hunter. On the hired man ' s advice, we decided to tame " Butter " (or any other aforementioned name) by making him go hungry. But before we knew it, our screen door had been butted in and nine-tenths of our larder was gone. What had not been eaten had been badly molested and even the canned goods were widely scattered about the kitchen and pantry. Mother decided that we would have the whole house redecorated because our Uncle Joshua, a missionary to China, was coming to pay us a visit. After we finished the painstaking job of painting, we went down to the village for the mail. During our absence an inquisitive black nose surrounded by half grown white whiskers, was thrust under the pantry screen. You can guess what followed that nose through the window. Well, when we returned, our sorrow and wrat h were great; but Uncle Joshua was destined to come to a country home freshly scrubbed even if not adorned with fresh paint. We took our Saturday night baths on Wednesday and went to bed in a flurry because Uncle Joshua was due on Thursday morning. He was joyously received by the whole farm yard whose curiosity was great since they hadn ' t seen a missionary in all their lives. The chickens sat on the gate post and the pigs peered shyly around the corner of the house. In order to show his enthusiasm, " Butter " decided to welcome him in his own quaint way. When Uncle Josh did arrive and had set his bags down, " Butter " thtrough friendly curiosity, silently and dexterously chewed the handles off. He then investigated the contents. " But what funny tasting thing is this? " thought " Mr. Butter " when he came across the shaving brush. " And what is this stuff in a tube? " " Butter " almost said aloud, for you see he was a most unusual goat, and when excited, was likely to act almost human. Sorry as I am to say it, his undue curiosity prompted by Uncle Joshua ' s arrival, was the undoing of " Butter " . One thing that his digestive tract could not stand, was the " sticky brown stuff in the tube, " which was insect paste. (Uncle Josh had brought it with him for an analysis by a chemist. ) And so ended the trials and tribulations of " Butter " . He was buried among the blooming buttercups. Dorothy Ayer, High Nine. THE HEAD BANKERS OF GARFIELD There are two Low Nine boys in charge of the banking. They are Marsden Manson and Eugene Mayer. Their duty is to help the banker from the American Trust Bank. You have probably seen these boys when they are delivering the bank envelopes to your room. Vyelaine Cunningham, Low Nine,
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" You mean it was the kids who were here? " asked the astonished officer when he saw the basket. " It was, " rephed the old man, his eyes dancing merrily. " How do you account for the moan? " asked Mike scratching his head. " The children probably saw you and tried to frighten you with their moaning, " answered the old man wisely. " Well-er-a you won ' t mention this to anyone — not that it matters or anything, but you won ' t tell — will you? " pleaded the embarrassed officer. " Well I ' ll think about it, " said Johann going out the door, his eyes twinkling merrily, " and a Merry Christmas to you. " " Merry Christmas, " stammered Mikke, twitching his fingers nerv- ously. Ruth Worthington, HigJo Nine. THE KID The kind of kid I am speaking about, is the species that is a general nuisance. Although both kinds are equally bad in that respect. This particular one came into this world of triatls and tribulations for baby goats, on April i, 1881; on a farm in the blue grass state of Kentucky. He was a surprise to all, but even poor Mamma Goat, who had that gentle reproachful look in her gray-blue eyes, did not know how much of a surprise he was going to turn out to be. From the moment he stood up on his thin wobbly legs and yawned right into our unsuspecting faces till the day of his most timely death, he was destined to be an unfailing source of employment for all of us. That morning after we had trooped in to breakfast and had discussed his arrival, we began to think about what we would name him. Mother said we had better wait awhile before decid- ing, but Bess said she wanted to name him " Precious. " This started an argument, for Bob wanted him to be called " Buffalo Bill " . My personal name for him was " Butter, " but the hired man showed more foresight when he said, " Wal, I reckon I ' ll jist call him ' Nuisance ' . " The first important episode I wish to call your attention to, was on the night of December 24, just after a heavy downpour of chiUing rain. This sweet little goat (call him what you will) emitted such a terrified bawl that the whole household turned out in full force. We emerged to find our water barrel half filled with a frightened, upside-down baby goat. We dragged him safely back to his mother and went wearily, and with that usual sinking feeling in our hearts, up the back stairs (in order to save the carpet on the front ones) . This was not the first time we had been startled to wakefulness by that same raucous voice. In the morning we found a bedraggled but greatly subdued young goat sleeping demurely by his mother ' s side, as if he were sorry but could not help it if he did see a vision of a mocking goat looking at him out of the rain barrel. This attitude did not last, hov ever, for as this young goat gentleman began to grow up, he wanted to show his mother what an enterprising
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SHIPS IN THE HARBOUR All sorts of queer craft entered the harbour. Sometimes there were the large, majestic battleships or airplane carriers. There were always sailboats of different kinds, and usually one or two yachts. Three times tugboats came in pulling salvaged wrecks, and there were always two or three house boats. Once there was a fifteen foot sloop that had been sailed all the way from Norway by an old sea captain, accompanied only by a dog. Every so often a coast-guard cutter would pull in, sometimes with prisoners who had been caught rum-running or smuggling. Every morning a boat came in with large fish that had been caught in nets laid out the day before. There were also barges loaded with freight of some kind being pulled by the small powerful tugboats. Then there were the tramp steamers laden with fruit or lumber from some foreign country. And last but certainly not least were the large, magnificent liners steaming in from distant ports. Victor Waithman, High Nine. THE HEART OF A HURRICANE Jane Dale stepped lightly from the train and boarded the ambulance which was one of many waiting at the airport. She smoothed her starched uniform and adjusted her head-band with the red cross boldly standing out upon the center of it, then, having settled, she glanced about at the horrible wreck which had been caused by the severe hurricane in Mexico. The trees were stripped of their bark and branches and many of them were lying across the ground, their great roots smashed and splintered. Some of the houses were broken in, some were toppled over upon their side and still others were so battered that the remaining pieces of wood were but splinters. At a step one ' s foot squashed far down into the mud as if one were walking on a great swamp. In the midst of this ruin the ambulance stopped and supplies were carried out for a First Aid station. Jane felt the damp mist which filled the air creep up her arms, and she shivered at the loneliness of the place. The First Aid tents were up and the cots were fast filling with the seriously injured. Many were propped up in chairs and the scene was a ghastly one. Jane was set to work in the tent in which the less seriously injured were taken. She was soon tired for she had never worked under such handicaps as this place afforded, together with the cold, but she simply had to go on. Such work hardened Jane ' s nerve and courage, but her heart softened as a weary faced mother with a baby upon one arm and a little girl hanging, feebly, to her tattered skirt came plodding up to her and muttered, " Help! For God ' s sake! " Then Jane was relieved by another nurse, as the work was done in relays. While resting, a fearful thought had passed through her mind. Kenneth had telephoned her eight months ago saying that he hadn ' t much time for explaining, but that he was going to accompany Professor Lewis
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