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P i h r i. , f Armour Star label of the world' graat guarantee of quality! v L- Tr" J g : I N A i you know it's good 1 5VJHF Th Armour Star label I f J it one of the world' graat T G&J$'fiQS of this nQwsBippr for news and price announcements by the local merchants who feature products advertised in tin JVM tescgJ fteir tigbtcreao Tb&y woofcd aaap so easily! 3 i i A ' JEL? V I F, ; S;7?fe 5 V, A. Motfttrtt Art by tfincnt SuiSS t smelled of chQlJJ gnel wat) -wcasl and tejrj&s. ThQ net? gbtgil staQdin very still hDfarU &fl claf9. That vq3 the fiiP tftift yarn, liWti about hor thgb 6k0 StOflt S l2Pc3 and proud. The second t&hvj ft tfirdJ she was such a little girl. Her raincona was faded and sizes too big for her. On her first day in a new fourth grade she must have be?n both scared and excited, but the only evidence was the way her bright brown eyes moved about, examining everything. 14 Family Weekly. February 2, 195S Ply -i II It I I; &e tachr $oat h$r dteg t$lging to thft principal. Tliair voices 'Qr$ low, Sub ctcggjcBalli' e ghrfleO coy Id be htWrd: "... not hfife tfiOS're sSiSi tO . . . tP fest . . . n$e fflmily, in ejt9 of . . ." booking eU t&aso aovs o ixcatjy Qirl rcyisi rwrifcniy sa dat dOcofi irTDk lio tiDwxa. Ste to1 ftet taxa 53 xQt curlj nor skLai) iifea bid) )3Qj', but moi to(joso erjurl ed!)rafetdx !E&r blouse had a gaft c(w as d-esdSfccP aftd one of the butCffl5 Qjfiti tisfejQ. Her skirt was cut do$U CCnUb of her sister Lily's. A girl in a front trj& srQ a locket on a gold chain. The light struck it and made it burn with yellow fire. The girl was wearing a pale-blue, fuzzy sweater. Lily had pointed out sweaters like that to her. "That's angora," Lily had said. "It's very expensive, and it feels soft as a kitten's fur." The teacher came over to her. "I'm Miss Kirsten, your new teacher," she said. "I hope you like our fourth grade." The girl pulled her eyes away from the angora sweater and smiled shyly at the teacher and the principal. "I'm sure you'll be happy here," the principal said. When she left, the door clattered loudly behind her. Miss Kirsten turned to the class and said, "Class, this is Marcy Graham, our new pupil. Say 'Hello' to Marcy, class." "Hello, Marcy," the class chorused. "Would you like to hang up your coat, Marcy?" Miss Kirsten asked. "Yes," she answered. A few giggles rippled the quiet and Marcy flushed. They stopped when Miss Kirsten said, "Leona, would you show Marcy where to hang her coat?" The girl with the locket stood up. "Yes, Miss Kirsten," she said. She was taller than Marcy and her yellow hair curled around her face. "It's out here," she said, leading the way. Marcy followed eagerly. Maybe this will be my friend, she thought, my first friend in this school! "The cloakroom was dark. There was one window high in the wall. Gray light showed the black iron coat hooks stuck out like crooked fingers. Marcy took of! her raincoat. "That's an ugly raincoat," Leona said. And then, when Marcy didn't answer, "What's the matter with you, are you deaf? What do you say when I say that's an ugly raincoat?" "I say it isn't," Marcy answered in a low voice, turning to face her. The ach ing hurt grew into a slow anger. Lily had given this coat to her. It was the fifit rCQl raincoat h$ hgd ver hgri. "It & tc2). And you'rft an ugly giri." Ljajflrjl 9US)d -i& her KgndS on hOr hi$$ lg gtentad fflP op3'"t. "ou cfln'fc fiang youPfcrflt kflPO." She 8intad fcC &8 Staff fwccft, fTio d$9r& "Iian ife cajfir EtoJ56." JJ3& wt& ffCji flu cty ttofoit? i gill $&2 3(y nCrroaOd tftifiot enialj, Raofl thrown up, lips parted. On tear spilled over, but she Wiped it quic&ly away. "Cry-baby, cry-baby," Leona taunted. "Don't call me names," Marcy said in a tense low tone, holding the other youngster with her eyes. oi Marcy turned once more to hang her coat on the hook. She had to stand on the shelf meant to hold rubbers and books. Her foot kicked against some thing hard. "That's my violin! Don't you touch my violin case!" Leona said. She gr&tfoed the case and held it tightly. Marcy's eyes burned. "I didn't see it," she said, clenching her teeth. For a moment they looked steadily at each other, measuring. I won't let you make me angry, Marcy was think ing, I won't, I won't, I won't. Her eyes were bright, her cheeks flushed, but she didn't move until Leona put down the case and turned away. Marcy followed her back to the classroom. Miss Kirsten looked up as they en tered. "You may sit there, Marcy," she said, pointing to a seat near the win dows. "Thank you, Leona." As Marcy went to her seat, she saw Leona whisper something to the girl beside her and laugh. "Class," Miss Kirsten was saying, "remember what I told you about the recital this afternoon." She looked at Marcy. "We have recitals every month at Brookwood. This afternoon our class is presenting it. You'll enjoy hearing your new classmates." Miss Kirsten smiled. "Leona plays the violin very well." Marcy saw Leona lower her eyes and smile proudly. "And Mack is going to recite 'The Charge of the Light Brigade.' Perhaps next time you'll be able to take part, too, Marcy." "J"he bell rang for lunch and Marcy stood up to file out with the others. Miss Kirsten called her to the desk. "I want to give you your books now," she said, taking some from the cabinet. "These are yours until June. You may put them in your desk for the time being." By the time Marcy came through the line with her lunch tray, there was only one seat vacant at her class's table. Leona was on the same bench, but there wre two girls between them and Marcy didn't look her way. "Hello," said the boy across from hr. He had a lot of frccglcs and 0 U'icfe t8thed smile. "Hello," she ffcid. Sfi9 remembered Q Ft in fron$of hQv. "TEhere did you o fefoiQ pta cQ&Q here?" he as&ed. "We lived in Albany," Mgrcy an swered. "I went to James Monroe." He sipped noisily at his igilk. "They used to have strawberry milk last year," he said. "Do you like straw berry or chocolate?" "I like plain," she answered. "I never tasted strawberry." She felt her anger melting away. Maybe this boy could be her friend! Then she heard Leona call derisively, "Look who's talking to Marcy Graham!" "What's wrong?" Mack inquired. "Nothing. If you want to talk to her." Leona laughed. "What's the matter with her?" Mack said, sliding along the bench until he was across from Leona. Leona whispered behind her hand across the table and Mack laughed. He reached his hand back in front of Marcy and pulled his tray over and then whis pered back to Leona and they both laughed out loud. Marcy's face burned. She concen trated on eating her lunch, but she kept thinking, "I hate you, I hate you, I hate you." When the bell rang she was first in line and when they lined up behind her, laughing and pushing each other but not talking to her, she felt the tears start. She reached in her pocket for her handkerchief, then remembered she had left it in her coat. As they marched along the corridor she bit her lip to keep from crying and when they got to the classroom she went into the cloakroom first to get her handkerchief. The hook where Marcy had hung her coat was bare. She saw it in a small heap on the floor. The coat was dusty and wrinkled as if someone had walked on it. "It was Leona," she whispered in the darkness. "I know it was her." Absently, .she brushed off her coat and hung it carefully. When she stepped up on the shelf her foot touched the violin case again. She sat down on the shelf beside it and ran her hands over the dark leather. The gold lock glinted in the dim light. It felt cold and hard under her fingers. When it snapped open, the click startled her. The violin was a rich, shiny brown and lay in dark red velvet. The wood was smooth and warm. The strings stretched taut under her finger. They would snap with a ping, she thought. The strings made a thin humming noise as she stroked them. Bxperimentelly, M&rcy tOsted their tightness. They would snap so asily! But the violin was beautiful 8v8n if it was Leono's. She strogad th(J fsGl onc9 mora "Phe feOl oP it, tfe ricQHOfi) of the velvet 0gftjn9t tfta glOQttin wood, the wjjy the lovely curves of the instrument fitted into the matching curves of the leather case touched and softened the hard thing inside Marcy. She sighed and closed the case. The lock made a loud click in the quiet cloakroom. Marcy didn't care. Family Weekly, February 2, 1958 15 STOP PMN INSTANTLY COMBAT INFECTION PROMOTE HEALING WITH 800THIN8 Campho- Phenique LIQUID tree it for FEVER BLISTERS COLD SORES, ft GUM B01L3 Not only do fever blisters heal faster, but the same thing happens when Cam-pho-Phenlque Is used on cold Bores, gum bolls. Wonder fully soothing too. for minor burns, poison Ivy, Itching; of Insect bites. 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