Kalona High School - Centerika Yearbook (Kalona, IA)

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Poet 's Corner My Little Brother Butch There's a little man at our house, Who makes things ring with glee, But the trouble is, that for all his jokes The victim must be me. Mice are his one acomplice, But bees do help, believe me. If I'm not getting stung, or teased, or hung, He's telling pop on me. The other day, for instance, I brought my girl to tea. Mom was gone to town that day So tea was left to me. This were going nicely, I was bringing in the tea, My eyes were on my girl friend, Butch's eyes were filled with glee. He pushed a chair before me, I landed in her lap, She screamed, and yelped, and hollered, And took me for a sap. I tried to ask forgiveness, And was down upon a knee, When Butch saw the circumstances, And sicked the pup at me. She said she'd go and tell her pa, And gave me my ring, to boot, And as I took her to the door, She socked me on the snoot. Butch hasn't crossed my path since then. He hasn't told pop on me. He's not reformed, but sick in bed, With eyes very black, you see. -M. J. B. '43 After the Rain I step from the stifling kitchen Into the air clean, crisp, and clear, This is no time for sluggishness- No place for laziness here. The birds are seemingly happy, Their singing never fails, While over the whole earth, softly, A calm, sweet fragrance prevails. Everything seems green and fresh, While trees are dripping wet And seems to want to prolong The rain a little while yet. -M. M. '4 3 -.23-. Popping Corn PiP'P0P, fliPPitY, f10P, Listen to the kernels pop. Off comes the lid and into the bowl Pour crisp, white kernels with hearts of gold. The children dance and shout with glee, The house is filled with gaiety. The popper once more o'er the fire is placed And again the corn pops at a wild dazzling pace. The coals in the fire are stirred once more: The flames leap up the chimney and roar, The teakettle sings! It's glad it was ' born! Hats off, everyone! We're popping corn. -K. Y. '44 l Little Stray Dog A little stray dog, part black, part white, That's always barking but doesn't bite, He has been at our house since yesterday, And I do hope that he will stay Because he's just the dog for me, And I know a good dog he will be To get the cows and horses, too, After I train him a week or two. He isn't a bird dog, but just the same, I can train him and use him for our small game: And I could have some fun with him, Because he likes to play- Just so someone doesn't come and take the dog away. -K. H. '43 The Organ Grinder's Monkey The organ grinder's monkey Winked at me one day, And as I paused to listen I thought I heard him say: Who will put a penny In my little yellow cup? I'l1 say 'Please' and 'Thank You,' And buy something to sup. I returned his wink with laughter, And dropped a penny in his cup. He bowed a pleasant Thank you As I departed with my pup. -I. B. '43

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Still Her Mother Pracilla Pebble was indeed a much pampered child. She was eighteen and living with her parents in a small Missouri town. Her older brothers and a sister were married and living elsewhere. She, being the youngest, had been accustomed to receiving all the extra attention and to having her own way in all things. On this par- ticular day in September she rushed into the house and flung down several books she had just purchased. Oh! Mom! I saw Belle Thompson at the library. She said they were going to Florida and I may go along. But, Pracilla, You-. Now, Mom! you ca.n't say that I can't go. Why, when will I ever have such a good chance again? They're leaving Monday and I'm going to pack right away. Well, her mother replied slowly, I'm not very anxious for you to go, but if your father says you may, then you may go. I know Dad will let me go, was the haughty reply. He always lets me do things I want to! You never seem to want me to have a good time! The mother was deeply hurt by these words coming from her only remaining child, but she knew that a reply would only make matters worse. Pracilla went noisly up the stairs muttering to herself. I'll be glad to get away from these old fashioned things for a while. I want friends, to have a good time. Even if I had some friends around here, I'd be ashamed to bring them home with me. Perhaps I'll meet some in- teresting boys. These around here are such sissies! Dad will be good enough to give me some money. That evening when father came home, his wife explained the matter to him. But you need her so much at home, was the thoughtful reply. You know the doctor said your heart was weak and you must not bear too much responsibility. I'll show her she can't always have her own selfish way. Father, I am afraid you have come to your senses about ten years too late. She always has had her way and now it will be hard to stop her. Yes, he replied. You are right. I have spoiled her by not being firm enough. I am determined that you will suffer no more from our errors. Mother continued her patching and father read the evening paper. Present- ly their daughter was heard coming downstairs. She entered the room and sat on the arm of her father's chair. She must employ all of her charms to get some money from him. e Daddy, dear, she said sweetly. I'm going to Florida with Belle and her husband. I know you will give me a few dollars to pay expenses. So, queried her father, And who said you could go? Why, Dad, don't try to scare me. Mother said I could go if you said so and I know you won't refuse me-. But I will refuse you. But, Dad-. Young lady, you have walked over me long enough. Your mother needs you at home. I don't care! Her heart isn't as bad as she thinks, was the firey reply. Besides, I've already promised Belle I'd go and I'm going. If you go, you'll not get a cent of mine to go. Oh, Dad! How could you, and with this she stormed away. The following Monday morning found Pracilla on her way to Florida with some of her dad's money. Indeed, she did find friends and she did have a good time. She didn't tell anyone who she really was nor where she was from. In fact, she be- came so interested in her new surroundings that she even forgot to write home and when the time came for her to go home with her friends she refused. But what will your mother think of us if we come home without you ? pro- tested Belle. A Belle was quite taken back with the reply. I don't care what she thinks. I'm going to stay and I mean it! Belle felt she could do no more and left without her. In a few weeks Pra- cilla married in spite of the warnings of her friends, not knowing how utterly she. would regret it in a few wee-ks. After a few trifling quarrels her husband left saying he had to go on an errand in Georgia. However, he never returned. One by one her friends left her and she became more and more despondent each day. She stayed on for several more months-too proud to 'go back home. She had never told her folks back home about her rrarriage, in fact they didn't even know where she was. Finally she could stand it no longer. liothing could be worse than her pre- sent condition. Perhaps she could find a job nearer home, but of course, she wouldn't go home yet. After considerable thought she did decide after all to return. In the afternoon's mail was a letter telling her mother she'd be home soon. ...24-.