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7Qt "You know but forever
is
I'll wait for you forever if you not as long as it once was."
'O-tt-
Lilly Bec Gray,
f '46
Betty Deuel Cock,
'HTHIS knowing thought went through
I had no cause foi' worry Yet my hands were trembling, cold-? I thought perhaps a letter .
My
.
me
lil
icicle".
Prances Parham,i
.
heart was far from bold.
thought my body shivered, imagination spread I cannot say what terrors Did not go through my head. My nervours foosteps led me To the boxes, row on row My eyes then sought, but dreaded The think that now I'd know. Within those several minutes I seemed to age in years the box was empty Thank God
As
o,\
I
My
.
Thank God
.
'Rationing
is
an impetus
'gHE was
so bored one splinters protruding."
to appetite:
could
almost
"The water was so soft that bathing in almost a bath in liquid silk."
* * * *
a
a
J'
wisdom and lack of stand there on your wobbly legs and stare at me with a night's moon was Last world. adult this in new one so timidity unbecoming with the scent of waning before you opened your velvet eyes on this June world, heady and frustration turmoil the of life, of ugliness the of bruised alfalfa. You know nothing of despair, of futility, of hopeagony the known never have You living. of business this of even the magnificence of yon struggling. You have yet to learn that shadows can dim
You
less
You'll go your is
merry Way and your
zest for joyful living will close your eyes to all
not a part of that joy.
thrilling You will know the pure delight of racing up some sun-splashed slope letting stream serene some of waters quiet the break You'll your own power of speed.
to its
fill of its refreshing coolness and purity eddy around your thighs and, drinking your virgin sands. The summer waters, go your way leaving the scars of dainty hoofprints on its
rains will fall
^--
-
s
Mary Franklin Woodward.
for foolish fears!
7
that
it
.
^ ^ ^ *
sun.
sei
upon your proud head and
you'll
20
quake
to
thunder beyond your comprehen-