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•-Edited by Foster Edwards-* ' m im I _ , r |L ' —. Students At Isaac Bear Prove Able Young Poets Today, we give you something dif ferent for this column. Poetry- And poetry which has everything: clever Ideas, good meter, punch, socko and oomph. Poetry has never been, it seems, good reading for the masses. There is something too fragile about it, too pretty—and obscure. To maihtain our modicum of culture too many of us wade through a volume of verse now and then merely to assure our selves, and anyone who listens, that poetry is some pumkins and simply nothing at all, don’t you know. Then there are, bless, be, a wide circle of genuine verse readers who can feel the music of the song smiths. A good poem, like a good cry, is a good thing. It’s like trying on a new hat. Our souls are swept up and on as new courage takes hold. No authority of poetry, we mere ly point out here that we like laugh ter in our verse. A hidden twinkle, a soft burst of joyous chatter, a straightforward tale blended with rhyme is just our speed. Thus we report that the following poems are, to put it in the vernacular, right down our alley. The only trouble, alas, there are so few of them to read. The Isaac Bear students have the floor this Sunday so— If I Only Had a Brain If I had brains like Washington, Or maybe some like Lee I’d probably never flunk a grade And never make a “C.” Some folks say I’m all crazy, And some say I’m not in my right mind, But to tell you the truth There’s something I wish— And that’s to be good all the time. I think I know my English from nouns to verbs, , And I hope I know all my Latin words. But there's one class that puzzles me, you see, That’s when I go to three-o-eight for history. —Kathleen Guthrie, 8A1. My Shadow Last night as I was sneaking down the creaky stairs I thought I saw a man in white, but it was just a chair. I went into the kitchen to eat a midnight snack, And then I really saw it—a great big thing in black! My gosh, oh me, oh was I scared! I hid under the table and bump ed my head; And then it vanished out of sight As soon as I turned out the light. I ran upstairs in hopes to hide And there it was, right at my side! Then I stopped—and much for the better For then I realized—it was just my shadow! —Carolyn Holland, 8A1. My Dream House I want my house upon a hill With grass and flowers all around; Violets, larkspur, and friendly daf fodils And a weeping willow that touches the ground. Not a two-story house or a big bungalow, But just a little cottage painted white as snow. With a long, wide porch with a swing and glider, Shaded by a big oak growing tal ler and wider. —Betty Marie Grant, 8A1, Winter Autumn has come and gone; The days are short and the nights are long. The sun sets below a scarlet line— Once again its bleak, cold winter time. Out of the house and into the enow Away on our sleds a flying we go, For winter with its icy hand Has painted a winter wonderland. —Betty Jean Marshburn, Grade 6 Snow Flakes Snow flakes, snow flakes, tum bling down, Doing tricks like a funny clown. I laugh and shout and dance with glee While the birds to the Sunny South they flee. —Mary Hall, Grade 8. American Home Co. Opens Store In City The American Home Improvement company, a locally owned and oper ated building supplies concern, is now open and an invitation has been extended the public to viSit the store and inspect the merchandise offered. It is located at 120 Market street. The business is under the manage ment of Frank and Edward Berg, and sales representatives are H. L. Hunt, Jr., and James Howard Rob bins. The firm is the only authorized local distributor for Inselbric and Brixite, two of the newer building materials, and in addition, carries a complete line of other construction supplies. The managers of the store said yesterday all salesmen and labor are locally employed. I Forest Hills It snowed January first. My sis ter and I went out in the snow. My dog did too. We threw snowballs. We had lots of fun. —Ann Penton, Second grade. January first it snowed. My Es kimo’s name is Brownie. W’e played in the snow. I like it. We mace a snowman and threw snow balls. I have a sled. —Ann Hall When it snowed my cat and I played. Bill pulled the sled through the snow. We had fun.—Celeste Cot tle .. . My dog and I played in the snow. It is cold in winter. I have a sled. I made a snowman when it snowed. —Ester Peare Batson . . . Father and I made a snowman. We put a hat on him. Then we put rocks for his eyes, nose and mouth. —Richard Scott . . . My dog and I played in the snow. My dog’s name is Brownie. One day I hit him on the leg and he ran at me. I love him and he loves me. One day I found my snow suit. —Ben Benton ... I am an Eskimo. I have two big dogs and they pull my sled. I ride all day. — Leslie Hummed ... I made a snow man one day. It rolled and rolled down the hill and it rolled far away. —Miriam Louise Bowen . . . Snow fell the first day of January. It was deep that morning. Girls and boys played in it. —Anne P. Dosher . . . It snowed January first. I play ed in it. I liked it.—Fritz Mintz . . . Eskimos work in winter. I like to play in the snow. It is cold. —Cathe rine Post . . . My snowman is made of snow. Children go running in it. —Kathryn Marks ... I have a big dog whose name is Skippy. We played in the snow and had so much fun. I liked it- I love my dog and he loves me. I like to make snow men and other things. And, oh, how much fun we did have!—Marie Sut ton . . . One cold day it was snow ing hard. Bobby and Billy sat at the window looking at the sngw falling. When it stopped Bobby and Billy made a snowman. His eyes and nose were of nuts. It was a fun ny man. He stayed for about two or three days. But one day the sun came out and that was the end of the snow man. —Marian Sloan. Carolina Beach In 1807, when Napoleon sent men to conquer Portugal, the country was not prepared for fighting. Prince John had to escape by sea. He got his mother, Queen Marie, and his wife and sailed from Eu rope to Brazil. He made a city of Rio de Janeiro and made his own government. Queen Marie died. Prince John was crowned king.— Robert Watters, grade 6. --- At a certain stage of tadpole life some of the cells within it attack and devour the cells that make up the tail. The tail is gradually eat en away and it is absorbed. Finally by the action of the cells there is nothing left. The material thus dis appears by absorption. — Martin Fields, grade 6. This is another important game In Canada, where the climate is so severe, it is played sometimes in covered rinks where the ice is kept at the finest possible smooth ness. The circles on the rink form the “house,” and the line that is down on (lie ice in front of the house is called the “hog-score.” The stone must cross the line, otherwise it is off the rink.—Ernest Gray, grade 6. It is surprising how many kinds and sizes of cats there are. Some of them (beside local cats) are the tigerine cat, the Manx, the tiger, the lion, the leopard, the wildcat, the lynx, the puma, the cheetah. The cheetah looks like the leopard. He is spotted and his ears are small and rounded. The tigerine cat has large round eyes. It is dark and spotted.—Ann Koleman, grade 6. John W. Auger Rites Conducted Near Bolton BOLTON, Jan. 27—Funeral serv ices for John William Auger, 73, who died in a Lumberton hospital after a heart attack, were held yes terday from the Shiloh church near here. The Rev. G. C. Rood, officiat ed. Honorary pallbearers were: John Lewis, D. W. Merritt, J. C. Long J. P. Long, Hackett Applewhite, P P. Vereen, S. M. Newell, J. W Brinkley, J. M. Carroll, L. P. Por ter, L. E. Squires, A. G. Holmes, E B. Council, Rex Squires, Bunte Guy ton, C. B. Camard, Dr. DeWittc Clark, Dr. T. Formy-Duval, Dr. Slade Smith and Dr. Janies W. Dawson. Active: Eugene Maynard, Carden Meshow, Edward Fredere, Otto Jones, Jerome Council and Bill May nard. Auger came to Bolton in 1906 and has lived here until about four years ago, when he moved to Council. He is survived by: three children: Mrs. Vallie Fredere, of Southport; Howard E. and Ray Auger, of Bridgeton, N. J.; three sisters: Miss Mae Auger, Council; Mrs. John Pe ters and Mrs. Annie M. Braus combe, of Flint, Mich.; three broth ers, A. M. Auger, of Whiteville, C H., Phill, Penn and R. T., of Onaway, Mich. i DELGADO PUPILS WRITING ESSAYS Eskimos wear clothing made of skins and furs. Their food Is chiefly the meat of animals they kill. The men are good hunters and fishermen and the vomen cook and make clothes. In winter Eski mos travel on sleds, in summer they use canoes. The children like to play in the snow. —Doris Evans, grade 3. The eskimos live in the north land. The winters are very cold and the ground is covered with snow and ice. The sun does not shine in the winter and the sum mer days are long. Few plants grow in this country. The reindeer feed upon moss and small shrubs. Many fur bearing animals live in Eskimoland. —Dollie Boswell, grade 3. Eskimos build houses of ice and snow. They are called igloo. These houses are round in shape and have tunnels leading to one large room. An oil lamp is used to heat the room and cook the food. Beds are made of skins. Eskimos sit upon the floor. In the summer they build houses and cover them with skins. —Daisy Lee Rivenbark. We received our copy of Jack’s Travelogue this week. He told some interesting things about our state university. Jack and Joan spent last week in Columbus county. We will be glad when they come back again. We liked the play they gave us. —Douglas Batchelor, grade 2. The second grade has been study ing about Eskimos. We learned about their clothes, homes and food. Miss Floyd taught us some Eskimo songs. We enjoyed the stories about Anka, Misty and Obelok in our Activity readers. We -liink our Eskimo booklets are pretty. —Alyric Ray. Several members of our class have been sick since Christmas. Tommy Chadwick has moved. He will go to school at Tileston. George Williams entered our school this week. He came from Tileston. The bulbs we planted in the fall are blooming. They are narcissus. Our hyacinths are growing too. Heminway There was an ancient mariner; A good old man was he. But he shot the bird That followed the boat Which like lead did sink in the sea. Before the crew died, except for one, And their souls did fly away The bird he’d shot they put round his neck, But it fell off one day. The crew all lay dead; The boat sank like lead; The mariner, the pilot did save. This story he told from that day on Until he was in his grave. —A. L. Carter, 8B2. This story was written by Poe, A story we all should know. An exciting story/ it is true, About a darky and a gold bug, too. Oh, how eager was Poe! He could hardly wait to knew How Legrand learned to measure And at last found the treasure. —Joyce Hobbs, 8B2. Once there was a little boat Which sailed upon the sea. The crew was very merry Except for two or three. But they had many misfortunes As on their way they went. For an albatross wrs killed on board And misfortunes to them were sent. —Alvin Page, 8B2. Poems In this clever series will continue next week with Naurice Bishop, Dorothy Jernigan and Gay nelie Potter doing the story-telling in verse of noted poems and stories Life Of Poe The following is “the biographj of the month.” It is told with adull directness which is uncommon in a grammar school pupil. —Fd. Edgar Allan Poe was born in Bos ton, Mass., in 1809. His parents were actors who died when Poe was verj young. He was adopted by Mr. A1 lan, a merchant of Richmond, Vir ginia. From 1815 to 1820, the Allans were abroad and Poe was placed ir an English school. On his return he spent a year at the University of Vir ginia. He did not complete his course because of a break with Mr Allan. During Poe’s life he workec in an office and later joined th< army. Finally he turned to writing poems and stories for a living. His life was a very sad one because o: his poverty and struggle. His first poems were published in 1827 anc ethers in 1829 fnd 1831. Some o; Poe’s most famous writings arc "The Gold Bug," and “The Bell.’ Poe continued his great work un til his death in 1847.— Jpanita Gre gory, Grade 8, Tileston. ( I Puppet Makers At Art Museum ^ Mrs. Mollie Belle Gore, left, in structor in puppet making, and Miss Ethel Williams, director, Wilming ton Museum of Art, W. P. A. State Art Project, looking at puppet heads made by children in the free puppet classes at the museum. A puppet making contest is being sponsored by the museum. There will be three prizes: One for the Monday afternoon class of girls, one for the Wednesday afternoon class for girls and one for the boys’ class on Thursday afternoon. A special event will be given Friday, Feb ruary 23, when the puppets will be shown and judged by a committee. Children are invited to attend the classes which are instructed by Mrs. Gore. The classes are free to the public. There is still a month in which there is plenty of time to make a puppet. The puppets will be shown on a stage made by the chil dren. Later plays will be presented which they will write and produce. • SERIAL STORY THE CAPTAIN'S DAUGHTER BY HELEN WORDENiSTSSKKTa. CAST OF CHARACTERS MARIE LA PORTE—Model in exclusive dress shoppe, lives on a barge. DAN DONOVAN—Playboy son ol a rich Irishman, in love with Marie. TOMMY RYAN—Leader of the truckers fighting Marie’s father. LYNDA MARTIN—Society debu tante, wants to marry Dan. BAPTISTE LA PORTE—Marie’s father, owner of a fleet of barges. * * * YESTERDAY: Mr. and .Mrs. Don ovan receive guests aboard their houseboat off South Carolina. One of the guests suggest that Dan and Lynda seem to be making a match. Mrs. Donovan is delighted, and overjoyed when Dan wires, “I’ve found the girl I’m going to marry!" CHAPTER v “I’m very lucky to have caught you," Dan said, piloting Marie through the hurrying throngs that surged back and forth along 57th Street. When he met her at Var net’s trade entrance he had auto matically taken her arm and turn ed east. “But I don’t understand,” she ob jected, as soon as she could get a word in. “I’m going home.” “No, you’re not,” he said- “You’re coming with me to Larue's for a cocktail. Then, if you insist, I’ll take you home; otherwise, I hope you’ll have dinner with me.” He took long strides and he held her arm firmly. Tall, though she was, she had to walk fast to keep up with him. Her breath was soon coming in short, little gasps. “Please,” she begged. "I'm all out of breath and I do want to have something to say about this.” Contritely he slowed down. “I’m sorry. It’s terribly selfish of me, but I was afraid I’d lose you if I didn’t hang on tight and I hurried be cause I wanted to sit down and talk with you. There's so much to say. I don’t want to seem to kidnap you, but you will come with me?” She felt shy and happy and proud. “Yes, I’ll go. But I have to be home by 7-” He asked her where her home was but she changed the subject. She was sensitive about living on a barge. The girls at the store had teased her. She had her father’s pride as well as his temper. She re sented the curious questions people always put to her when she said her home was a canalboat. She talked with v^jacity as they headed toward Pai^ Avenue, he watching her, seldom saying much himself, but the tone of his voice and his eyes showed his interest in her. Occasionally people turned to look at them as they stepped along. They were obviously enjoying life and each other. It was a warm, early spring night. While the street lights were i n, the pale green evening sky still held a faint golden glow. An old woman at Fifth Avenue held her tray of flowers up as Marie and Dan pass ed. “Hold on,” he said, “I want to get you a bunch of violets. I don’t know much about clothes, but it seems to me they’d look pretty swell c:i that red suit of yours-” She laughed. "It isn’t red, it’s blue. But that’s all the better for violets.” She pinned them on the lapel of her trim jacket suit as Dan gave the old woman a $5 bill and told her to keep the change. “You could have the whole tray of flowers for that, sir,” gasped the old lady. "Never mind, sell them again,” he called over his shoulder, steer ing Marie across 5th Avenue agaist the lights. "I’ve already learned three things about you,” she laughed, dodging a taxi with him. “You’re impulsive, you’re extravagant and you like to take chances.” "Doesn’t sound so good, does it?” he asked, as they swung into 58th Street. "But still I’m amenable to reason, at least my mother says I am. Dad doesn’t think so.” He pushed the swinging door of Larue’s. She entered. It was the first time she had ever been in the famous French restaurant, though she had often heard the other mo dels talking about it. A pretty little hat-check girl with silky brown hair stepped forward and took Dan’s coat and hat. Peter himself ad vanced, as Dan and Marie followed the headwaiter toward the cocktail lounge. “Good evening, Mr. Donovan." He bowed. “It is nice to see you again. I have your regular table in the corner—” Dan interrupted. “This time 1 want the one on the opposite side Peter. I want one where I’ve nevei sat before.” He looked at Marie. "No old memories, just those that date from today.” * * * Marie smiled. She had not known Dan five hours and yet she felt she had known him all her life. He made her feel that he would tolerate no memories with which she was not connected- It w^s extraordinar ily flattering. Abruptly, she found herself com paring him to Tommy Ryan. Loyal ly, she struggled to remind herseli that she was practically engaged tc Tommy, that she had been his gir ever since they were kids. S h e couldn’t go back on him. His wor ried young face, spattered with blood, as she had seen it last r.ight came before her. “Lord, you look serious,” exclaim ed Dan, sitting down beside her or the rose leather cocktail banquette and drawing the black onyx-toppec coacktail table toward them. “Am J as bad as all that?” “That’s just the trouble,” smilec Marie. “I think you're very charm ing/’ “Keep on thinking so,” he plead ed. The waiter interrupted with the wine card. She sipped the Tom Collins he brought, but Dan neglected his Scotch and plain water while he fished in a pocket for his engage ment book. “What are you doing tomorrow night?” he demanded. “Oh, I have a date,” she hedged. “With whom?” She flushed. “I know. It’s none of my busi ness. Dut, gee, if you only knew how I felt.” He struggled on, flound ering like some high-school kid. “Well, to get back to the present, here’s looking at you.” She touched her glass to his and laughed. “I don’t know your last name but I think it’s Donovan.” “Right,” he said. “Not that it matters. His mouth quirked up at the corners. "Come to think of it, 1 don’t know even yrUr first name.” “Marie La Porte.” that’s a pretty name. French? “Canadian French. My people come from Three Rivers this side of Quebec.” "Yes-” She pulled back her sleeve to look at her wrist watch “Which reminds me that I must go. They’ll be waiting for me.” "So will I, if you leave.” He caught her hand, she drew it away and reached for her jacket After he’d paid the check, he fol lowed her to the entrance hall “Good night,” she said. “Oh, no,” he said, passing a card board stub to the hat-check girl “I’m seeing you home.” “No. you’re not.” She set her chin firmly and started toward the door. "Goodby and thanks for a nice time.” * * * He grabbed his hat and coat and ran after -her. “You can’t do this to me- I’m seeing you home, that is if you’re not married and the moth er of seven.” He stuck his hat on his head and slipped into his coat as he walked. “Even then I think I’d take a chance. Now where do we go?” He stared down at her. “But I live on a canalboat. I couldn’t take you to my home,” she protested, half-desperate. “I don’t see what difference that makes. My folks live on a house I > at.” She faced him with rebellious eyes. “Besides, I'm walking, not riding and I live five miles from here.” “That’s o. k. by me. When do we start?” She turned on her heel and start ed down the street. “You steer the course and I’ll fol low,” he said, keeping pace with her. (To Be Continued) a' WHAN - ur LLUd AT WRICHTSBORO Miss Klein tola the teachers to have their class elect new members for the Cleap-Up club. There is one pupil from each of the primary grades and two pupils from the grammar grades. The following names are the ones that were elect ed: Mrs. Meredith’s first grade, Bet te Lou Eason; Miss Cooper’s first and second grades, Helen Swart; Mrs. Swinson’s second grade, Bar bara Jean Padgett; Miss Newsome’s third grade, Louise Moore; Miss Klein’s fourth grade, Bette Whilden and Cornelius Swart; Miss Baker’s fifth grade, Robert Earl Furr and Martha Ann Padgett; Mrs. War wick’s sixth grade, Edna ■ Harrell and Ben Price; Miss Fentress’ seventh grade, Pete Chadwick and Gladys Brown. ^ —Frances Seitter, 4. The Clean-Up club members of Wrightsboro school for three months have been doing their duty of clean ing the yard. They have received co operation from every one. They all worked very hard. The members were; Jane Korn and Hilda Seit ter of the seventh grad', Virginia Price and Edward palmeter of the sixth grade, Marie Carter,' Cecil Corbett from the fifth grade; Marie Clcn.mons, Vista Sellers from fourth grade; Peggy Jordan from third . 'ade, Bobby Seitter from second grade, Herman Postman from first grade. They worked faithfully. Miss Fentress and Mrs. Corbett took them to the show and after that? took them to the drug store where they bought ice cream. —Jane Korn, 7. CLEAN-UP DRIVE AT SUNSET PARK Some people have been throwing paper on our playground. Mr. Par ker, our janitor, has been having to pick up the trash the children have made. We hope that the chil dren -will learn not to throw’ paper down because it makes the yard look very bad. — Irene Gosnell, Grade 6. This year we have had a warm building every day since we have been going to school and I think we should show’ our appreciation by not throwing paper on the ground. —Marie Schulken. We came back to school on a very’ cold day. Most of the children were present. It snowed the day before and some of the snow was still on the ground. The children had a very nice time throwing snow balls — Jean Ingram, grade 6. The Norwegian fishermen have homes similar to ours. Some live in little villages and some on islands to themselves. Norway is so situated that it makes it a good fishing place. Herring is one of the most impor tant fish. They come in large schools to shallow water to spawn. There are lots of little and large islands near Norway and the fisher men have large nets with which to catch the fish. When they use large boats they use baskets to scoop the fish. They open from the bottom and drop in certain places for the fish. Some of them are canned. Some are dried and salted. Herring is not the only fish caught there.—Betty Hill, grade 6. BRADLEY’S CREEK 6TH GRADE WINS Not long ago the P.-T. A. held a meeting and offered ice cream and a party to the grade that had the most per cent at the meetings. The Sixth grade had the most—and so we got the party. —Paul R., Grade 6. I think that we children should study hard for our parents, for they work hard for us all the time. If we are sick or well they are working for us. I will try hard this year. Will you?—Arthur Carpenter, Grade 5. Wednesday morning recently we had a speaker to talk to us. He was Rev. Blanton. Everyone enjoyed hearing him. — Madeline Brown, Grade 5 . The boys and girls of the Seventh grade were very sorry when Geor gia May Cot was taken sick. We missed her very much. —Mary Lar son, Grade 7. Stories Ana roems Written 1 By Cornelius Harnett PupUs I On New Year’s there are certain things people do because they are very superstitious. Some eat black eyed peas thinking for every pea they eat they’ll have that much mo ney. Others will do things that they wish to do each day in the coming year. Superstitious people believe in keeping up their Christmas trees because they claim it is unlucky to take it down before New Year’s day. Others are afraid of putting up the coming year’s calendar because, of bad luck. It is foolish to be super stituios, but people are afraid of bad luck. —Audrey Overby, Grade 7. Happy New Year to you May the whole year be pleasant for you; And may you too it be true For New Year’s day has come again— ■ With the snow and not with rain. —Norma Mitchell, Grade 7. Snow', snow please don’t go, Wilmington wants you so Snow is falling on the ground— Snow is falling all around. We are happy when you stay, So please don’t leave us any day. —Rachel Axler, Grade 7. The New Year’s bells are a ring ing; ahappy song they are singing. To welcome the New Year and the old, and to resolve things which you are told. —Celeta buries, Grade 7. We are now on Lake Litivaca, a mountain sea, which is 138 miies long, 69 miles wide. Guaqui is Boli TILESTON PUPILS WRITING ESSAYS In early days Russia extended in area to get good harbors for trade. She expanded from the Baltic seas to the Pacific ocean. One harbor obtained this way was Vladivo stock, which is about six thousand miles from her farming district and is on the Pacific ocean. One part of Russia is known as the Lunndra. It is frozen over most of the year. It is sparsely settled by a few Eskimos who de pend chiefly on reindeer for trans portation and food. They also catch fish and seals for a living. Another region is known as the Black Earth district. It has some of the most fertile soil in the world. It produces most of Russia’s food. Still another district known as the Steppes is a region of Nor mands, who raise animals. Russia has great forests and lum bering is one of her main in dustries. The country is also rich in minerals such as iron, petrol eum, copper, gold, silver and plat inum. Russia is now ruled by a dictator. The royal family and many such educated people were killed, im prisoned or exiled before they could escape. —John McCracy, grade 7. A number of Tileston children, including Emil Meyers, Bobby Maner, Laurence Sprunt, Willie Canady, Agnes Walker, Elizabeth Gelbert, have turned in excellent highlights and interpretations of the Civil war. We will print them from time to time. Below is the account of the war by Lily Grover. The Civil war was started in 1861 and lasted until 1865. Jeal ousy between the North and South was one cause of the war. The South would raise cotton and ship it to England and purchase goods in return. The North wanted the southern cotton and trade, but didn’t get it. Another issue was slavery. Northerners thought slav ery a moral wrong while the South erners considered it a necessity. The final outcome was forced when the question—could a state leave the Union—arose. It is estimated that immediately after the embargo, about $170,000, 000 worth of French a l British aircraft orders were placed in the United States. via’s lake port. In this city w the Indians making boats an? *** of reeds, we also see ;i!e rif!| which covers the distant mount?* La Paz is one of the chief cit - " Bolivia. We now er.ter the o'? place in South America, Tist,.!S co. Here we see ancient ruins ? stone images. The Incas once';? here. 1 The Cordillera of the Andes ;s long line of majestic mount?, which are snow-capped. . . \\-j across the plain and suddenly tts earth seems to open. We are ? ing at a great valley, an enormoM hoi-. Far below us lic-s the city? La Paz, its red roofs bright in ? sunshine. It all looks like a village. To get there our train picks its way down a windin'; track. As we move on we see the piaa trees, fountains, the market p(jcf’ we see the Indians wearing ? hats, blankets over their shoulder! and the babies on their mother!' backs. —Rachel Axler. To bookland we'll fly in the blink of an eye. To meet your book friends new ani old. There’ll be heroes, and kings, an] dragons with wings, And plundering pirates so bold, Come, come with us now, In story bookland we will roam, We’ll talk with each friend Till the happy days end. And your magic rug brings you back home. —Rachel Sellars. Jack, the Young Ranchman, writ, ten by George Bird was interesting to me because it told of roping steers, punching cattle, and riiim: wild broncos. There are thrills in store for you when you read about Hugh being chased by Indians. You will enjoy meeting these charac ters; Jack Hugh, Mr. Carter, John Monroe, the half-breed; and the will Indians. If you like cowboy stories, you will like this book. Get it front the school library. —Thurman Rochelle. Heidi is a very interesting book. The characters of this book ara Heidi, Pete, Aim—Uncle, Bartel, Clara, Grandfather, and Grandmoth er. Heidi’s mother was dead, acl she had to go stay with her Grand father. One summer when she was staying with her grandfather, she met Clara, who was crippled. .V. the end of the book, Clara learns') walk. I will not tell you any more about the book because it will to: be interesting to you when you ret; it. —Rose Marie Melton, Grade-f. CHILDRENS Frequent _ rFor relieving dis comforts of chest colds and night coughs, rub VapoRub on throat, chest, and backatbedtime.VapoRub’spoul tice-vapor action relieves conges tion of upper air passages—eases soreness of chest and back mus- j cles—helps the youngster relax into healing sleep. For coughing and irritated *throat caused by colds, put VapoRub on the child's tongue to relieve the irritation. Then massage VapoRub on throat and chest. .✓For “sniffles” and misery Vof head colds, melt VapoRub in a bowl of boiling water. Has the child breathe in the steaming vapors. This loosens phlegm* clears air passages, makes breath ing easier. Also massage VapoKu on throat and chest. families use these three time tested treat-. ««/njp ments. l/|CfSd i W VapoRub^/ ==a TAX LISTING The Machinery Act provides that Poll and Tangible Property tax returns shall be made to the list-taker during the month of January under the pains and penalties imposed by law. OWNERS OF AUTOMOBILES SHOULD BE PRE PARED TO GIVE TAX LISTERS FULL INFORMA TION AS TO MODEL, YEAR OF MANUFACTURE AND STATE LICENSE NUMBER. Wilmington township tax listers will be on the main floor of old court house daily 8:30 A. M., to 5.30 P. M., (Sundays excepted, beginning January 2nd, 1940. County tax listers will meet their usual appoint ments as advertised. Harnett listers will meet at the court house Jan uary 26th, 27th, 29th, 30th and 31st. Cape Fear, Federal Point and Masonboro listers will meet at the court house January 30th and 31st. J. A, ORRELL, County Auditor.