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But he lay like a 'warrior taking his
With his martial cloak around
"Slowly and sadly we laid him down
From the field '"of his fame fresh
We carved not a line and we raised
not a stone
But we left him alone in his glory."
From the "Burial of Sir John
A COMMON SPECIES
Boy on Fence Help me back, Bill
there's a dog oyer here!
Boy on Ground (calmly) Just
what kind of a dog is it, Ted?
Boy on Fence (not so calmly)
Help me, I tell you it's the kind of
dog that won't let go my leg!
Mary Matild, 6, 636 Orleans st,
WHAT IS LOVE? DON'T YOU
KNOW? READ AND LEARN.
At last love and friendship have
been clearly defined.
The fine distinctions in affection
have been calendared by a Los An
geles schoolboy in the fourth grade,
whose essay on "Love and Friend
hip" deserves to send all previous
high-brow efforts to clarify the deli
cate shades of feeling to the scrap
Read his essay if you want to
know exactly when and why you are
in love. Here it is, just as he sub
mitted it to his delighted and amazed
"Love is when you want to hug.
Kissing goes with hugs and the more
you hug the more hugs you like to
have. That is, if it is real love hugs.
"Different when you hug mamma
"Relatives ain't real love just
necessary, and when you want some
thing. "Friendship ain't real love. It's
weaker. Friendships don't kiss, ex
cept when it's girlB, AND THEN IT
DON'T MEAN IT.
"Friendship is what you feel when
Bill lets you bite his apple. But you
don't hug Bill. You hit him on the
back and say, 'Ain't it dandy!' That's
"Father is relation. That's why
HE HAS TO BE LOVED, but not
friendship. Fathers are just kind of-s
between. But mammas are differ
ent. There ain't nothing nice mam
ma's won't do except when they
don't like what you have, done. Even
when they switch you THEY SAY
IT'S LOVE but that ain't love
where you want to hug."
It is not recorded just where or
ho,w this youngster gathered his ap
parently wide range of experience in
"love and friendship."
German prisoners of war on an
island off Auckland are prevented
from escaping by a sea filled with
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