Columbia College - Columbian Yearbook (Columbia, SC)

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XNhat is it, Bob?', asked john. By George, John, I believe it's chieken. Do you reckon that old black rascal got that chicken from Dad anyway? No, Bob, that's not a chicken. lt,s too big. lt must be a turkey, gm- swered John. Man, let,s eat some. It's done, cried Robert. I'm as hungry as 3 wolf, aren't you FH Yes, but, Bob, it's theirs. It's Aunt Cindy's and- Aw get off, man. I'll pay 'em for it, if it's necessary. Come on, lim hungry, interrupted Robert, fishing out a dripping piece, and handing it to John. Here, take it! Hesitatingly john took it, and Robert continued to fish in the pot. They smacked their lips, their good humor returned, their voices rose, and they laughed, they even became generous. Here, pup, take the old rabbit your black master shot. XYe'll swap with you, said Robert, flinging the rabbit at the gloomy-eyed dog that sneaked around the chimney. The dog accepted the swap, and picking up the rabbit ran under the house. At that moment, the cabin door opened, and Cindy came out to stir the pot. She stopped dumbtounded at the sight of the two boys kneeling at the pot sucking a bone. The boys were equally as startled, and rather abashed. Robert tried to explain. . Aunt Cindy, we-er-we've eaten your turkey, but we'll pay you for it. It looked so good, but sho' we're going to pay you. Aunt Cindy still stared at them speechless, and Robert went on: I'm sorry, but you know, we'll give you just whatever you say for your turkey. Cindy gave an explosive screech, and flopped down on the doorstep. Q,.1'f1y Gawd, marsters, dat wuznit no turkey. Dat wuz a buzzard I wuz a-b1l1n to git grease for de mis'ry in me jlintsf' -D. XV. D. is JW sl,lmVlilillDJJd11Mj,?' N ,fl XX' GQOA .- SlXTY'TWO l ! l 1 E . -..S 5 -Q .-ft. -:lj 4 ir g. ij

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Sunset I HE sun is just above the pinetops. lt casts all over the sky and earth a brilliant light. Every clump of grass and every- tree seem to leap up higher to catch one more ray. The clouds in the east im' M i race over toward the west, as if drawn by an irresistible force. As the sun sinks lower, a strip of gray appears along the eastern horizon, gradually extending toward the north and south and up across the vast dome. The whole western horizon is a sheet of fiery light, and as the sun drops nearer and nearer to the pines, the gray creeps steadily over from the east. A last light reaches a few spots on the grass. These burn awhile, and then we see it only on the treetops, for half of the disc is hidden. A peacefulness is falling around us! The very sounds, or rather the peculiar stillness, warn us that the close of day is here. The sun is gone. All we can see is a glorious train of colors where it was a moment ago. Across the sky a few stray rays still wander and try to pierce the onward-stealing gray, but it is evident that the gray will overwhelm the light, for already even the western light is fading. It is almost like the east, but look! There has suddenly appeared from somewhere a mass of clouds that are gold, red, pink, and purple in turn, the purple merging into blue space. In the east k ern s y, we see for a moment a sheen of gauzy pink dra er that , P Y allows us a glance into the darkness beyond. Our eyes are draw , 8 so beautiful with colors. The colors gone now, it seems as if we might stare through the clear space, and fathom some mysterious secret. In doing this, the o a nearer and more substantial object. Swinging just above the horizon is a thin, pale crescent-the new moon! -R, S., '14 n again toward the west which a moment a o was eyes are startled and drawn t s 2 au.. 'c'. o. o'. M six T Y-FOUR