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December 15, ML937.
HA3ZE WE WILL GET OUR FURNITURE Mr. Wallace F. Mabee comes from East port , Maine, whicn is tne easternmost city in the IT. S. For three years be fore coming to Greenbelt, Mr. and Mrs. Mabee Made thei’r home at Augusta, Maine, where Mrs. Mabee will continue to reside until the first of ‘the year. Mabee attended school at Eastport and also at Waltham, Mass.,* where he took a course in horology (watch making’ and jewelry engraving to you). Upon com pletion of this 'course he spent twelve years in the jewelry business for him self at Eastport. Hr. Mabee was also the mayor of Eastport and served two terms as alderman. Mabee was State Director of the NBA. in Maine and in the fall of 1936 he was candidate for Congressman. Although ho was not elected he received the high est vote ever cast for a Democrat in- Mai ne As a matter of fact, he received 2,000 votes more than was necessary to elect a previous Congressman. Coming to Greenbelt in April* 1937 to act as'assistant to Mr. Braden, Mabee found he could be useful by lending a hand here and there. He soon found him self in charge of the furniture division here, but it appears lie has been sort of a foil guy for everyone who is singing the housewives* theme song, "When are we gonna get our furniture?" The furniture is starting to come in now and it will not be lo rg before we shall look back and realize what a tremendous task he has faced. Mrs. Mabee visited Greenbelt Thanksgiving Day and is planning to move into Greenbelt about the first of the year. G. W. B. t- DEFINITIONS Egotist: A guy who believes in an "I" for an "I". Easy Job: Giving away samples in Scotland. Ignorance; Going to a bone specialist to learn how to shoot crap. Irony: Codling some stock "securities". Band Leader: A guy who always faces the music. Contortionist: A man who leads a crooked life. H. G. R. THE POET’S CORNER The hooby-poet would find it well not to overlook the opportunities for poetry inherent in romance. All the world loves a lover” and if his outpour ings are not especially well put, he will be forgiven if only for the motivating force that makes him pour. Besides, it is sure to elicit an ap preciative response - - at least from the one to whom the poem is written. * It’s really not very difficult. If your thoughts turn to things romantic, put them down on paper and let the ends of the lines rhyme. It wont'be long before your efforts .will surprise you and you might find yourself saying: Whence come these stranger words that sing of.thee? They* re not of me, for' I’ve no poet’s tongue That sings at sight of bird or ancient tree. I know the stars as stars not diamonds strung Across dark throat of night. If fad ri e s dwell Within yon glade I’m blind for I see naught. Then why these words and poet’s thoughts, pray tell; These songs of thee that bubble forth unsought. Rethinks my thoughts need but to dwell on thee, And some strange music swells within my breast, And from these untaught lips a song bursts free, A hymn unto the love with which we’re ■ blest. I press a dream of thee against my heart, And in that union is my poem’s start. L. B. Sawyer D E F I 17 I T I*o N S . Pharmacist: A person who does work on a small scale. Gossip: A .woman who would ra.ther spread the dirt than sweep it. Page Thirteen