1 THE OREGON SUNDAY JOURNAL. PORTLAND. SUNDAY MORNING, NOVEMBER 8,, 1908.
NATDR
E AROUSES ARTISTIC IDEAS IN PORTLAND SCHOOL CHILDREN
VIRBIIilA FROHl
THE OCEAN
How It Looked to an Oregon
0 Boy When He Left the
Exposition.
By Jerrold Owen, North Central . Ninth
i ti
lt was now tithe to leave. The whls
tie blew and slowly the large vessel
moved away, rrom tne city where I Had
. spent a happy year. I was leaving1 Nor
folk, un old city which still has left
many reucs or the Revolutionary war.
I rather hated to leave, yet I wished to
fo bacic to the ' west, which la my
ome.
as we steamed up the Elizabeth river
ana emerea Hampton roads, where naa
been fought the historic battle of tho
Merrimao and Monitor. - the sun was
rays slowly died away, the Jamestown
exposition, which was across the roads
from us, and which I had visited,
slowly began to light up. It was No
vember 30, 1907, the last day of the
exposition, and the last time it would
ever be illuminated. Boon all the build
ings were ablase with light, and the
giant searchlight swept the sky In- all
directions. Then, in front of us, sud
denly loomed up the white, ghostly
side of a. battleship, it was one of the
few left of the great fleet of battleships
from almost every nation on earth,
which had been there that summer.
There were few lights on deck, and the
sailors were evidently below.
Then the boat slowly, stopped, direct
ly across from the exposition, at Old
Point Comfort, a town which adjoins
Fort Monroe.. As we did so a large,
magnificent ocean-going steamship
passed ua on the way to the port we
had Just left. The rows of light from
windows and Dortholes cast gleaming
reflections on the water below.
Clustered around Old Point Comfort
were many oyster boats, so heavily
laden that they were scarcely six inches
above the water, their lights bowing
and dipping with every wave, in tne
foreground was the palatial Hotel
Chamberlain, one of the finest oh the
Atlantic coast.
Our boat remained a minute, then,
whistling, the throbbing of the engines
beneath' us was resumed, and we
steamed swiftly away. As we drew
nearer the ocean and Chesapeake bay
suddenly opened wide before us. the
.lights, even the. searchlights, aWwly
fatied away. I had taken my last
glimpse of Virginia. As I turned and
went into the salon of the ship, my ears
caught the faint, silvery tone of a bugle
blowing "laps" at old Fort Monroe. The
next morning I awoke in Washington,
Ik. C.
Football
By Grant Valck; N.
I Central, Fourth A.
it's quite a trick
A football to kick.
And very hard to
catch it;
Yet all boys say
They love to play.
And no other game
match it.
The River Danube'.
By Ethel Horner. TerwIUIgar, Fifth B
The Danube river rises in the south
ern part of the German empire. It emp
ties into the Black sea. Its length Is
1,800 miles. Along the lower Danube
are some of the Interesting parts of
Europe.
The river flows across the great plain
of Hungary, and between the Alps and
the Balkan mountains.
We are intensely interested In the
strange sights-of the Hungary plains,
because they resemble the Mississippi
valley, for they have rolling prairies
like those of Illinois and Iowa, and
again It Is flat like Nebraska and Kan
sas. We see vast crops of wheat, corn,
oats and barley, and along the Danube
river is one of the best wheat regions
in the world. M ,
The wheat barges float up and down
the river with many tons of wheat. The
floating flour-mills go up and down the
river and grind up all the wheat and
then go on. .
There are herds of horses, pigs, cat
tle and sheep along the lower Danube.
The cowboys of the Danube are al
most as lively as those of the western
plains. When they come into town
they take off their sheepskin coats, put
silk sashes around their waists and
they have overcoats with embroidered
flowers.
Art Autumn Day.
By Charles Bets, Shattuck, Eighth A.
The air Is crisp and clear, and the
birds have all flown south for the com
ing winter. The wild geese sre heard
aloft in the heavens. The trees are
dressed in their best colors of scarlet,
red, brown, yellow and gold, and in the
woods the squirrels are chattering and
gathering in their harvest ot nuts and
corn. The boys are anxious for school
to close in the afternoon, so they can
father haael nuts, and the apples hang
rom the trees, ripe and ready to be
picked for winter use. Jack Frost has
paid us a few visits, so the farmers are
busy digging their potatoes and put
ting them In the bins, and cutting their
corn and shocking it, and are starting
to husk it. The numpklns are turning
yellow, and the time for pumpkin pies
is near.
Then Thanksgiving day is near, and
the people are fattening their turkeys
and chickens so they will be fat when
the time comes. The days are growing
short and it is pleasant to, sit by the
fire in the evenings and read. The
rains will soon set in. I
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By Doris Goodell, Shattuck, Seventh B.
Of all things in this world, I would
rather be a good, true, womanly woman.
Why? For many reasons. In the first
place, what , Is the use of being a wo
man at all if one Is not good, true,
sweet and truly womanly In every way?
That was what we women were, created
for.
It is the man's place to do the work,
to make the plans; we women are to
bring, comfort and happlness--to smooth
over the rough places and auppiy the
peace and harmony of life.
A woman who is loved and henered
for her gentleness, unselfishness and
sweet, amiable, pleasing disposition
that seems to me the greatest; thing a
girl could work for. . -
Of course, there are many women who
are compelled to work: to support them
selves. But must they be hard, heart-,
less ereaturea as so many of them seem?
Why An't they remain sweet and gen
tle? Is business such a hardening
tthfftgf ' If so, I hope I will never have
VO uecome a ousinew wgmwi.
Then there Is the woman who takes
up music or art for pleasure. She may
be sweeter, gentler, In a way, than the
working woman-but I have often won
dered if she is not the least 4)1 1 selfish.
"A Peaceful 8cene"-
-Drawn by Irene Strowbrldge,
Ninth A.
I love muaic myself and enjoy good
pictures also,' but some way or other It
seems to me mat musicians ana artists
run their profession Into the ground.
They get selfish and care for, live for,
nothing else. Of course there are ex
ceptions, as with the working woman,
and everything else, but I mean -with
women in general.
But in spite of the exceptions, I think
that if a girl works to be a real wo
manly woman first, she can be some
thing else later If the occasion demands
it.
TLc Book and the Pencil
By Pauline Quappe, Shattuck, Seventh A.
It was a dark windy night and nobody
was in the schoolroom. All the children
had gone home in the early part of the
day.
A book was lying on the floor and a
pencil that dropped from one of the
desks was lying near.
When the wind had quieted down and
the rain had ceased on the outside, a
squeaky litis voice was heard from
where the pencil lay. It was talking
about the children:
- "Oh, those horrid children," It said.
"What is wrong," asked the book,
"have they cut you again?"
"My lead is almost gone and my
wood is all cut to pieces.
"I'm very sorry for you," said the
book.
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A Japanese Boy's Idea of Hallowe'en By K. Shingo Shattuck School,
Second A.
"I know you are," said the pencil, "for
?ou look as If you had been illused,
oo."
"Tea," sadly answered the book. "I
have been treated very badly in my last
journeya"
"Have you ever been anywhere else?"
asked the pencil with a growing cur
iosity. "Yes, I have travel eB very far In my
short days," answered the book.
"Tell me of your life," begged the
pecil.
"Some other time I will," said the
book, "but it is growing daytime and
the children will soon be here."
"Did you ever have another mistress
besides this one?" tfsked the pencil.
"Yes, a very kind one," answered the
book, "but the girl who owns me now
sticks pins in me and throws me on the
floor."
The wind began to blow again and
panes, so the voices could not be heard
tne rain came nanennjr on tne window
any longer. I
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A Manual Training Class la Action,
SHATTUCK, NORTH CENTRAL, TERWILLIGER SCHOOLS
A Bear Experience
By Boy Lopham, North Central, Ninth B.
Last summer 1 spent my vacation
on a homestead of my father's in the
Cascade mountains.
My brother, a friend of ours, and I
went up a week in advance of the
others. - ' ' "
We were supposed to stay at home
and take care of the farm, but the "call
qj the wild" was too much for us, and
so a day after we had arrived ' found
us on a camping trip for the purpose
of hunting and fishing. -
We went to the very head of a little
valley, through which a trout stream
flowed, and made camp.
. On the way up the valley, we had
met a settler who told us that there
had been several bears killed In the
vicinity. v '
The boys began to cook supper, and
as I was not considered mucn or a
cook, I took my shotgun and went out
to look around. I loaded my" gun with
buckshot and started up a trail to look
for game. I had not gone 100 yards,
North
when what was my horror to behold
in the brush not CO feet away, but a
monstrous black bear. My hair stood
on end, my knees knocked together,
and I trembled from head to foot.
would have fled, but , t remembered
that I had sworn to shoot at the first
bear I saw. With my heart in my
mouth, I raised my gun, shot my eyes
and fired. As soon as I recovered the
use of my legs and lungs, I ran with
al my might, and came tearing into
camp yelling,- "A bear! a bear!" at the
top of my voice. . Of .. course this, caused
a great commotion. My brother would
have taken first prise In a' sprinting
match, and the other boy lay flat be
hind a stump.
- At last after we had recovered from
the shock, we loaded our guns . and
proceeded towards the brush where the
carcass lay. Approaching cautiously,
We beheld a large black stump with a
hole' torn In the bark. W surveyed
it sadly for some time, and then went
back to dine off a chunk of fat bacon.
Mirth.
Tom and Harry were p!flng marbles
on the corner last evening when Harry
suddenly looked up to say "Qood even
ing" to a lady who was passing by.
"Who's that lady?" inquired Tom.
"She's no lady she's my teacher,"
answered his partner.
Being asked to tell what he knew
about cattails, a little fellow said, "I
knew a cat that had nine cattails."
"I wanted to bring you a carnation
today, but mother wouldn't let me," said
a little girl to her teacher. "I'll bring
you one when it la wilted, though."
During a recitation in civics last
week a principal stated to his class: "I
can't tell you who Iam going to vote
for, as I never tell my poltlcal beliefs
in school." Smiles were seen on the
faces of the children because while
making the statement, the principal had
unconsciously displayed a button on his
vest containing the picture of his fa
vorite candidate.
Finding some nuts on her desk when
she entered the room. Miss B asked
the name of the donor. A little fellow
raised his hand. "Thank you," said
Miss B., "It was very kind of vou to
give them to me." "I didn't like them."
remaraea tne ooy. i
just couldn't eat
them."
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And hand In hand, on the edge of the sand
They danced by the light of the moon." . ,
Drawn by Rita Resing, North Central, Fifth B.
Tlianksgivmg Books
By Jessie Millard, Publlo Library.
CONCEBNING ORIGIN AND CUSTOMS
Austin, J. G. First Thanksgiving
Day in New England. (See her Stan
dish of Standlsh, p. 876-287.)
Beard, L., and Beard, A. B. Thanks
giving entertainments. (See their Amer
ican Girl's Handy Book, p. 802-314.)
Qordy. W. F. Miles Standlsh and the
Pilgrims. (See his American Leaders
and Heroes, p. 84-80.)
Hawthorne, N. Puritans and the Lady
Arabella. (See his Grandfather's Chair,
p. 6-14.)
Smith, N. A. First Thanksgiving
Day. (See.Wlggln, K. D., Story Hour,
p. 107-114.)
STORIES.
Alcott, L. M. Old-Fashioned Thanks
giving. Aicott, L. M. Old-Fashloned Thanks
giving. (See St. Nicholas, v. lx, p.
Andrews, Jane Thankslving T$iy.
(See her Only a Tear, p. 7-iU.)
Coolldge. Susan Chusey. (In her
New Tear's Bargain, p. 178.)
Coolldge, Susan Helen's Thanksgiv
ing. (In her Round Dozen, p. 47.)
Coolidge, Susan Mischiefs Thanks
giving. Guerber. H. M. A. First American
Thanksgiving. (In her Story of the
Thirteen Colonies, p. 113-117 )
Hawthorne. N. John Ingleflelds
Thanksgiving. (See his Snow Image, p.
213-220.) v
Howclls, W. D. Turkeys Turning the
Tables and Pumpkin Glorv. (See his
v.uuoiMias every JJay, p. 25-47. 71-107.)
ixinerington, Alice Grandmas
iimuRBKiving etory. (in Half a Hun
dred. Stories, p. 11Q-113
Moulton, L. L. C. Tom Thanksgtv
lof'l23S)e" N6W Bedtlme Stories, p
Smith, N. P. W. Thanksgiving on a
farm. (See her Jolly Good Times, p
256. )
Trotter, A. M Dorothy Dot's Thanks-f'-26.1'
Nicholas, v. xvii, p.
Ann. Mary Her Two Thanksgivings.
(In her Young Lucretia, p. 37.)
POETRY.
T!'.ld' V -;r:T,ha.nk8slvln Day- (See
viiiLi.ii3i b iiiiu tIie, p. 13J-133.)
im now, u. a. (In her Pieces for
Avery uciasron, p. ai.f-abil )
Sangster, M. E. Beads for a Name.
(See her Little Knights and Ladies, p.
Elsie's Thanksgiving, p. US.
The Water BeetJps.
By Oliver Chenoweth. North Central.
Fifth R
One winter, when I lived in Rtnnif-
mere was a nig mua puddle In the
airt-ei ttooui a. diock away rrom our
nouse. lne dovs (lovtA ther unrtsH intn
the puddle and caught tho water beetles
that were there. So I thought I would
try and catch one. When I -nn irvin.
the first thing I knew I Mi headlong
into It. My sister was trying to get
me out and she fell In too. and w both
got good and wet. Then my father
came and got us out, and when we got
home I had no dry clothes in the
house, so I had to sro to bed. I did
not stay there long, because I got In
bed pretty quick and mamma dried
them.
But we got some of the beetles any
way. The beetles are a greenish-vellw
on the back and yellow on the breast.
Some of the boys caught them and took i
them to school.
Mrs. Snow White s Family
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Mra, Snow White's Family By Hilda
By Hilda Kshnhauser, Shattuck, Three A. .
Mrs. Snow White was a nretty. white
hen. She wanted a family of little Snow
Whites. One day Aunt Mary put 13 eggs
in a warm, cosy nest. In the hall. Then
Mrs. Snow White spread her pretty
wings over them and was happy. She
sat on the eggs for days and days to
keep them warm. . One way., she heard
a peeping and cracking, and all theeggs
cracked open, and out came little, fluffy,
yellow balls. Now she thought she was
THE PUSSY CAT
The Moon.
By Bertha Richardson, Shattuck. Ninth.
One evening In the summer I went out
for a short walk. I was too much
wrapped up in my own thoughts to think
of the beautiful evening, As I. passed
under a tree I heard a whisper, arid look
ing up I saw the moon looking through
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Landscape Scene Drawn by William
the branches, upon the earth. I was not
a little surprised when she looked down
at me and smiled and said:
"Behold me. I am the daughter of
the Sun, a fairy princess who comes out
at night to make mortals happy. In the
daytime my maid, the light, covers me
with a musty veil, and I sleep. But as
soon as the enchanting hours of even
ing come my dear mother. Nature, comes
to me and says: 'Little daughter, be up
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The Land Where Snowcapa Are Real
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and stirring, for It's time you were mak
ing the shadowy night beautiful with
your moonbeams.' I then put aside my
misty covering and send sweet messages
to the earth. Mortals do not often ap
preciate my efforts until a dark night,
when all my kindred and 1 have a ban
quet and stay within our palace,"
I felt In a better mood after that mes
sage and from that evening forth hve
enjoyed tho chaste companionship of the
moon.
Kuhnhausen.) Shattuck, Third A.
ready to leave the nest.
Then nhc took her little Snow Whites
behind the earn 4t see- something of the
world. There was a little brook. She
thought there might be some bugs, and
gnats for her family. When they got to
the brook, she heard splaah! splash! and
there she saw 13 little bodies In: the
water. Poor Mrs. Snowj White! .She
thought what funny, funny ehtldren they
were. She did mot know that Aunt Mary
called thorn ducks. . a ;
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EucLlicIian Oil
By Fenton Ford, North Central Sixth A.
In southeastern Alaska, the Indians,
use a great deal of fish oil. They get
this oil from a fish about six inches
long called Euchlichan. They use the
oil for eooklng, as we would lard, to
epread on their bread as we would but
ter and to preserve fruit as we would
sugar. '
I will tell you about a visit I made
to their euchlichan grounds when they
were making this oil.
We left home early in the morning,
taking some lunch with us. We walked
over eight miles on an old Indian trail
along, the Chllcat river. We found a
farty of Indians camped and making oil.
t was in May and the river was full
of these fish. The Indians take their
seines and canoes and fish until tbey
get a canoe full, then they bring them
to the shore., take a fresh canoe and go
for more.
They dig a round hole In the ground
about four feet deep and from eight to
twelve feet across. They line this hole
with grass and put the fish Into it, let
ting them stay there in the hot sun un
til they are all rotted, which is about
10 days. Then they dip the fish out of
the pits into an old canoe filled with
hot rocks. The fish then all go to oil
Except their head and bones. Thev put
this oil into cans, bottles, barrels or
anything and carry It home fo winter
use.
We saw about 25 pits and about 25
or 80 canoes full of fish. It was very
interesting to watch them, but it smelled
bad. that is why they have their euch
lichan so far from home.
When we had watched them long
enough we hired an Indian man to take
us home in nis canoe. The Chllcat Is a
beautiful river and we had a fine time.
It was almost o'clock when we reached
home. We did not care for any more
fish oil after that.
Tbe King of the Golden
River
By Pearl Ward, Terwllllger, Ninth A.
In a secluded and mountainous part
of Stirta there was in olden times a
valley of the most surprising and luxur
iant fertility. It was surrounded on all
sides bv lofty mountains rising into
peaks which were always covered with
snow, and from which a number of
streams flowed in constant cataracts.
When It was eloudy everywhere else,
the sun jshone here, and it- had rain
when there was rain nowhere else. Be
cause the fruits, wines, vegetables and
other things which grew here were bet
ter than elsewhere, it was commonly
called the Treasure valley.
Three brothers lived In this valley
Hans, Schwarts and Gluck. Hans and
Schwartz were' very ugly, with small
eyes, which were always half shut, and
heavy eyebrows. They never gave any
thing, not even to the hungry people,
and tnany would atarye on thetr . door
step without any thought or considera
tion from them.
Gluck was very different from his
older brothers In appearance and dispo
sition. He was fair, with soft blue
eyes. He would go hungry to give to
others, and was generous in many other
ways,
Then there came a wet summer, and
the oountry around Treasure valley was
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Holden, North Central, Ninth B.
completely destroyed, but as usual
everything was well In the Treasure
valley, and Hans and Schwarts.were as
cruel as ever. One day when little
Gluck was left to mind the . roast, he
was startled, by a double knock at the
door. Wondering who would dare to
knock twice, he went to the window
and looked out. and his eyes bulged
with surprise, for he saw the most ex
traordinary little gentleman he ever
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By Aline Johnson, North Central,
A.
saw. He was 4 feet 6, and clad in the
dress of the olden times. He asked
Gluck to let him in. And he was so
wet and cold, kind-hearted Gluck could
not refuse. He told Gluck he was
Southwest Wind, Esq., the king of the
Golden river.
How the Boys Saved the Train.
By Bertha Helgren, Vernon, Grade 4A.
One afternoon three boys went out
for a wallc on the railroad track. Dur
ing the night there had been a hard
snow storm, and It had washed part of
the track away. The boys saw what
the storm had done, and as It was too
late to run up town and telephone to
the station they decided to act quickly.
One boy took off his coat, setting
fire to It, and waved It In his hand.
The engineer saw the -signal and he
stopped the train just in time.
When they saw what the boys had
done, one rrtan collected money from
the people, and they gave all the money
to the boys, but the boys would not
take it The boys said they did not
do it to get money,, but to save the
people.
TAajLL &tttt
WriUngS and Picture By Carl
WEST HIGH
ACTION
Students Interested in 3Iany
Enterprises Debate
Live Questions.
On Thursday afternoon, the Girts"
Glee club met for the purpose of com-'
pleting their organization. It was def
initely decided that they should meet
after school every Tuesday, in the jitu
dio of Mrs. Walter Reed, who la to
be the director of the glee club. . Mrs.
Reed also hae the boys' chorus In
charge. It Is expected that better re
sults wlU be obtained by . having the
boys and girls separate than by having '
them together as they were last year.
There Is only one more week before
mid-term and owing to the Teachers'
Institute ana Thanksgiving recess the
following week will be a vacation. This
is not at all unwelcome.
Under the direction of the teachers
of the commercial department, there is
being organized 4 commercial club, In
the high school. The purpose of the
club is to help one another in business
methods and ways, and to create a so
cial relation among the students, ttt
that department. The club meets every
Friday, after school. Friday the organ
ization was completed.
The second Issue of The Cardinal was
out on Friday and presented a pleasing
appearance. The,-various sketches were
clever touches from tho brushes of the
art department and the stories were
lively and interesting. Many stated that
they thought it by far the best Cardinal
that has been published for some time,
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The program given by the Fhllolex
lans, on Friday, was as follows: A
talk, on the reawakening of modern,
China, by Carolyn Friendly; debate; re
solved, that the United States, Janan
and England should form an alliance
for the purpose of controlling the Chin
ese trade. The affirmative was upheld
by Ada May Bigger and Jean Wolver
ton. the negative by Nellie Hemenway
and Caroline Wurtemburger. The af
firmative won; Kipling's poem, "Reces
sional" was delivered by Eva Magulre,
The new members taken into the ,Phll.
blexlans were Bertie Chan, Lela Shina .
berger. Janet Morris, Sadie Williams
and Eva Roach.
The Adelphians gave a-very interest
ing program along the same theme as
last week. Mr. Everson gave an inter
esting description of New York immi
grants. Miss Coleman read a' paper on
"Philanthropy and Social Progress." The
question of r'the Housing of the Poor,"
was ably handled by Althea Hembree.
A debate, resolved, that the - tramp
should be compelled to labor on pub
lic works, then followed. The Supporters
of the affirmative were: Elisabeth Busn
and Mr. Una; of the negative were: Mil
dred Clemens and Mr. McCoVkle, The
negative won.
Horace Miller, William Lai, Harry
Ding and Rose Bickering were taken
into the Adelphians.
Vhat Became of tke
Dollar?
By Lewis Graham, Shattuck, Fifth B.
One morning a dollar fojind itself
Away up high upon a shelf;
Up he jumped and away he rolled,
For if he didn't he would bet a oold.
He was going around and around and .
around
When all of a sudden he fell on the
ground;
Up he jumped and down he fell,
But where he went no one can telL
The Fox and the Stork.
By Walter Hudson, Terwilliger, Third B.
The Fox and the Stork were great
friends.
One day the Fox invited the Stork to
a tea party. The Stork was pleased.
He went to the Fox's house. When he
got here he saw two flat dishes with
soup In hem. He Could not eat it and
as the Fox lapped his up he laughed at
the Stork because he could not eat it.
One day afterwards the Stork Invited
the Fox to corrre and have dinner with
him. And so the Fox went to the
Stork's house. When he got there he
only saw two very tall bottles. In '
them he saw some nice mince meat
but he could not eat It The Stork '
with his long bill reached down In the
bottle and ate It. The Fox could only
lick around the top of the bottle.
He became very angry.
The Stork felt sorry for the Fox
and emptied, the mine meat Into a flat .
dish so he could eat it. And then the
Fox was sorry because ha had treated
the Stork so badly. r
Oral Stories by tittle Tot.
Story of a Monkey, by Phillip Martin,
Couch, Grade 1A, Age Six Years.
(The suggestion for this voluntary
composition was received by hearing the
teacher, tell a true incident about a
monkey. The reproduction is as nearly -verbatim
as possible.
Once upon a time 1 saw monkey At
a place where there was a lot of mon
keys back east. This monkey hang him
seir on a telephone wire. Then h
swings h Itself like a tree: you know
how a tree goes, don't yout Then I threw
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stem, an' nit an7 all, And that's the end
of my story.
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