Focus . any adventurer whose sharp sting might disturb hiscalm repose. Under the shade of the maple tree an old hen and herchickens scratched unceasingly for the earthworms thatwould serve for their dinner, and through the open doorcame the sound of Aunt Lous voice, rising and fallingmonotonously in an old plantation melody. Everyoneand everything was at peace, and—it was spring. Thetwo little pickaninnies had tired of chasing butterflies andhad thrown themselves down on the thick, green grass,faces upward, gazing happily through half-shut lids at thetranquil blue sky, with here and there far
Focus . any adventurer whose sharp sting might disturb hiscalm repose. Under the shade of the maple tree an old hen and herchickens scratched unceasingly for the earthworms thatwould serve for their dinner, and through the open doorcame the sound of Aunt Lous voice, rising and fallingmonotonously in an old plantation melody. Everyoneand everything was at peace, and—it was spring. Thetwo little pickaninnies had tired of chasing butterflies andhad thrown themselves down on the thick, green grass,faces upward, gazing happily through half-shut lids at thetranquil blue sky, with here and there far up in the bluea flying black dot of a bird hurrying to its nest in themaple tree. Uncle Zack saw it all through the thin blue of the curlingsmoke, but then—the scene seemed to fade into the horizon,and only the gentle breeze and the kindly sun were the corn-cob pipe slipped, unnoticed, from UncleZacks hand, while he started on his journey through theland of dreams. —G. M. W. THE FOCUi; 251. We began our years v/ork in this department with acriticism of poetry and we shall take it up again in this,our last issue. We have not found as much good poetryin the magazines this month as we usually do, but thisprobably is due to everyones being kept busier than usualat the end of the term. We have found the magazines we have exchanged withthis year helpful and interesting and we hope to continueexchanging with them next year. W^hy is it that the Fiirman Echo has no original poetryfor April? Has the spring failed to wake Aour poetssouls? There are only two selections in the andthese are translations. Of course this may be good practice,but even if the form is original the thought is not. Afterall, to get new thoughts is the most important point andthat is what these lack. A magazine from a college the size of Furman Uni\ersityshould certainly contain at least one original poem. Thiswould be quite an addition and we know there are plentyof people there who could w
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