. Roundup. ing byon skates. Now our M. A. had lefthis skates at home, but that did notseem to matter, for grabbing a clubhe ran into the crowd and raced withanyone that would run, hitting rightand left till he had a clear path all tohimself. Then having vanquished allhis friends and foes, he made onegrand run for the upper end of thelake. But alas, the ice was thin andbegan to crack, and down went ourAlexander to the bottom of the a moment not a sound was heard,then all at once we saw him crawlingout towards the bank. Was this ourmodern Alexander, this dripping,watery youth? Was this
. Roundup. ing byon skates. Now our M. A. had lefthis skates at home, but that did notseem to matter, for grabbing a clubhe ran into the crowd and raced withanyone that would run, hitting rightand left till he had a clear path all tohimself. Then having vanquished allhis friends and foes, he made onegrand run for the upper end of thelake. But alas, the ice was thin andbegan to crack, and down went ourAlexander to the bottom of the a moment not a sound was heard,then all at once we saw him crawlingout towards the bank. Was this ourmodern Alexander, this dripping,watery youth? Was this our newchinchilla coat, so shrunken that itwould not belt? But where were hisfriends, to let him go home alone andunattended? Look at those prostrateforms along the shore, doubled upwith laughter, they could not move,could not even take a last look asour modern Alexander sadly wendedhis way home.—a wiser and sadderman. HARPER JONES. R () i; N IJ U I 15 3n iimortattt (Elasa of 1908 16 ROUNDUP OUaaa of 1915.
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