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THE REFLECTOR - m Lovers Night is a maiden A beauteous, moody maiden; When happy, She decks herself in star jewels, And glances in her moon mirror, Then waits For her lover, day, But sometimes when she’s lonely She doesn’t wear her star jewels, Doesn’t find her mirror, Neglects her vanity; She wraps herself around the world And cries, and cries, and cries— Day, her merry lover, Often wears a bright crown As he hovers round the world. But, too, sometimes sad, very sad, And sometimes tearful, Because he cannot see his love All the time— Destiny has made it so. But at the first burst of dawn, And at the last beam of sunset, They kiss— D. Krouse. Fores There is stillness within the towering walls, Not a bough nor a leaf is astir; There is loneliness as a lone bird calls, From her cozy home, warm as fur. A fox slinks silently through the brake Stalking for his prey; A heron flashes in a nearby lake. Awaiting his meals of the day. Swiftly the shadows gather o’er the grove, The sun sinks in the west; No longer do the foxes rove; For forest life is at rest. Harvest Lord You have given The warm rain and sunshine. Every field Ffas flourished With corn or golden wheat. But now The corn and wheat are gone, Withered stalks Grace the barren earth: Still, Within the ample barn Luscious fruit and corn Mingle with the grain. Overhead The sunny sky Smiles upon the pumpkins That are stacked along the fence. Lord, I rest In peace. Vernon Charles Grounds, Feb. ’32. 1 Life 23 Harry Kruff.
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THE REFLECTOR The Master Misses slT was a dreary night in the Limehouse District of London. There was ' I a thick, pea-soupy fog obstructing the vision on all sides. Not many ) people were hanging around the streets and less on the particular corner where Knife” Kelly stood. He was slovenly dressed, had a cig- arette drooping out of his mouth, a cap pulled down over his eyes, and his right hand on his namesake, a long, sharp stiletto. He had a reason for standing there that night. He needed money, and needed it badly. Pretty soon he heard footsteps. His breath came quickly and his hand tightened on the stiletto. He could see the figure coming. Who was it? He dove into the shadows and was about to attack the man when he saw that it was a Bobbie”—one of the London police. Knife” cursed his luck and started to walk up the street. Who was that on the corner? Ah! A prospect at last. He took out his knife and stuck it against the man’s ribs and demanded money. The man was just going to hand it over when Knife” heard footsteps. The Bobbie” was com- ing back! He held the knife against the man’s ribs and told him to walk along naturally with him. The Bobbie” looked at them but didn’t notice anything wrong. Knife” breathed easier, for this, he had prom- ised his mother, was to be the last job he’d do. He wanted this money to take his mother some place where she’d get well from that dread dis- ease, tuberculosis. Kelly turned his head and as he did so, his prospect began to run away. Knife,” in a rage, threw his stiletto and the man fell. He went down without a sound except for the dull thud when he hit the ground. When Kelly got there, he was stone dead. Suddenly Knife” thought of the gallows. His collar seemed to choke him. He saw himself strung up, kicking his last and his mother, on her death bed, praying for him. His next thoughts were to dispose of the body. He looked around for his stiletto but couldn’t find it. He took the man’s money and was just going to pick up the body when he heard a police whistle. He started to run and before he got home he could hardly walk. He got inside and locked the door and counted the money. Fifteen hun- dred pounds! He gave his mother the money and went out, never telling what had happened. All night Knife” hid in a cellar in fear of being captured. The next morning he disguised himself and went out. As he was walking along the street he saw the headlines of a paper, Unidentified man drops dead of heart failure”. He bought the paper and read it. Sure enough, it was the same man. But what about the knife? Ah! here it was. A stiletto was found sticking in a barrel near to where the man fell. Police unable to explain its presence.” Knife” Kelly, the master at the art of knife-throwing, had missed! The newsboy heard Kelly ex- claim, Thank God I missed for once in my life.” 22 H. Mather.
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