MOUND . er—Thats what John said. Susan and Fay—Were the merry widows now. Ida Orr—Id do anything for you. Romine and Lightburn—We have no ideals, anyone will do. 169 THE BOOK. We are writing the book of our lives, to-day;And tomorrow the work is the critic will look at your book and say;Whether Life or Death youve won. Are you doing your best with your chances lent?Are you writing plain and clear?Does it hold the record of a day misspent?Or bear the blot of a falling tear? Did you till the page of nineteen-nine?With deeds of love, to your fellow men?Will you do your best and try t
MOUND . er—Thats what John said. Susan and Fay—Were the merry widows now. Ida Orr—Id do anything for you. Romine and Lightburn—We have no ideals, anyone will do. 169 THE BOOK. We are writing the book of our lives, to-day;And tomorrow the work is the critic will look at your book and say;Whether Life or Death youve won. Are you doing your best with your chances lent?Are you writing plain and clear?Does it hold the record of a day misspent?Or bear the blot of a falling tear? Did you till the page of nineteen-nine?With deeds of love, to your fellow men?Will you do your best and try to find,Noble acts to record, on page nineteen-ten? Have you written a book that is bright and gay?Have vou worked with a masters hand?These questions the Critic will ask—and, your record, He will understand. You are writing the book of your life, my friendWith the deeds of months and years—d the sheets must be strong and the colors blend,When the Critic of All appears. C. E. 17(1. 171 THE SPOONERS- These are the famous spooners; with murmuring words Moved to the depths of her soul by the sorry plight and the whispers, of the lovers, Cuddled up close, and in warm embrace, indistinct in She sternly related to them the disasters of spooning. the twilight, Almost overcome with pity, she did not shrink from herSitting like lovers of old, with voices low and caressing. duty. Thus they sat. there were footsteps heard and, suddenly But sorrowfully moved she onward and espied Fay and lifted was the soft curtain, and Miss Scott stood in his Fay. the doorway. Then with a blush she addressed them saying, Alas!With a gesture she awed into silence all that love mur- are you happy? muring,, and thus she spoke to the spooners. To you like Fee and his Callie words of advice have nokeep were her tones and solemn in accents measured meaning. and mournful. Sternly meandered she onward and spoke to Arthur andWhat is this that ye do, ye sinners? What madness Vevia. has seized
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