The Syracuse Journal, Volume 27, Number 22, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 20 September 1934 — Page 3

THURSDAY, SEPT. 20, 1934

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Cantering where the gronnd permitted, moving at a fait running walk where It did not. Roberta .and Don Jaime reached the waiting truck and motorcar in thirty minutes. Throughout the journey (following her host's announcement of his Inflexible purpose to flght Rill Dlngie and his herders before sunset) no won) had passed between the two. Don Jaime rode ahead, occasionally looking hack to see that all was well with the girl; seemingly, tn his eagerness for conflict. he would gladly have dispensed with her society If he could At least Roberta thus read his thoughts, nor was she far wrong, as his first subsequent words proved. ••Robby, this Job of mine is man's work. Aurelio is going back with the truck, so if you'll dismount we’ll load your horse Into It Then. If you will be good enough to take the motorcar and drive It home fox. me I'll be your debtor.” “No." she answered sharply. “My horse and the motorcar should remain here. I might need the car to carry some wounded men to the doctor in Ix>B Algodones or some dead men to the morgue. When this Issue Is settled I’ll know what to do and I’ll not have to be told." “The objection you pise Is a logical one. Have It your own way." He gave Aurelio his orders tn-Spanish and ! when the latter had departed with the i truck. Don Jaime sat down on the run nlng board of the motorcar and mo tioned to Roberta to dismount and sit beside hjm. "Drop your reins. Your horse will tie to the breeze." be sug gested. “Let's have a smoke. Soothing to the nerves." “It probably would be—if you had any," she retorted, and climbed down 1! \ K i 15 r Kfw Jii ■ 1 11 UAtVlwii u "Act Spunky, Even If You Are Not —Nine Times Out of Ten Ons Can Fool the Enemy With a Good Bluff." beside him. “I cannot imagine any man enjoying a roughhouse more than you." "You're a poor Judge of human nature." IRs tones were dry. “Nobody likes a roughhouse where lethal weapons are used. I’m always very much ( afraid I'll get killed, and I don't want | to die—now. In fact. 1 never did care very much about dying. Life's fairly sweet and, as you remarked recently, I have a lot of unfinished business to clean up. Mind where you throw your butt, my dear. This range Is dry—and I don’t want a fire. Yea. 1 could do with a whole lot of letting alone. Bobby." “Well. I’ve suggested the sheriff. It’s his business to apprehend horse thieves." He did not answer this. He was thoughtful, blowing smoke rings. “I’ll have to teach that below-thellorder gang a lesson." he resigned casually. "They must learn to stay at home. I’m four men shy on a flfty-flfty break tn my ruckuses with those animals—four good men. One of them was Julio’s father—and Julio shall have his chance at reprisal this day. This matter Is personal, Bobby, and I’m going to get every mother's son of those renegades If I have to follow them to Mexico City." "You have no right to risk the llvee of your poor. Ignorant men to save your property," nhe flared at him. “I haven’t? Why haven’t I? They’re my men, aren’t they? Didn't I Inherit them? do I not employ them and house them and feed them and make them happy? Doesn’t the doctor come out twice a week from Lm Algodones to look over the ailing ones? Didn't my father and grandfather and greatgrandfather accept them and their troubles? I'm loyal to them, am I not? They know I’d flght to the death for them, and lose every dollar I have in the world before turning them off to face that world—the gringo world they do not understand! Why shouldn’t they be loyal to me? In fighting to defend my rights they fifftat for their own—and besides. we've all been raised together that way and there are some habits wo do not care to break. ‘Whose salt I eat, his song I sing.’ A good slogan, and a very ancient one tn thia country." The girl was sensible of a vague <measinara as he looked her over sternly. She had not pleased him and he did not disdain to make her aware of the not a lawyer." he shot out at her suddenly. “What would your frirtid :..’r llqrk. .1 4- K — ‘><3

owner of these sheep?" “I imagine he'd have some sort of theft insurance on them, so he wouldn’t worry If Dingle stole them. He'd leave the worry and the salvage and the prosecution to the insurance company." “Everything **»r defense hut not a cent for tribute. Bobby. It's ail in the point of view. Well. I suppose, now that you’re out of the sheep business, Robby, you’ll be going back to Dobbs Feyry In a day or two.” “Well, of course I would stay over for your funeral. Jimmy." She tried to appear Jocular, but her quavering voice betrayed her real feelings His brown hand caressed her shoulder "That’s the girl. Act spunky, even If you’re not Nine times out of ten one can fool the enemy with a good bluff." i “You are going to wait here until Aurelio returns with more men and horses? How many men have you sent for?" "Twenty. Caraveo. the riding boss, will pick the best. That will be five . trucks with four horses and their rid- I era to each truck. Don’t talk to me ' now. Roberta. 1 have to formulate a < battle plan." | He took out a notebook and pencil and• commenced writing “Here." he said abruptly, when he had finished, “please ha,nd this to Ken Hobart when he reports here If nobody returns by > Jwlllght, drive the car back to the i ranch. You knmlr the way." lie stood up, hitched his belt and held out his hand » “Where are yoti going. Jimmy?" “I'm going to circle ahead of those sheep and get to the only water hole they can reach tonight There's an old branding corral in the valley by that water hole—one I built myself. I'm going to dig In there and hold that gang off." “Surely you’re not going atone?" | “Julio will follow at four o'clock. He's <h*;»endnble <h»od by. Bobby - -In • case Ido not see you Again It’s la-en | wonderful to have known voir When ' you get baek to Dob’is Ferry think kind v id Jim Hirrins If he’s tn th* | cemetery, and send him an occasional | picture post-card If he’s not. Your i sheep money is In the local bank. , Trust old I’rudy. He looks like a 1 dusky Idol but he's cuter than any fox | —and honest. Good by, my very dear." ; He took her hand. It trembled In hla. “Jimmy," she said tn a very ; small voice, “the other night you told : me you loved me. Was that a state- I ment of fact or just—ah—hooey T' "It was a statement of fact. J’ll ; love you as long as 1 live. Some day. ; If I live. I suppose I'll marry some ! body els?, but in the ami of the eve- j nlng. darling, when- the day's work is done and the Higuhnes boy and his thoughts are alone together—well. I’ll do some thinking. And if Mrs. Hig- ; uenes should say. 'James, what Jare you thinking ofT 1 shall tell her a harmless lie." ( "I shall go home tomorrow, Jimmy ; —provided you come back to Valle Verde. If not —" “They'll plant me in a hurry and ! you can go the day after. Bobby." He | took her fresh, lovely face in his | palms. "Bobby,” he said very serious- I ly. "remember me as the man who ■ never made love for fun." And he | kissed her on the lips and let her go. Dully, she watched him swing into bis • saddle and ride away; when he had topped the ridge he pulled up. looked back and waved his hand. Then he went over the sky-line. About three-thirty Ken Hobart and Julio returned and found Roberta face downward In the grass, sobbing as If her heart must break. When she raised her bead at Hobart’s touch It occurred to the general manager that it would require more than a little rouge and powder to repair the damage done by those team. "Where is the Big Boss?" he demanded in the matter-of-fact tone of one who beholds nothing unusual Roberta held out a couple of leaves of paper—Don Jaime's battle plan. Hobart read IL “The boy has some ’ sense after all.” he decided. “Who says this is a dull country?" He spoke to Julio. "SI. senor," murmured Julio, and rode away on Don Jaime’s trail I Ken Hobart, left alone with Roberta, lit a cigarette, smoked It through tn alienee, lit another, and waited. Then: “Crying over the old man?” Roberta nodded, and added defen sively: *Tm sure anybody would. Don Jaime’s so young and so fitfe, and If he should get killed—" “Quite so," murmured Mr. Hobart "However, we have one consolation. He'll have a lot of company on the way up! Well, if that saddle-colored hombre gets his, about all any of us can do is to sing “By-by. Blackbird!’ I Imagine he’lkget killed—somehow." "In heaven's name, why?" “Well," said Mr. Hobart with exasperating deliberation, “he's madly in love with you, Miss Antrim, but he realizes that’s all the good It’s going to do him. He realizes you’d never dream of marrying the man who killed your uncle—" “My uncle was a scoundrel He employed scoundrels." "Still, be was your uncle. You know, of course, that with Don Jaime's breed of cat an uncle Is a kinsman, no matter what he does. I’ve felt like telling the boss he was all wrong about you, but then Pm only a hired man, and the hired man who speaks out nf h!s tn Don Jaime gets

. fired pretty sudden.” “If you’d only told him!" Roberta wailed. "Oh, if you only had!” “Why didn’t you tell him yourself?” ! he retorted. “You’re one of the parties at Interest, aren't you?" ‘‘There are things no girl can say—when a man acts as queerly as Don Jaime does. Mr. Hobart He’s so sensitive, so retiring—" Mr. Hobart choked and to cover his strangled cachlnnation coughed violently into his cupped hands. "Abdut as sensitive and retiring as a steer pn the peck.” he retorted, “but he is proud. If he thought there was the least chance of your refusing him he'd never ask you to marry him in a thousand years." “Indeed! Is that possible, Mr. Hobart?” Then, it suddenly dawning on her that her conversation with Ken Hobart hitherto could have been covered In five hundred words, she was appalled, not only at his garrulity but at her own. “Isn’t this conversation getting a trifle—personal and delicate. Mr. Hobart?" she suggested. “Really, haven't the slightest Idea why I am discussing such an intimate subject with you.” "Well. I have. 1 want to discuss it.” he replied calmly. “When I discover that Don Jaime has ridden away to get killed because life won’t mean a thing to him after you're gone—and when I find you ruining your pem hes-and-cream complexion crying over this greaser—” “How dare you? He’s not a greaser!” “Nobody b’>r a greaser would act the way he does. Well, as I was sny Ing. having d the lay the land, I felt It my Christian duty to Interfere and offpr some sound advice.” ‘ What do you advise. Mr Hobart?” "Would you marry this Hlguenes hombre if he asked you?" Roberta blushed furiously and bung her head. * "Come." Mr. Hobart urged “this Is serious■ business. There's a question before the house and It merits an an swer. Would you marry the Idiot and chuck all your sheep money Into the pot w th him and help extend his irri gation system and buy about a thou sand pure-bred Hereford breeding cows?” “I would, gladly. If I married him I’d be his partner as well as his wife. I could be a good partner." “None better," agreed Mr. “Well. If you want him, go get him He's yours for the asking." “Mr. Hobart! How dare you? No glr) asks a man to marry her!" “That's why we have so many old maids, Miss Antrim. Now, listen to me. If you hop aboard that horse of yours and ride after Julio he'll lead you to that old branding corral where he and Don Jaime are going to dig tn and do some fancy shooting. You'll have time to get to the scene of the festivities before they get going, have your little pow wow with Don Jaime, and then beat it back here before dark." "Oh. Mr. HobarL I couldn't! I'd feel so brazen. I’d die of sluline.” “Very well, then. die. Don Jimmy Is sure to die, because he doesn’t want to live. Os course he'd never let you know that, but right here in this note he left me he says: 'Adios. amigo. See that Miss Antrim gets to the sta tion all right, and whatever you do, don't plant me in the same cemetery with her uncle/'A You can save « hu man life if you care to. If you do not care to—well, that's your own bus! ness.” Roberta got up. walked to her horse and mounted him. “Thank you a lot. Mr. Hobart." she gulped. “You're a true friend." : “I’m glad 1 measure up. I'd be out of luck if the boss’ wife got sore at me. Hello, here come Caraveo and the trucks. I must head him off and send him down the road a few miles farther, to save time." He made a flying leap to his horse and galloped away to meet the riding boss. Just as Roberta disappeared over the sky-line he gave Enrico Caraveo his orders, then without waiting for his five men to follow he galloped swiftly after the girl. "D—n It," he muttered. “I got so Interested fixing things for Don Jimmy I cleap forgot that girl wears pants, and a two-gallon haL Some one of those roughnecks may mistake her for a man!” (TO BE CONTINUED.) CABBAGE IS POPULAR Among the humble gajiden vegetables recommended for its high food value is cabbage, Miss Aneta Beadle, extension nutritionist, Purdue University, points out. The early American colonists brought their cabbage with them across the Atlantic and their descendants have retained the taste for it. Today more cabbage is eaten in the United States than is any other vegetable with the exception of potatoes. j Cabbage has a high vitamin C content which makes it interchangeable with oranges and tomatoes in a well-balanced diet. Housewives like it for its low price. But despite the fact that it is one of the cheapest and best of the leafy vegetables, some people possess an aversion to preparing it because of its cooking odor. This aversion is based on old-fash-ioned methods of cooking cabbage, which necessitated steaming for an hour and a half, or baking for two hours or boiling for three. Modern methods have changed all this as cabbage now can be cooked in an open kettle for from five to fifteen minutes with the result that its Savor will be delicious and its odor non-offensive. Putting the lid on the Mettle condenses the odors, changes the color of the vegetable and makes the flavor too strong. i o ; Bobbed hair makes short girls look ‘shorter, tall ones taller, fat ones fatter and lean ones leaner. It makes j the matron look like a miss and the men look like »he devil.

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For the Tea Hour For the tea hour, this basque of a novelty black and white cre|>e bordered with black Persian lamb is worn with a black crepe skirt and Cossack cap trimmed with a gay red tassel. THROUGH A Womans Eyes By JEAN NEWTON afcAAdfcAdßdfeaßhANhAJMMMhA'flMhiMMMMMh WHAT IS ARTISTIC TEMPERAMENT? THE English writer, Mr. St. John Adcock, tells the story of a young artist who excused his poor physique, which he made no effort to improve, with the remark, “A highly sensitive and artistic temperament invariably goes with bad health." a “Strange, then, what a healthy specimen Browning was—and Shakespeare. and Michaelangelo!" replies Mr. Adcock, adding: “Frankly, I think we are too ready to confuse the artistic temperament with things that have nothing to do with It!" How man}- of us have thought that when people tried to excuse all sorts of weaknesses and fallings by their license as “artists!” It is not only a delicate constitution that has long been mistakenly associated with the artistic temperament How about a disinclination or “inability” to work —except under special Inspiration? How about the parasitical attitude that the world—or the ordinary, prosaic members of a family —owe a living to the "artist" and leisure to pursue his sacred art? How about a general feeling of contemptuousness or at least superiority over the mundane world which justifies its existence by means other than following the muses? This covering a multitude of sins with the “artistic temperament" is something that is rightly debunked. It i<Ktrue that certain kinds of creative work require a greater degree of concentration • and an opportunity for xr&ater detachment from routine mattersthnn work which Is tn itself routine II is also true that such work is a nrivilege and a blessing for the grjxfter satisfaction it brings, for the pleasure and Joy the worker derives from it To my mind it is not true that those of us who happen to have this privilege have the right also to expect from others more than the usual give and take —nor to be excused. on the ground of “artistic temperament,” from the ordinary amenities or obligations which are reciprocal with all of us. What is “artistic temperament"? Is it a gift for creative work, or is It a cloak for selfishness, laziness, and lack of self-control? . HAS BROKEN ARM. Raymond Tongau, aged 11, who with his parents had come from Chicago to spend the week end with Estelle Swartz, fell, Sunday and broke his arm. SUIT IS FILED. A complaint has been filed in circuit court by Mamie Houston against Delia Jarrett and Kenneth Jarrett, demanding judgment on a promisory note totaling $175. — O. E. TO MEET. Syracuse Chapter, Order of the Eastern Star will meet in regular session September 26. All members are urged to be present. H. McClintic, W. M. 0 Mrs. Charles Snyder’s birthday was celebrated with an all-day party at her home, Tuesday. Twenty-four members of the club to which she used to belong in Goshen, came to her home in Syracuse, in the morning. A cafeteria dinner was served at noon, and the rest of the day was spent in a social way. 0 Mr. and Mrs. Clarence Sriyder and Mr. and Mrs. Orley Brown spent the first of this week at the fair in Chicago. 0 No wonder it took forty-two years to build Solomon’s temple, says a Hopkins man. He had one thousand and one wives. Think of the suggestions of various alterations they made to the contractors. —Hopkins, Mo., Journal. y They call a man a worm because he is fond of peaches and chickens get him when they can. He is also called a fish because he grabs at a bright rag and a bunch of feathers. I

M Ail Im AFRICA. Mr. and Mrs. Elmer Bapgher.and family spent Sunday with Mr. arid Mrs. Harry Bause, south of Logansport. Mrs. Martin McClintic spent Monday in Elkhart. Rev. Emeral Jones and Rev. Edward Stump were dinner guests of Mr. and Mrs. Elmo Shock Monday. Mr. and Mrs. Stanley Miller and Mr. and Mrs. Noah Shock spent Sunday evening in the Jonas Cripe home. Mr. and .Mrs. Sim -Lewallen, Hazel Gants and Dick Knox took supper Tuesday evening with Mr. and Mrs. Milford Gose of Kimmel. Mr. and Mrs. Fredric Kuhn spent Sunday with her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Elmo Shock. Mrs. Myrtle Mishler of Roan spent Tuesday with Mrs. Elmo Shock. Dora Carrier and wife of New Paris called on Jennie Caris the past week. Reuben Mock and daughter were Sunday afternoon callers at the Virgil Mock home near New Paris. Roy Koontz and family of Mishawaka were over night guests at the George Auer home Saturday evening. Mike Kuneff of Mishawaka and Arnold LeCount spent Sunday in the Joe Smith home. Quite a number from this vicinity attended services at North WebsterFriday evening. Joe Smith and wife spent Sunday with Allen Smith and family. Irvin Coy and wife called at the Eldon Wyland and Joe Smith home Monday evening. DISMAL Mrs. Clara Bobeck of Topeka spent last week with Miss Tilda Bobeck and other relatives in the Dismal. Mrs. Emma Lung of Cromwell visited recently with Merrit Lung and family. Mr. and Mrs. Lee Lung spent Sunday evening with Dora Clingerman and wife. Roy Wilkinson and Miss Katie Bitner were married in South Bend Saturday and are on a Wedding trip in the southern part of the state and will visit the Century of Progress. Mr. and Mrs. Wayne Avery of Cincinnati, 0., spent a part of last week in the Lon Burley home. Mr. and Mrs. Joe Beckelhannner of Covington are the parents of a daughter, Evaline Janette, born September 11. Mrs. Becklehammer was formerly Miss Gladys sonMr. and Mrs. Claus Bobeck and Harold were guests of Dora Clingerman and wife Sunday, SOUTHSHORE Mr. and Mrs. John Murphy and son of South Whitley spent Sunday with Lester Mock ana family. Mrs. Jordon and Mrs. Snepp and Mr. and Mrs. James Traster spent Sunday evening with Mr. and Mrs. Bert Searfoss. Mr. and Mrs. Chester Leas of Goshen spent Sunday afternoon with Mrs. Jordon and Mrs. Snepp. Mr. and Mrs. Bert Searfoss, Mrs. Minnie Kline, son George, daughter Verna spent Sunday with Roy Niles and family. Mra. Fred Searfoss, Mrs. Allen Ritter and Mrs. Dewey LeCount called on Mrs. Bert Searfoss Wednesday afternoon. FOUR CORNERS. Mr. and Mrs. LaTone Jenson spent Sunday at the home of Mr. and Mrs. Vick Fuller of Milford. John Callander assisted Wm. Grieger’s FANCY GROCERIES Phone 15 Free Delivery CASH • Soda Crackers, 1 2 POUNDS laFV JELLOS 4 Packages. Bakers Cocoa 1 *■3 pound, ivV COCOA NUT, 11 r RAKER’S, pkg. LAV BUTTER, 97 r COFFEE, GRIEGERS SPECIAL, La I V Soap, 1 (L* P. & G., 7 bars L W Crackers, GRAHAM, 2 lbs IvU FRESH PERCH SUGGESTIONS California Peas, Green Beans, Delicious Cold Meats by Swift’s or a Dressed Spring Chicken Cabbage, In Fact, All Kind of Vegetables. WE DELIVER

Hartleb at making hay Monday. Mrs. Ida Myers and Mrs. Hoover visited over night at the home of Earl Ulery, near New Salem. Messrs and Mesdames Lowe and Darr and daughters of Goshen spent a few days at the Darr cottage at Wawasee. Mr. and Mrs. V. B. Darr, Mr. and Mrs. Raymond Weyrick and two children of Mentone were visitors at the Crist Darr home Sunday. Mary Berkey of South of Milford was a caller in the home of Mary Ulery Saturday. Mesrs and Mesdames Geyer, Snyder and Darr, Mr. and Mrs. Joe Bushong and three sons went to the home of Mr. and Mrs. Charles Deilhrick of near Goshen, Tuesday evening and helped celebrate the birthday of Mrs., Deithrick. Ice cream and cakes were served and an enjoyable evening was spent. On returning home, they wished Mrs. Deitnnck many more happy birthdays. ) 0 w CONCORD were guests of Chester Stinler and family Sunday wereEverett Darr and family of Goshen, by Ivester Coy and wife of Syracuse and in the afternoon Dewey Coy and family called. In the evening Lester Shock and Miss Romaine Coy spent the evening with them. Mr. and Mrs. Lloyd Dewart called Sunday evening at the Ernest Mathews home. Miss Mildred Troup was a caller at the Jacob Bucher home Sunday evening. Mrs. Violett Tom and children, Betty, Evelyn, Everett and Emma Ann spent Sunday afternoon at the Lloyd Dewart home. Jacob Bucher and family, Ernest Mathews and wife and Tobias Fike enjoyed Sunday with Mr. and Mrs. Lawrence Dewart. Mr. and Mrs. Floyd Strieby spent Sunday with Mrs. Marie LeCount and son Corylis. Mra. Hattie Usher and two daughl, ers ’ Meriant and Gwendolyn spent Sunday afternoon at Piercetori at the Guy Bushong home. SOLOMON’S CREEK Mr. and Mrs. Harry Mcßride and son Robert spent Sunday with Mr. and Mrs. oClaud Loy of Burr Oak. Mr. and Mrs. Harry Hufman and Mrs. Lottie Berringer of Elkhart spent Thursday with Mr. and Mrs. Ed Fisher. Mr. and Mrs. Lester Hubbart

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and little son are spending a few days with Mrs. Hubbert’s mother. Mrs. George Mullin, who came, home Sunday from the Warsaw hospital where she had undergone an operation for appendicitis, is reported as getting along fine. Miss Leora and Leola Warstler and Wilma Bemiller of Middlebury called on Lois and Lola Zimmerman Sunday afternoon. Mrs. Ray Price has returned home.. from the Goshen hospital, and able to set up in a chair. Sunday school Sunday morning. C. E. and preaching Sunday even-, ing. 0 ——a The following was written by Lois Davis, daughter of Larvey Davis, who is now living with Mrs. Tillman Hire: GRANDMA WOODS. There is a lady in our towh As happy as she- can be, She is as spry, you would hardly believe, She is going on ninety-three. She reads her Bible very much, To pass the time away. She says tis’ God, who gives her strength To get about each day. She loves to have her friends come in For some are almost new, She served as president for many years. Os the W. C. T. U. I go to see her very much, I go there every day, To do whatever I can do, To help her on her way. She loves to rise in the early morn, To do -whatever is good, And spend the day in her very own way. And her name is “Grandma Wood" By Lois Davis, 6th grade There’s a difference between coming straight home and coming home straight.

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