Northern Arizona State Teachers College - La Cuesta Yearbook (Flagstaff, AZ)

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LLITER TU E Two Little Rabbits Once upon a time there were two little rabbits, and they had one egg. One rabbit said: 'Tll dye that egg. The other one said: No, you won't, 'cause I will. Then since both of them wanted the egg to dye and both could not have it, they began to fight for it until the egg feli on the fl-oor and was broken. The coloring-it was all spilled. The little rabbits, instead of dyeing the egg, had to clean up the mess they had made. -KATHRYN STEVENSON. This is Peter Rabbit Who had a very bad habit, A He liked to run away And in the farmer's garden play. Floppsy, Mopsy and Cottontail, Three little rabbits who never fail. They picked their blackberries before they played And had a very happy day. Mrs. Rabbit was a very good mother, She told her children to play with each other. And went to the baker's to buy them some bread, Only three remembered what she said. BED TIME STORY By KENNETH CAFFEY, Eighth Grade It was springtime in the green forest, and all the little folk of the forest were awakening. Digger, the Badger, emerged from his little home among the rocks. He sat blinking for a moment, for jolly Mr. Sun was shining bright, so brightly that it dazzled his eyes. Digger is usually fat and rolly, but he had not had any- thing to eat since he went to sleep in the fall. He waddled out to find something to eat. He wandered down toward the smiling pool, when all of a sudden right out of the bushes popped Jimmy Skunk with one of Rancher Brown's chickens in his mouth. Digger was so surprised that he couldn't speak for a moment. Hello, Digger, said Jimmy, you look as if you were half starved. By this time Digger had found his voice. Where did you get that chicken ? questioned Digger., al- though his mouth was Watering so he could hardly talk. One Hundred Fifty-Two

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Windows: I am the windows. I am made so tha.t the peo- ple can look outside and so that the light can come in. I help to keep out the cold. Sometimes the children forget and throw their ball in the wrong direction and I get broken. Halls: I am the halls. The children must pass through me to get to their rooms. But often they forget to go to their rooms and stop on the way to visit or hang out of the win- dows. Floors: i I am the floor. Oh, dear! Oh, dear! What shall I do? I am so dirty. The children do not clean their feet be- fore they come into the building and they leave mud all over me. What shall I do? What shall I do? Flowers: I am the flowers. You do not put water on me when I need it. I need a little drink sometimes. You have to take good care of me if you want me to grow beautiful so that I can help to make the Training School a beautiful place. Blackboard: I am the blackboard. I am made to write on but sometimes you write on me and forget to erase me. I wish you would clean me when you use me. I am made to help with your work but when your writing is not good and your work not well done, I cannot help to make your room beautiful. iTraining School disappears and boy wakens, stretches.J Boy: Where am I? Where is the Training School? I have been dreaming! CRuns to the door.J Boys! Boys! come here! QBoys come running.D I have had a wonderful dream. The parts of the Training School told me the naughty things we do that keep it from being a beautiful, happy place. What shall we do about it? fBoys excitedly suggest such things as Be polite, Keep on the sidewalks, Do not walk on the grass, Keep the walls clean, etc.J Boy: Come, let us write out some of these ideas. lThey go out and soon the boy returns with the suggestions written out.J Boy: We suggest that the children: 1 Keep on the walks and not run over the ground where grass is planted. 2 Keep the walls clean. 3 Keep the birdbath clean. 4 Pick up the papers from the yard and put them in the scrap-can. 5 Take care of the playground apparatus and be generous 6 Throw the ball AWAY from the building. 7 Clean the feet before coming into the building. 8 Go right to their rooms and find something to do. 9 Keep the voices quiet. 10 Keep the basements clean and quiet. 11 Come to school clean. 12 Be polite to everybody. One Hundred Fifty-One

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Ohl I got it at Rancher Brown's chicken house, replied Jimmy. My! My! But it looks good! exclaimed Digger. This was too much for the tender-hearted Jimmy. Digger, said Jimmy, 1et's you and I share this chicken and we'll go get some more tonight. When they had eaten the chicken they decided that they would meet under the big elm tree by the smiling pool at dark. Digger was chuckling as he waddled back to his little home in the rocks, because he always chuckles when he is happy and has a full stomach. Digger began to wonder if Rancher Brown would catch them when they tried to get the chickens, then at a second thought he knew that Rancher Brown would be asleep. He was content so he crawled in at the front door of his little house to wait until it was dark enough to go meet Jimmy. Chapter II. Soon Digger started off to the big elm, where he was to meet Jimmy. When he reached the elm he found Jimmy wait- ing for him. Hello, Jimmy, said Digger, I hope Rancher Brown does- n't catch us 'tonight because I don't want to get caught the first day I'm out. ' Oh, you need not worry. There are plenty places to hide if Rancher Brown should wake up. f'Well, we had better hurry or we won't be there till morn- ing, said Digger. They soon came to the chicken house. Ev- erything was quiet except the cooing of Rancher Brown's pigeons on the roof. We'1l crawl in this hole. I'll go in first, said Jimmy. Jimmy called out to Digger to come on in. Digger started in and got fastened before he was half in the hole. Just then he heard Bruno, the dog, growling fiercely as he came around the corner. This made Digger squirm all the more. He got in the chicken house just as Bruno found where he was. My! But that was a narrow escape. I think we had better keep quiet until the chickens quit making such a racket, shivered Digger. I think we had better make that hole a little bigger, said Jimmy. We don't want to get stuck going out. While they were talking Bruno was sniffing around the the hole and Jimmy noticed that his nose was sticking through. Digger, you sneak over by that hole and hit Bruno on the nose with your claws. Digger did as he was told and Bruno tucked his tail be- tween his legs and ran for the house as fast as he could run. Now is the time to make the hole bigger, while I watch for Bruno. Digger made the dirt fly for about half a minute and the hole was almost large enough for Bruno to come in. Now, said Jimmy, when I say three, we'll each grab a chicken and run. You take that little pullet over there and I'll take this one. One Hundred Fifty-Three