Camp Pasquaney - Annual Yearbook (Hebron, NH)

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78 THE PASQUANEY ANNUAL the doctor told you! Everything will be all right, and perhaps if you ask him. VVillie NYoodchuck will gnaw it down. You know as well as I do that it gets awful lonesome here all winter without those happy voices and the merry laughter. Now you keep house while I go over to see Priscilla Porcupine. I heard that their daughter Penelope is engaged to Percy Porcupine from up by the Haunted House way, and if so I'll simply have to get busy look- ing for a wedding present. 'Cause you know th-o-se engagements are always pretty short in the Porcupine family. So toodle-oo! As the form of his wife disap- peared around a big bould-er, Samuel fixed himself comfortably in his big rocking chair, adjusted his spec- tacles, and picked up the Sunday Spectator again, all the whil-e chuck- ling t-o himself. Yes in-deed, I guess S-ally's right abo-ut my missing the boys. They sure are a comfort to me. But I wouldn't let her know how I feel for the world, 'cause she'd think I was a soft- hfearted old -codger, and- Here Mr. Samuel Skunk, Esq., straight- ened up in, his chair and again smoothed -down the stray bit of hair. and that, he continued, would never do. No siree! -, ,.. ' A ' .. Q, ,...,, ,- ' -my . . 1 -Q -4-1,....fa ,. ' - ' - 'U' 1-K anaemia-safes-n-V Q-..anoanmu.-up-Q..a-L--..,..Q...-.Q-. .+ vw-..--....onn.-., ,,.....,r,,,,.m.U,,,, ..-

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THE PASQUANEY ANNUAL 77 were immediately blown out of place again, however, by the wind- a rather chilly wind, at that, for fall was fast approaching+and this served to irritate Samuel all the more. F-or plainly he was not in a happy frame of mind anyhow. Uhr, come now, -dear! You mustn't be so bitter just because one of the little fellows that is always hanging a-round what they call the museum happened to kill little cousin Sidney. You know it was Sidney's own fault, and I always told y-our sister that he'd never come to any good if he kept roaming around as he used to. You know what they say about a rolling stone. Wlio- cares about a rolling stone, broke in her husband. Of c-ourse you don't mind- because he was not on your side of the family. But I don't like 'those two-legged animals anyhow. They call us Pole Cats. The idea! Such an outrage! Donlt they know that our real family name is Meplzitis Mephitica and that we have a coat of arms and every- thing! And they -compare us to some low-born creatures who live with them in the city call-ed cats! So just because we live in the woods, they call us Wood Kitties. I'll 'wood kitty' them! Wliy, just the other morning I was strolling along the stone wall near where they eat- oh, I was coming home from the lodge, s-o don't worry, Sally-when I saw one of the big ones-they call them counsellors, I think-anyhow, heis the one that's always hanging around the carpenter shop-and I up and told him what I 'thought of him and his ways. Yes sir, I gave him an earful, all rightln And having ma-de this point quite clear, Samuel Skunk, Esq., picked up the Skzmktown Sunday Spectator and pro-c-eeded to regard the front page. The first thing to greet his eyes was a picture of a Qarge balloon which had just completed another long flight. It evidently reminded the elder skunk of something which couldn't have been too agreeable. h-e threw down the newspaper and the rattle of it emphasized his remarks which really didn't need to be emphasized at all, for they were quite loud. And another 'thing I d'on't like about them is this habit they have of draping our perfectly beautiful At any rate trees dfown by -our skating rink, with strange balloon-like things, just so visitors can come and look at one of Billy Birch's leaves or Gwendolyn G-oldenrofdls blossom and then ex- claim, 'Oh how interesting? And that stick they drove in the ground right at the foot of our toboggan slide! They call it jacob's Ladder or something like that, fbut I have more fun sliding down that when its covered with snow! And no-w that p-ole that they had an exhibit on is right in the way. Tut, tut, tut, said his wife, soothingly. Don't you get all upset that way, dear. Remember what

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AND STILL MORE SNAPSHOT5 OF 1929