. U and I . led his sweetly spokenwords of parting. She lazily dozed off into a reverie of moments alone with him. Suddenly the thud of the evening paper striking the porch floor reached herears. She went hastily out to the porch to get it. When she brought it in, shetenderly laid it by his chair. It wouldnt be long now until he arrived. At last the moment had come. She detected his familiar footsteps approach-ing. As his hand closed with a firm grip on the doorknob, she sprang to meethim with a bark of joy. —Mark Ackerman. Marking Day Misery God bless my little teachers,And bless their hearts
. U and I . led his sweetly spokenwords of parting. She lazily dozed off into a reverie of moments alone with him. Suddenly the thud of the evening paper striking the porch floor reached herears. She went hastily out to the porch to get it. When she brought it in, shetenderly laid it by his chair. It wouldnt be long now until he arrived. At last the moment had come. She detected his familiar footsteps approach-ing. As his hand closed with a firm grip on the doorknob, she sprang to meethim with a bark of joy. —Mark Ackerman. Marking Day Misery God bless my little teachers,And bless their hearts of gold :But the marks they always give meLeave me very, very cold! Red is a very pretty color— That 1 will admit; But it doesnt match my report book— Thats why I have a fit! I study once a month or so—I really should get by;Lots of dopes get high grades,And gosh, they dont even try! School is a cinch,1 used to think,Until my marksCame out in pink. -Gloria Oakks. Page Sixty-four A Street in the Rain. The street sign on the corner of Forty-SecondStreet and Broadway swung gently to and fro withthe beat of the autumn rain. Except for the steadycreaking of the sign and the splash of rain on thebrick pavement, the street was strangely quiet. It wasfour oclock in the morning, and the city was justwaking up. A solitary taxi cruised aimlessly around the cornerand was enveloped by the rapidly gathering mist. Outof a little side alley came a yawning and frowzy Italian. His coat was drawn uparound his neck, and his hat had been pulled far down over his forehead to escapethe force of the downpour. He lit a soggy cigarette and stumbled down theGreat White Way. —Anne Noble. The Storm Bending down because of the strength of it, the poplars bowed themselvesbefore the driving rain. The leaves, as they were lashed together, made queerswishing sounds which resembled the rustling of a silk skirt. Suddenly a flash oflightning danced brilliantly across the sky, as if it were running from
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