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About Herald and news. (Klamath Falls, Or.) 1942-current | View Entire Issue (April 28, 1963)
itm.. By Jimmy Hatlo POET'S CORNER AIN'T MOTHERS dRAWP.'THEYRl Sun., April 2, 1963 ALWAYS THERE WHEN VOU ASPRAINEP WEEPEMAWP ANKLE AMC EVEN WHEN MOT BEIWSABLE I YOU PONT-. TO (SO ON THAT J AIN'T TH6V7 50-MILE HIKE THE BOOK CALLED "MEMORY" WE PLANNEPf There is a book called memory, Ana mere s writlen on every page.1 Things that happened recently, And memories covered with age. There's a memory of a girl, So young, so bright and fair, And of the boy she married For he had learned to care. Jjttmih aubS : TheyllDo It Every Time L , . UuR6 THlN,MARTHA! T.M I ji, SAY.VOUN MAN--WHATS XwHATWAsY II . . . f r"v.-" flrinf; hjit ug j ix icitchewawp wh at were lus about ' MtOIMA WAS SUhH:KINO rWM JO HOW bOOTHEO IS OUK tX" pnraTCjouisjOBWtKEi i 5LE6PIM3 fiNS THE U r YOU POIW6 WITH THIS ROLL OF I ; SUBURBIA TENSION.SO GOOD OLD FRUSTRATED PATIENT? tVELL-L-L-. 80T winKTOis IS pnOL flRL . 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' " - - . :v;' - . , , rs i v.ivc"M I i-t'.v v"s i i -v v nil rs .. i . k VUUnnftMC T r Ml I V mtmcttuct . ' IHAVEA WAc;rtrVUFTl-IIMr-5U,C-Wrt kiri TUP. UClTUCkf vu-)r--j nn-fV. I ; . . 'L tZZIL rfTJfSyf . WATCHDOG.'.' Jl V ArUINTTOAkE WITHVOURORDEH? I ORDB? WHATCNOJc' kK.WHI6TUtg(3ATAe.' 1 :s Gimr rnfrm , -i$ hsvj r- w?f : It XaUei&hper.ard it A f chriot! 1 J .Sf 1,16 I ee what the U 7ai;pp.;gaflcnij4!n5,- 2 i , , , . brin:fe (H Wo-' i v j u?cJii FarTTv i f ,r ? tr -zii : .7-J ' gseiiSSSii TJ-? Ut0'? I ".l6.- u r.i.., , l -;;tt:-: ii i v -r , sail .iLMaj:' reki. UMmmiis&mmm r7; . , r--. ... " . A FRESrtYA SWEATER.' P IM COO SHAPP y V ! Ji lrX7?T J- .fr IT conneo oomyaoN" hano wn Ml otwei? WEP op two 1 II each othei? -but the eves- f fete! feifl . lc km Hh-mrfl d w-V imp., 'mimsm Trf ira There's the memory of those ear ly days, Before the children came, When each and every day to them. Was one big happy game. And then the game was ' over, Life grew very hard, He started to drink and gamble; Depending on the turn of a card. There's the memory of the chil dren. That came along so soon. And of the toil that seemed to last Morning, night and noon. Thirteen children came along, O'er the many years, Somehow they raised them, With sweat and struggle and tears. There's the memory of the little one. As precious as the rest. Who was called to that Eternal Home. Because God thought it best. There s the memory of the later years. When the children have gone away, And again there's just the two of them. Old and wrinkled and grey. They think of the days, so long past, When their marriage stood the test, Of all the bitter days they knew, But those memories too, are best. And now the old man is also gone, The woman's left alone. To wander through the empty rooms, Of the once so busy home. She sits and looks out the win dow, Wondering why the kids don't write, The days grow longer and long er. But not half as lung as the night. Her dreams must come to a close now, Her memory book is full- As she looks bark o'er the pages. She knows it was never dull. Mary Bertram MAY It's almost May And the leaden gray Of the snow cloud hangs o'erhead. The ground lies white In the morning light As I struggle from my bed. I try to smile. But all the while I think of the lilac bud. That tries to bloom In this awesome gloom And I feel my spirits thud To a brand new low As I view the snow And think of the spring just fled. I face the day As best I may. But I wish this winter dead! Mildred L. Brashier GEORGE WASHINGTON Countrymen take courage Victory will be ours Twill be but a little while Till spring and budding flowers. Thouch winter winds are whis tling The woodlands cast in gloom Still the birds are singing Their throaty, warbling tunes Thouuh men are craving, hun gered And dying by the score We needs must keep on fighting Til we can fight no more. What can we tell our dying How can we face our dead But that our nation stroncer Since her gallant sons have bled A mighty nation risen Our heritage so proud Because our hearts were cowed Full many times I've watched you An infant yet in arms Struggling for your freedom Concerned for your alarms. I see a michtv nation Stretched forth from sa to sea A mighty new creation Of earth born men and free Trusted men of vision Who placed their faith in r.mt Men of humble spirit no oy His Brace endow l To tnumph o'er secession Iniled take her stand Old glory waving over A Iree and golden land. Ly Tabert i THE DKSJ'RT Land of the goiden sands j Where rains of winter foretell Blooming carpeu of rarest burs in oiossoming lingers sublime. T. H M-Valin
