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NEWS AND FEATURES ACTIVITIES OF YOUTH
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Boy Raises |
Tadpole to
Froghood
Observes Process
Of Evolution in
Fish Bowl
Print Contribution
By LARKY O’ROURKE, 11,
Dent School.
Changing one’s personality com
Sletely is often an interesting topic,
ut few people have seen this change
In fish life. The best example of
this is the tad
pole.
Last March I
bought a tadpole
from a store and
put him in a fish
bowl with some
sandstones and
shells on the bot
tom. Mother
thought he was
a fish, because
he breathed
through his
mouth and swam
like one.
In two weeks,
i.»rry O'Rourke, his hind legs be
gan tp appear. At first, they were
very tiny, but finally they pushed
out. In two weeks more, the arms
began to appear, the left one push
ing out through the breathing gill.
The hands had four fingers, and
he used them in the water for bal
ancing, while his hind legs were
Used for pushing.
* The tail of the tadpole is long and
flat, surrounded by a fin which helps
-him to swim. The tail is very thin.
There is a superstition that tadpoles
eat their tails. As my tadpole grew
older, his tail became shorter, and
‘his actions changed. He often came
to the surface for air.
,• Then, one fine day as I looked
-in the bowl, the tail had disap
peared and there, in place of the
gray tadpole, I found a pretty green
frog. It was amusing to watch this
change. The tadpole had become an
amphibian. I merely fed him regu
lar fish food. When he became a
frog, mother made me take him
to the creek and free him.
It was such an interesting experi
ment that I am going to get some
more tadpoles right away. I hope
this story will interest other children
in the study.
Mythical Baseball
Is Indoor Game
A couple of dice from your par
. eheesi set, some buttons and a large
piece of paper will give you some
thing to do on those dull, rainy aft
ernoons.
Draw a diagram of a ball diamond
en the sheet of paper and use the
buttons for players. To play, you
merely roll the dice once for each
batter. You can figure out your own
method of determining hits and
outs. If both dice land with one
,up. we always call it a single. Two
twos are a double, two threes a
triple and two fours a home run.
Two fives give the batter a base on
balls and two sixes a base on an
error. If both of the dice don't come
up with the same number, the batter
lis out.
You can make it more interesting
tfor yourselves by selecting your fa
vorite major league players and
.making mythical teams out of them.
[2f you do this, keep score (times at
bat, hits, runs, etc.) for each player
on a sheet of paper. If you find a
player isn't doing so well, make a
deal with one of your friends to
trade him for a more desirable
player.
Alone With Nature
By HELEN MILLAR, 15.
Nanjemoy <Md.) High School.
Off from the people,
Way up on the hill,
I listened to nature.
My heart stood still.
Oh. such beauty, as
None I've seen.
So stirringly fresh,
So utterly clean.
Oh. give me the fields.
The hills and the sky.
There may I sit and watch
The world go by.
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Offered for Best
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and including high school age are in
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less of whether it is awarded a prize.
Checks will be mailed to the winners
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Boys and girls who wish to act as
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least one feature story (the prin
cipal stories on this page today are
good examples of what is wanted),
together with the information called
for above. Those qualifying will be
given cards identifying them as re
porters for The Junior Star. The
editor reserves the right, however, to
decline to issue reporters’ cards or
to revoke those already issued when
ever such action appears advisable.
Address Junior Star Editor, The
Sunday Star, Washington, D. C. I
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Donald Sawtelle, Junior Star writer and new editor of the Western High
School Breeze, is surrounded by a group of boys and girls who sold lemonade
for the Red Cross. Left to right (clockwise), Norma Plavnick, Gery Conrade,
Mary Katharine Koehne, Marcel Conrade and Bobby Plavnick.
One o/ the numbers from a dancing recital given for the Red Cross^Seated^dargare^Val^left^Lnd
Avis Jahr; the dancers (left to right), Eleanor and Dorothy Arcaro, twins; Shirley Paul, June Hurley, Dor
othy Frankel and Diane Coonin. The recital was held in the basement of Avif home, at 1324 Shepherd
street N.W._ —Star Staff Photos.
Spectators at Tidal Basin
See Battle for Big Fish
Prise Contribution
By KARIN E. SHEA. 17,
McKinley High School.
On a recent Sunday afternoon our
family went fishing at the Tidal
Basin. We sat on a concrete pier
and impatiently waited for bites.
Finally, my
father decided
he might be
more successful
casting with a
lure instead of
still-fishing with
dough and
shrimp as bait.
He had been out
of sight for
some time when
mother gave a
slight scream,
which is typical
of her when she
gets a fish.
Feeling a K»rin sh».
strong tug on the line, she handed
the pole to my brother, James,
whom she evidently considered a
more able fisherman. Meanwhile
the fish had scooted around the
pier beneath all the other lines,
snagging the line on which he was
hooked.
Mother and I hurriedly dragged
in the rest of the lines, leaving them
in a tangled heap on the pier. My
brother struggled valiantly to un
snag the line. At last success
crowned his efforts. But as soon
as the line was loosened the fish
made a dash for the opposite shore.
James was unable to curb the
flow of line and realized that if he
refused to let more of it go out it
would snap immediately. Further
more, the supply of line was grow
ing low.
Feeling quite helpless, I decided
to search for father, the champion
fisherman of the family. I ran
along the wall, stopping only to in
quire if any of the fishermen had
a net. I realized that if we did get
the fish to the wall we could not
be assured of landing him without
a net.
No one had a net, and just as I
was about to give up the search
for father I rounded a bend and
saw him casting, patiently. I gasped
out the story and he turned and
ran back, leaving me far behind.
When I returned there were at
least 200 people intently watching
the battle and others were hurrying
to the scene. The struggle continued
for over 15 minutes. People were
jammed along the bank. Boats
came from over the basin and made
a ring around the spectacle.
The fish came to the surface near
one of the boats and a woman oc
cupant screamed and spread her
hands at least a yard apart—appar
ently indicating (with exaggeration,
I presume) the length of the fish.
A man attempted to focus his
camera on the fish without success.
Two men argued violently on
whether the fish weighed 30 or 50
pounds. Every person shouted all
he ever knew about fishing.
It seemed an hour before James
forced the fish to the wall. Father
reached down. The people grew
silent. The splashing fish could be
*
heard. Then we mw a long silver
body give a triumphant flap and
descend into the depths. The
"leader.” which fastens the hook to
the line, had broken. A cry went
up and a disappointed crowd dis
persed.
It was estimated that the fish,
only a carp, weighed about 20
pounds. Since most people don't
care to eat carp—our family being
in this group—we were not so rueful
about the loss. However, we did
regret it to some extent since this
was the largest crowd we had ever
attracted.
Meets Century-Old
Civil War Nurse
At Gettysburg
By LENORA LOCHRIDGE. 13,
Thom«s Jefferson Junior High School.
Arlington. Va
I will always remember my trip
to Gettysburg, Pa., to attend the
75th anniversary of the Battle of
Gettysburg and the last reunion of
veterans of the
Grand Army of
the Republic. My
mother, father
and I arose early
that day, and I
wore blue and
gray colors for
the occasion.
After lunch, we
went on a sight
seeing tour of
the famous bat
tle ground which
now is a cem
etery with count
less monuments
and markers i*«kriiUe.
dedicated to the armies and the
military leaders of the Northern
and Southern forces.
The tour was followed by a visit
to the headquarters of the aged
veterans with whom we shook
hands. Among those present was a
colored woman who claimed to be
100 years old. She told us she had
been a nurse during the Civil War
and before that she was a slave.
She was from New Orleans, and I
found her very interesting because
of her useful and exciting life.
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Sand Castle
By ROBERT SICKELS, 8.
Holy Redeemer School.
Berwyn, Md.
One bright, sunny day
To the beach I went to play.
. I made a castle out of sand
And of sticks a soldier's band.
But the waves, my enemy,
Dashed upon the shore,
And whenT looked again
My castle was lio more.
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in the mouth. 3. The law does not
permit the conviction of a man
without a hearing. 4. Quick. 5. A
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Just Between Ourselves
. By ROBERT A.
Substituting lor Philip H. Love. Junior Star Editor.
Interesting hobbies are good things that seldom come to an end.
They have no age limit. Hobbies started as a boy or girl often are carried
into manhood and womanhood.
Junior Star readers know Bruce Kaufman, 10, who goes to Ben W.
Murch School. Bruce has written two stories about his naval and battle
field dioramas which he modeled with his own hands. He found this
hobby helped him to keep up with •>———
the war news.
After his second story was printed
recently Bruce received a letter
from Louis Burch. 23-year-old col
lege graduate, asking if he could see
Bruce’s dioramas. “He explained
why he was interested in my hobby,”
Bruce said in a letter to the J. S.
“You see, his hobby is collecting
model soldiers.
"Mr. Burch’s collection,” according
to Bruce, “consists of about 1.000
soldiers, most of which were made
in England. The infantrymen are
about 2 Vi inches tall, the cavalry
men are in proportion. The collec
tion Includes cavalry, infantry,
bands, medical corps, artillery units
and soldiers in battle position. They
are from many countries of the
world. There are also various native
types, such as Arabs, Zulus, Indians
and cowboys, and Crusaders.
“An interesting fact is that this
hobby is not a recent one, but one
which he started when he was about
10 years old, and many of his pres
ent soldiers are ones he had at that
time.
"Although I realize Mr. Burch is
not a junior, I submit this knowing
that many boys who already have a
hobby of soldiers would be very
much interested.”
* * * *
Last week the J. S. printed a
story about keeping diaries of vaca
tion trips as something to remember
your travels by. Ruth M. Davis, 11,
of Brightwood School, who writes
both news and poetry, makes a
hobby of her diary. She has made
an entry in it every day for more
than a year.
“The very best thing about it is
that every one can keep a diary,”
Ruth telis us. “I was .away on my
vacation for two weeks, and when I
came home I was almost lost for
something to do. Then I thought of
my diary. I only write a few lines
of each day’s happenings, but it
took me one whole morning to think
back to what had happened each
separate day I was away, and re
calling each thing was almost as
good as having it happen over again.
“I laughed to myself many times
as I thought over the fun I had had.
Then I began to wonder what I had
been doing this time last year, and
all I had to do was turn back the
pages and read.” Ruth says. ”And I
thought again that perhaps when I
am much older I will use my diary
to recall many pleasant things that j
are just everyday occurrences now.”
This reminds me of my own diary.
I kept one for a while, as a boy. My
mother treasured it for many years
and finally gave it back to me. It
has been quite interesting to go back
over some of the stories I penned
into it—days in school and at play
and some of the adventures I had
had.
* * * *
Karen Shea's story of how a big
fish got away from her brother and
father is told on this page today.
Speaking of fishing, Ruth Sisk, 16, of
Herndon, Vsi., earns part of her
spending money selling to fisher
men. Ruth digs worms and sells
them 10 for a penny. She also
wades in the river near her home
and digs up mussels which she mar
kets for a dime a quart.
These aren't her only sources of
revenue, for Ruth is an energetic
girl. She writes that she mows
lawns for her neighbors. The rate
is 25 cents a lawn, "big or small.”
She also picks evergreens for her
father at 25 cents a thousond.
After telling how she makes
money, Ruth promised to send in a
j poem about Hitler. We’ll be glad to
see it, Ruth.
* * * *
Junior jottings: Prom Kathleen
Canty, 12, of St. Peter's School,
Washington, a note of thanks for a
recent prize dollar. It was the re
ward for her poem. "Pray for Peace.”
Another 12-year-old oldster, Virginia
Penhallow of Gunston Hall School
submits her first story and adds, ”1
want to thank you for the swell kids’
paper.” We're sort of overwhelmed.
For the second successive summer,
Jacqueline Monroe, 11, Burke, Va.,
is collecting four-leaf clovers. Last
year Jackie says she found 894 four
leafers; so far this year the total
is 86. She and her 8-year-old sister,
Jo-Jo. also are keeping “a new
scrapbook called ‘Interesting Things
From Her Friends Nearby.’
Boy Finds Ready
Market for Herbs
Now Seldom Sold
Old-fashioned kitchen herbs such
as rosemary, thyme, sweet marjo
ram, mint, chives, basil, balm and
burnet, whAch our grandmothers
used to such good effect in their
cooking, cannot be obtained in most
stores today—a fact which house
wives regret. A boy who lives out
side a small Virginia city has taken
advantage of this situation and is
growing these herbs to supply a
demand from city housewives who
are his steady customers.
Having read in a newspaper that
such herbs are easily grown and
that they thrive on indifferent soil
almost anywhere in North America,
he wrote to the Department of
Agriculture, requesting information
about them. The department told
him where he could obtain seeds.
Spading up a 25-foot square plot
in an unoccupied field the first year,
he enriched it slightly with lime,
and in early spring set out his seeds
of savory, chives, basil, balm, burnet,
borage and sweet marjoram. He
also secured clippings of tarragon,
sage, rosemary and spearmint locally
from seed firms. By the middle of
the summer, two years ago, he was
ready to harvest.
While the herbs were growing he
canvassed housewives in the better
sections of the city, finding them
eager to buy bunches of the fresh
herbs, and even more interested in
later securing a supply of dried ones
for winter use. So, in addition to
selling the fresh herbs at 10 to 25
cents a bunch, he gathered surplus
leaves and flowers, which he tied in
small bunches and dried in the
shade as directed.
The annuals must be planted from
seed every spring; those from cut
tings grow year after year. All the
care necessary is to see that they
get occasional water and that the
topsoil is loosened slightly* every
week and after heavy rains.
The Milkmobile
Rube: “That’s a> Jersey cow.” ,
Slicker: “How do you know? she
isn’t wearing any license j^tes.”
Side Stroke Gives
Weary Swimmer
Chance to Relax
The side stroke, if done easily and
correctly, requires less exertion
than the crawl, the breast stroke,
or the back stroke. Many good
swimmers use it as a means of re
laxing and resting while swimming
long distances.
The position is a comfortable one.
The swimmer is in the water on his
side—whichever one he prefers. His
under arm is extended just beneath
the surface of the water. The other
arm is lying along the body, the
hand near the hip. Legs are
stretched out straight.
The stroke begins with the under
arm taking a long sweeping stroke
down under the body. At the same
time the other arm is bent upward
until the hand is next to the chest.
After completing its underwater
stroke, the under arm is returned
to its original position, while the
other arm takes its stroke away
from the chest.
While all this is going on, the
legs perform a "scissors” kick. To
do this, the legs are drawn up at
the same time, knees and ankles
together. The kick is executed by
extending the legs in opposite direc
tions and bringing them together
quickly in a scissors-like motion.
All three motions should be timed
so that they produce a sort of for
ward lunge. The kick and the
reaching forward of the underarm
should be done as nearly together
as possible. The stroke of the under
arm serves the purpose of maintain
ing balance and speed so that the
lunge will not produce a Jerky
movement.
This really isn’t as hard as it
sounds, for the motions naturally
blend together and you will find
yourself doing them automatically.
The important thing to work for is
smooth rhythm. You will scarcely
be able to notice the lunge if you
watch an expert swim the side
stroke, because he has gained a
smoothness of motion by long and
careful practice.
A
Witness Tells Adventures
Of 1933 Potomac Flood
Print Contribution
By MARGARET JUNE
ROBERTS, 14.
Thomas Jefferson Junior Hich School.
Arlington, Vs.
My most exciting experience hap
pened on August 23, 1933, at Piney
Point, Md., where I sprtid the sum
mers with my grandparents.
On the morn
ing of that day,
I awakened to
hear the rain
beating and the
wind howling
through the
trees. It had
been raining the
day before, and
all night it had
pounded on the
roof.
Later, as I was
fin is hin g my
break fast, my
grand parents,
Who had been Margaret m*k*rts.
standing in the doorway, called me
to their side. We stood watching!
the river rise higher and higher, and I
mountainous waves sweep toward \
j the shore. We saw first one and;
j then another part of our pier being
' swept into the churning, foamy j
. waters of the Potomac.
We left the doorway and built a
1 fire in the fireplace as it was chilly
and growing colder all the time. As
my grandmother glanced out of the
window, she gave an exclamation of
surprise. Water from the river was
flowing swiftly into the front yard.
It was not until then that we fully
realized the danger. There was
going to be a flood!
I was only 7 years of age at the
time and was enjoying myself in
preparing to leave the house. We
carried a suit case full of hurriedly
collected clothes and several boxes
and cans of food.
By the time we were ready to
leave, the water had reached the
back steps. We had to wade through
water up to our knees to reach the
garage. Grandfather started the
car and we drove toward Washing
ton. He had gone about three miles
when we reached a section of road
covered by several feet of water.
As it was impossible to go through
it, we turned around and retraced
our way to the nearest farmhouse
where we asked permission to stay
until the water receded.
Several other families had sought
refuge there. We were given a room
at the corner of the house from
which we could watch the flood's de
struction. Water and wind were
sweeping across the cornfields, beat
ing the com to the ground. That
evening the wind and rain subsided,
but we were forced to remain over
night in the farmhouse and the
waters hadn't receded.
The next morning we started for
home. All along the road were
scenes of destruction. The crops
were completely destroyed. The walls
of a house had caved in.
At our own home we found all
of the porch screens down. Porch
furniture was located within a half
mile radius. Our boat was found
washed up on the beach with its bot
tom broken out. The summer house
and boathouse were washed away.
Many trees had fallen.
The most spectacular feat of the
flood was the washing out of an im
mense bridge a mile down the river,
to be left stranded in our front yard.
The water had risen to about 5
feet. Oldest inhabitants of Piney
Point could never recall such a ter
rible flood in the history of St.
Marys County, Md.
Oilcloth and Oval
Gan Make Novel
Bag for Knitting
By KATHERINE HOUISON.
To make an unusual knitting bag,
choose an oval tin can large enough
to make the size bag you prefer, and
cut a piece of figured oilcloth a lit
tle larger than the bottom of this
can. Now cut a strip long enough
to go around the can and overlap;
about half an inch, and half an;
inch wider than the depth of the;
can.
Turn in a half-inch along one
edge of this strip, then sew the oth
er edge to the edge of the oval bot
tom piece. Use bright-colored wool
or soft-finish crochet cotton so the
oilcloth won’t tear. Now slip the
can inside and sew the ends together
so the oilcloth cover fits the can.
Cut four strips of oilcloth for
handles, the length and width de
9EW OIL CLOTH COVERING
AROUND
OVAL
SHAPED aL
CAM CLOTH
I HANDLES
pending on the size of your can.
Sew each two strips together with
a blanket stitch, keeping the oil
cloth sides out, then sew the han
dles securely in place inside the
bag.
Or you can use plain black or
white oilcloth and add a colorful
design cut from figured oilcloth
and cemented on. A flower enameled
on the outside with white enamel
mixed with oil colors is very ef
fective, too. You can transfer the
design with carbon paper if you
can't draw. Or use a stencil pat
tern.
Another idea is to work your de
sign in bright-colored wools, using
any embroidery pattern you may
have on hand.
In Summer
By MARCIA WOLF, •.
John Ktton School.
In summer when the days are hot.
There are things to do, oh, yes, a lot.
Go for hikes, pick flowers and plants.
Study insects, bees and ants.
Watch wild woodfolk, squirrels and
rabbits.
Know tha birds and learn their
habits.
And in the fall when we’re back at
school
We’ll all know each nature rule.
Cuddles and Tuckie
Trade Mark Ref. XT 8. Patent OSee.
By FRANCES ROYSTER WILLIAMS.
Daddy said, "Remember, Tuck,
Today while I am gone .
I’d like for you to get the hose
And water all the lawn.”
When Daddy came back home he
found
His son was in the yard,
Although, as I have told you, it
Was raining very hard.
So TUckie uid he would, because
He always does his bit.
But soon the rain began to faB
And simply wouldn’t quit.
i.
But Tuckle had the garden hose,
The busy little “fella,”
And there he stood and watered
trass
Beneath a big umbrella.
Mt. Pleasant
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Group Sells
Lemonade
Others Help With
Dancing Recitals
And Circuses
Prist Contribution
By DONALD 8AWTELLE, 1«,
We«t«rn Hi»h School.
Hundreds of children In Washing
ton and nearby Maryland and Vir
ginia have combined forces in their
own neighborhoods in recent weeks
to do their bit tor the American Red
Cross and the relief of European
was refugees. With shows, circuses,
dancing recitals and lemonade
stands, they have earned hundreds
of dollars which have been turned
over to the Red Cross.
In fact, there have been so many
of these shows that it is impossible
to name them all. In every case,
however, the children merit com
mendation for their efforts.
The Red Cross’ call for aid was
heard in the Mount Pleasant neigh
borhood where I live. Bobby and
Norma Plavnick, 11 and 9, respec
tively; Marcel and Gery Conrade, 11
and 8. and Mary Katharine Koehne,
10, all wanted to help, but there was
a catch. After all, children don't
have much money. How, then,
could they do their part?
“School’s over, and we have the
time, so why not a lemonade stand
for the Red Cross,” some one sug
gested.
Donated Lemons.
"Swell,” was the general opinion,
and five heads came together with
a bang to make plans. For their
stand they secured a box used sev
eral days before in an exhibit at
Cooke School. This they decorated
with crepe paper, using two strips
of red to make the cross.
Bobby wrote out a price list for
the benefit of future customers.
After this, all went their separate
ways to round up the mixings. A
trip to neighborhood grocery stores
supplied lemons, which were donated
through generosity of the managers.
Pantries at home were the next to
bear the brunt of the invasion,
yielding sugar, but not enough for
the enterprising young business peo
ple. Two pounds later were bought..
Paper cups in two sizes came from
the nearby drug store. Bobby
brought out a bowl, and soon ail
was ready.
Did they sit down and wait for
business to come? Certainly not.
Other boys and girls were mustered
and posted on nearby street corners.
Soon no one could pass by the corner
of Lanier street and Ontario road
N.W. without being assailed with
! appeals to "buy a cup of lemonade
for the Red Crass.'' Cries of the
official barker. John Bonner, 13,
could be heard far and near.
Musical Show.
The stand was opened on a Thurs
day with a tentative goal of $10.
The sales force remained on duty
Friday and Saturday. Without a
punch bowl on Monday, they didn't
reopen until Tuesday. By 4 pm.
that day, their goal had been passed.
The next day they took *1127 to tha
: District Building. It was a job well
I done.
One of the Red Cross entertain
ments was held at the home of
Marjorie Sonnemann, 11, her sister.
Shirley, 5, and her brother, Billy, 12,
at 5802 Kirkside drive, Chevy Chase,
Md. Others taking part were Susan
and Ralph Dwan. 10 and 7; Louise
j Stein, 8; William Wheatley. 13;
j Sonny Pessagno, 7, and Jane Rob
j ert’s 6. Theirs was a dancing and
j musical show.
' They did a record business and
collected $26.18 for the Red Cross.
Chevy Chase Circus.
At 1324 Shepherd street N.W.. the
j home of Avis Jahr, 10, eight girls
i put on costumes and gave a dancing
| recital. Their Red Cross contribu
' tions reached $3.00. In addition to
I Avis, the dancers were» Margaret
| Wall, 10; Eleanor and Dorothy
I Arcaro. 11, twins; Shirley Paul, 10;
j June Hurley, 11; Dorothy Frankel,
11, and Diane Coonin, 11.
There was a circus on Upland
Terrace, a one-block long street in
Chevy Chase. The performers, all
ranging from 10 to 12 years old,
raised 77 cents for the Red Cross
cause. They were Oscar and John
Stein, Bob and Jim Fegan. Allen
! Kauffman, Jean and Joan Tolbert
j and Bruce Goldberg.
s Mystery House
Prize Contribution.
By GENE SURPRISE, 13,
Church Street School. Frederick. Md.
Way up high on the tip of a hill
Sits a house that always gives me
a chill.
When I go past the house at night,
Things seem to groan, and I see
a light.
The other girls just say I’m
scared,
But they won’t go there even when
dared.
Then one day I descended the hill.
And the sight of the house gave me
a thrill.
As I got closer, I was not so gay,
Por the old, old house seemed to
warn me away.
Within the walls there must be a
secret,
And that house looked determined
to keep it.
All of a sudden I turned away,
And I haven't returned there to this
day,
But when I get a little older.
Then perhaps I'll be a bit bolder.
Just now I am going to let the house
stay
And divulge its secret on another
day.
Riddles N
1. What is a waffle?
3. How did Jonah feel when he
was swallowed by the whale?
3. Why is it legally wrong to con
demn a deaf man?
4. What word is pronounced
quicker when a syllable is added?
ft. What weapon does an angry
lover resemble?
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