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About Herald and news. (Klamath Falls, Or.) 1942-current | View Entire Issue (July 14, 1963)
By Jimmy Hatlo POET'S CORNER A VERY DEAR SPOT .May God bless this dear spot. Where Mom and Dad are lying; They seem so lonely and alone That is why my eyes are crying. Stars look down on their graves. Sunday, July 14. 1963 Page 4 HentU ai3fto$ ; They'll Do It Every Time Jl S. TaSH.'DSCElVS MYU. ( E6AO,lKAi.L I BOV, WHAT A SATTIW AVKAA6 V MIRi.'TAKETMiSAND ! 1 V ' FELLOW SCIENTISTS I lFNn ffcll THAT HOOKIE S OOT.' cl"r-CMrt I .MOVE OUT BEFORE 1 6BT ill I I F lOu WANT OKB 1 I . , - . . .. . I uc - -c ctl-ATli rw -mp J THt ' 7T HE MAP Jl i , Jr'jy1 V fc&rf& MVSHm, THAT'LL BLAST We "iUT"r"T,J ?T ViATT, P.Ei-REAP.LiTHE JVMm Vl?r3fe.' l7 T VY CMiANOAtMOUT) '7,' j"!,?, .77, I loJT 9AV' "" WHTS AT V RECIPES ALOME THAN HAV5 j fV5 MVJf,6 VTIfff"- JSi . . ,J(4 J OFTU'BOVS MACRl 6 V Ml 0N 6KILL,WlTrt l -SPEAK DlS- A ABOUT or CASEY, THERE! TO PUT UPwlTH AM APPLB J & f&.' 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IN MY MffTOPC YEAHS. 1 AN EflPLVl I IN TUB OLD 3VS. PSCHAPsI HUT 1 can see their names on a stone; I pray that they are with Him, Our Master, on His throne. Humbly they followed in His steps, Ever remembering that fatal day; When they will go lo their Eter nal Home. In that land, so far away. As they sleep side by side, As the months and years go by; A Century is but a moment, In Eternity in the sky. In my house there are many mansions, And I pray one, they have se cured; Their reward for following Him And the sorrows they have en dured. Let us now ask them they can hear Wherever the Angels sing; And pray that they will remember To ask God to be remembering. CJH 'NEATH THE OLD OAK TREE I wandered down the lane dear. The one e used to tread; Naught is left but memories, since You are numbered w ith the dead. I lingered 'neath the oak my oear, But my tears begin to flow: There you promised to be my wife I said "I love you so." But now you have left me dear, And I am lonely and alone; My heart is broken forever Since you 'have gone Home. I saw the blossoms by the road, A cardinal begin to sing; I lingered by the oak dear I gave to you my ring. You are ever in my mind, It matters not where I go; Every little whisnerina breeze Says "Darling, 1 love you so." Now that you have gone away, How desolate is my heart; In memory I hold you tight, 'Tis then the tears start. CJH ML'SIC Where are the rollicking bands I heard in childhood davs? They were leading every parade i-eopie expectefl no other way. Has time changed so swiftly That music is seldom heard? Even in most of nur hnmes This part is just for the birds. Years ago social Catherines Were incomplete without a song. vvinie someone chorded the organ The fiddle screeched along. Has TV replaced all of this? Must we all change our life too Sitting tense and staring Till each program is through? The future I cannot predict I must only live day by day. Yet I hope old-fashioned music Is just taking a holiday. Jennie Charles SONGS OF PRAISE "Lord, I'll serve thee every day In such a lovely, charming way I'll be a (lower with sweet per fume To wreathe your path or grace your room! Or else, I'll be a bird to sing Wi'.h silver flute, on scarlet wing! Unnoticed tasks are not for me A flame of glory, I will be; I will cling close to your side. And you will be the glorified!" With beauty both of bird and lower. Shj charmed them through the sacred hour; Clad in cowl oh scarlet dress. She sang of truth and holi ness ! Another came with contrite heart To ask if he might have a part ITo sort the trash, or sweep the oust. Or build the fires, or scour the rust. I0r see that classes start on time, Or serve, perhaps, in other clime I A vessel honored or disdained. Of prominence, or else restrained. hSeeking neither praise nor place. Lontent to jhare the fruits of grace. This one in his quiet way went about from dav tn du Helping others do their best; His song-the love within his breast ! Eleanor Harvey t
