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"Yes, but when will you be back?" asked Frederick, who was al-
ready munching on cookies.
"Tomorrow,of course," she answered. "But this is queer. Why
should you miss me. You've had a lovely substitute teacher."
"Yes, lovely, but l didn't like her," said Carla bluntly.
"No, I like you a thousand times better, and we can't stay without
you, not even for one day."
"I am so glad l am a success with children," said Miss Rogers, smil-
ing sweetly. "l'll try not to be absent any more when l know l am ap-
"Three cheers for Miss Rogers," said Frederick, "three cheers for
the nicest teacher in the whole world." And so this story ends with
three gigantic cheers for Miss Rogers.
Carmelo Chirico, RBl
lt was almost midnight. l was walking down a lonely rural road
after spending an evening at a neighbor's house, an evening in which
we had told ghost stories. With utter disregard for my journey home
through the dark, l read aloud 'The Legend of Sleepy Hollow." The
young people had gaily derided the existence of ghosts, hobgoblins
and the like.
l sauntered along, smiling as l recalled the pranks and sallies of
the evening. l could hear the screeching of owls in the trees and the
occasional scurrying about of small creatures aroused by the sound
of my footsteps. The moon, which before had shone so brightly, was
now hidden by darkening clouds, but there was enough light to enable
me to discern my surroundings.
Suddenly, I remembered that l was approaching the giant old cot-
ton tree, which for years the old folks in the vicinity had insisted was
a rendezvous for ghosts, although no one had ever seen any. ln the
midst of these reflections, the village clock in the distance struck mid-
night. Nervously l hurried along, as l thought l saw something white
move along the branches of a tree. Presently, l became aware of a
huge shadow that moved directly across my path. Back and forth it
swayed. l could plainly see the outline of a body with outstretched
arms and unnaturally long legs. But horror of horrors! there was no
head! Ghosts never had heads. l stopped in my tracks, the shadow
immediately became motionless. l moved forward again, only to have
Page 16 text:
During composition lesson, Estelle and Carla, who sat close to each
other, were gossiping about Miss Straddy.
Estelle said, "Look at those clothes she wears."
"Even if she had nice clothes, they wouldn't look good on her fig-
ure," said Carla.
Suddenly Miss Straddy turned her eyes on them. "Those girls come
here," she ordered sternly.
"Yes Ma'am," both girls answered at once.
"What were you two talking about that's more important than a
composition lesson?" demanded Miss Straddy.
Estelle, who was more outspoken, said, "We, we-were talking about
"About me?" asked Miss Straddy.
"Yes, ma'am, we were admiring your looks and your clothes," lied
"A-hem, a-hem, back to your seats girls, and no more of this non-
The girls giggled behind her back.
After school they made a B-line for Miss Rogers' cottage up Sunset
Hill around Memory Lane. Rose rang the bell and a colored woman
came to the door.
"Is Miss Rogers in? Is she sick? How is she?" asked Estelle, all
in one breath.
"One question at a time, chiIe," said the colored woman.
"May we see her?" asked Lawrence, a bright boy in the class.
"Sho' as yo' Iivin', chillun. Com'on in. Ah jus' baked some scrump-
tious cookies fo' yo' alI."
"Who cares about cookies! I want to see Miss Rogers," exclaimed
Frederick, who was quite fond of cookies.
And there behind a desk Miss Rogers was writing something.
Everyone ran to her.
"Well, I do declare, this is a surprise," said Miss Rogers, and the
sunlight that came in from the window made her look more radiantly
beautiful than ever.
"Oh, we missed you so today. Why didn't you come to school?"
Miss Rogers smiled and she unconsciously showed her lovely white
"OhI it's nothing very serious, you see. As I was coming down the
steps this morning, I tripped and fell, and my leg was hurt a little, so
I could not come," she said.
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the shadow do the same. "Playful feIlow," I thought, but at that mo-
ment playing tag with a ghost was the last thing in the world I wanted
to do. Cold shivers ran up and down my spine as my ghostly com-
panion continued to menace my path. I wondered what I ought to
do. There was no other way home, and if I returned to my neighbor's
house I would be laughed at. Had we not that very evening decided
there were no such things as ghosts?
While I was thus contemplating, the clouds rolled back and the
welcome moon appeared. I took a swift look around preparing to make
a run for it, when glancing upward I discovered dangling from the
branches, a large white kite, its tails swaying in the breeze, its cross
beams protruding at right angles from the body, the whole casting a
grotesque shadow before me. I laughed in relief, but I have never
been able to admit to my friends that I had been frightened by a kite.
Charlotte Kantrowitz, RDI
THE BLUE-RIDGE MOUNTAINS OF VIRGINIA
The Blue-Ridge Parkway extends from Virginia through North Caro-
lina and into Tennessee. As we ride along, we notice range after range
of mountains, waterfalls and tumbling mountain streams, sapphire
lakes and forests untouched by human hands. The earthly smell min-
gles with the cool, delicious mountain air and a delightful aroma aris-
es, healthy and refreshing. Nature's wonders like Lover's Leap, Na-
tural Bridge and Chimney Rock stand towering above all. At sunset-
the sun like a lantern in the sky shines upon bottomless pools and blue
meets rust. We drive away leaving the mountains in body, but our
hearts always remain with flowering dogwood in the springtime, and
mountain lakes by moonlight.
Marilyn Plafker, RC2
A PERSONAL EXPERIENCE
Milly, how did you acquire this log of petrified wood?" my friend,
Sue, asked while looking over my collection.
"Oh, there is a very interesting story behind that," I replied.
"Let me hear it," she begged.
"All right." And I commenced my tale.
"We were touring the United States in the summer of I937, you
know, and at this time we were in the Black Hills viewing the Mt. Rush-
more Monument. On the way out, we had to go up a steep hill. The
car in front of us stalled and my father's car stalled also trying to
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