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A few minutes later, however, the conversation was·interrupted by a loud crash followed by terrified howls from the cat. Aunt Mabel, forgetting her old-maidish dignity1 jumped out of her chai r and scurried down the hall 1 crying, "Pookums, Pookums," to the place where dear Gertrude was holding poor 'Pookums' upside-down by the tail. After rescuing the cat, Aunt Mabel turned her attention to the floor, where lay, smashed to a thousand pieces, her prize vase. "Oh, my precious vase," wailed Aunt Mabel, "Look what has happened to my precious vase." This ugly monstrosity of a vase looked like a relic from the Zulu Wars, but there again, it did belong to Aunt Mabel.
"Oh, Gertrude dear1 are you alright?" puffed Mrs. Tilsonbury1 arriving on the scene. "Did the naughty cat upset the vase? Isn't it a nasty old cat?" Then turning to my mother, she said hurriedly, ''Well, well, we really must be going. We're expected home for tea, you know. Thank you so much for your hospitality." She nodded politely, took a firm grip on Gertrude's hand and began to march down the hall just as fast as her stout frame would permit her, while Gertrude tagged along behind. We could hear Mrs. Tilsonbury's words to Gertrude,
"You were such a good, good little darling today, Gertrude dear. And that naughty old cat didn't even frighten you a bit. You were simply a model of perfection. Just like Mama." And all that poor Aunt Mabel could say was, "Well, I never!"
David Kelly llA
Resurrection
I heor the doubter scornful cry Why, why was I born to die? And I reply.
Becouse the sky is blue. Becouse, when evening foils, Cool night rules in,
Joyful
And eoger to pi eose.
Because the stream runs
Open ond free
Loosing itself in the seo
But olwoys free.
Becouse the leoves in foil
Cling to the bronch
But ore whipped owoy
By cold outumn winds
And olwoys return
Becouse He gove us the right To Iie on the grass
And store up through the Ieoves To the open sky.
Untamed
They coli me untomed for no feor hove I -
I Iough ot the mountoins, the seo, ond the sky;
I come with the dusk ond I go with the down;
No one cores what I do; no one knows where l ve gone..
The wind is my ploymote, together we room Through volleys ond desert- no ploce is our home- O'er mountoins ond meodows, till doylight is done; The grass is my bed, ond my pillow, o stone.
My life is in wondering; oh, ever moy I
Wonder this lend till the doy I must die;
And in my last hour, though Deeth's won the roce,
With the wind there beside me, I'll Iough in Deeth's foce.
Jennifer Abernethy XE
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Dedicated to the new teachers- "I cannot tell what the dickens his name is." (The Merry Wives of Windsor, ActIll, Scene 3).
Mr . McBurney- "Girls, you may sketch anything you wish, today. What have you drawn Jane?"
Jane- "A cow eating grass."
Mr. McBurney- "Where is the grass in your picture?"
Jane- "The cow ate it."
Mr. McBurney- "Well where is the cow?"
Jane- "All the grass was gone so she moved away."
Gleaner editors putting off deadlines- "Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomor- row." (Macbeth, Act V , Scene 5).
Zoology dissection class- "Look what I have."
Grade Nines in general - "0 brave new world, that has such people in't." (The Tempest, Act Ill, Scene 1).