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24 THE TARGET THE FLOWER OF LOVE. Once in a every beautiful valley, surrounded by his court and with everything to make him happy, there dwelt a selfish king who was un- happy because he knew not how to love. One day there came a fleet mes- senger who declared that some- where in the world there bloomed the flower of love that brought lovt and happiness to whoever found it. The king searched far and wide for the flower but with no success, and returned to his kingdom broken- hearted. Years went by and the once young monarch was an old man, but still he thought of the flower of love for which he was too old to search. As his last days drew near he sat often in his garden. One day a frightened dove chased by a hungry hawk dropped fluttering at his feet. He gently stroked the wounded bird. At last he was, instead of the quivering bird, a snow-white flower. With a glad cry he clasped it to his bosom and sank to rest happy, for he had found the flower of love. VALENTINE McGILLYCUDDY. A TRUE STORY. Mr. and Mrs. Jackson lived in Texas. On account of the great heat many people in the south spend their summers away. This man and his wife with their six- months-old baby decided to come to California. They brought the baby ' s " old black mammy " Lizzie. Lizzie was slow but honest and faithful. At the hotel where they were staying babies were not allowed in the dining room, so Mr. and Mrs. Jackson would have their dinner, leaving the baby with Lizzie and then Lizzie had hers when they had finished. Friday night as usual Mr. and Mrs. Jackson went for their dinner. The night before Lizzie had been up a good ' deal with the baby, so she was tired. While waiting for her dinner, she fell asleep. The baby was restless, also, that night, rolling and tossing about. Mr. Jackson and his wife were late in getting back from dinner and found Lizzie sound asleep. Mrs. Jackson woke Lizzie and went to look at the baby. The baby was gone. Mrs. Jackson was frantic. She tore the bed to pieces looking for the baby, but, she was gone. She was angry at Lizzy because she had been careless. Of course they thought that the baby had been stolen because you know every mother thinks every- body wants her baby. Mr. Jackson started down to telephone to the police. When he opened the door, he noticed that it didn ' t go back. He looked behind it and there the baby was sound asleep. ' She had rolled off the bed and behind the door. ELENOR THOMPSON. Miss Ellerhorst: " The lily of France is called Fleurdelis, " the rose signifies England, the thistle Scotland, and the shamrock, Ireland. If " Over in France There ' s a Lily " had been written before we entered the war, what would have been the flower of the United States? " Truman Lawson: " Yankee Doodle. " Don ' t forget that a potato hill Will help to down old Kaiser Bill.
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THE TARGET 23 An Exempted Man ' s Reward " Rejected. Tuberculosis, " said the examining physician. The waiting room was filled with recruits and every minute counted. Nevertheless the look of bitter dis- appointment in Harry Wellman ' s eyes aroused a feeling of sympathy and he added, " I am sorry, my boy, that one who is so eager to go to the front has to be disappointed. " Harry ' s eyes snapped and his voice said huskily, " Do you mean I am not to go? " " Yes, " said the physician. As Harry passed out of the office, a flash of bright color at the City Hall caught his eye. Pausing to look he read, " Food will win the war. " Harry ' s father owned large wheat fields in Montana, but Harry had never wished to spend much time there. But as he passed out of the office and saw the poster he thought, " Why not raise wheat for the gov- ernment since I can ' t go myself to war? " " I am leaving for the farm, father, " announced Harry when he reached home. Harry left as soon as he was able, as the sight of the boys in khaki and blue made him downcast. Not long after he reached the farm, he noticed a young man hang- ing over the fence and looking around. As the man looked suspic- ious, Harry walked over and asked him what he wished. " Work, " said the man looking Harry up and down. As Harry was short of hands, he said, " Very well, report at 5:30 in the morning, and we will see about some. " Next morning the young man ap- peared and Harry gave him work. He sent him out to a large granary on the edge of the farm to sack grain. Looking around to see if anyone was watching him, he struck a match to set the place on fire. But more quickly still a revolver was pointed at his head. " I though you looked suspicious so I decided to follow you and see what kind of work you really would do, you sneak! You are another one of these men the government is itching to get a hold of, " said Harry. " Follow me to the house. " With a sneer on his face he turned and followed. Then Harry tied him to a tree till help came. Soon he was taken to prison and was found to be guilty of burning wheat fields in the south. He was sent there, tried, and shot as a spy. i£ % % % % % ifr i£ % % % Men of the third draft were be- ing examined. Harry Wellman again stood in line. After two years on the farm, he was now a strong sun- burnt man. " Accepted, " announced the physi- cian. Harry hurried home to tell his people the news, and to make pre- parations to leave for camp. MARY MANSELL. Fight the Kaiser, Fight him hard; Plant a war garden in your yard. Let Parsnip the Kaiser, Let Artichoke the Hun, Lettuce all turn up the soil Until the war is won.
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THE TARGET How I Killed a Bear 25 This particular day was specially fine and warm and my friends kind- ly gave me a six-quart pail and ask- ed me to go and get wild black- berries. I started out with the pail, and, to make it more romantic I took my friend ' s big ten-balls-to-a-pound rifle. As I neared the pasture where the berries grew, I left the rifle and fell to work. As I worked I was making up a story of a kind bea ( taking a little girl and raising her on bear ' s milk and honey. As the girl grew older she escaped to her father in the valley, whom she identi- fied. She led her father to the bear ' s den, where the father shot the bear. When I suddenly looked up and saw a real bear a little ways for me, I was surprised, and so was the bear. Then the bear started ambling to- wards me. I set the pail down and slowly retreated. The bear, not used to eating berries out of a pail, tipped the pail over, and began eating the berries. I put my head down and ran. I reached the rifle none to soon, however, for the bear was coming on. I debated where was the best place to hit him. And the bear was coming on. I though of my past life, which seemed very wicked just then. Then I thought what a ridiculous head- stone this would make, " Here lies eaten by a bear, 19 — . " And the bear was coming on! Then I raised my rifle and fired at his chest. I turned and ran. While I was running I thought I had bet- ter load the gun. As I did so I glanced back and saw the bear lying on the ground. He was resting peacefully in death. That he remain so I put a bullet through his brain. Then I went home. " Where are your blackberries? " someone asked. " A bear ate them, " I said. Cries of " Gammon! " are heard. " Go up in the woods and see for yourself, " I cried. When they saw the bear, they were envious. My sportsman friend needlessly remarked that a cow ' s horn might have made the hole in the bear ' s chest. WILLARD SERVICE. A MORNING IN SPRING. Faint streaks of light showed in the east and the world was clothed in grey hues. Suddenly the sun ap- peared from behind the wooded hills and bathed the surrounding country in light. The twitter of birds was heard in the trees and the whole country seemed to waken. The mea- dows were abundantly covered with green grass and the trees were masses of white blossoms. Through the orchard ran a brook reflecting the sun ' s brilliant rays, and the meadows and hillsides were dotted with wild flowers of many colors. Soon the songs of birds were heard and people began to walk along the meadow paths to market. Every thing on earth seemed to be awake, it was spring. ISABELLE HUPP. Grow potatoes in your yard Help the soldier now on guard.
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