Song for Heat
DE sun roll up so red en dim,
He seem to buhn de sky;
De dewdrops lebe de willow lim'
Befo' he git too high.
Ah walk out in de timbeh lan'
En deh Ah take mah seat;
Ah see det locus' close et han'
En heah his song foh heat.
Oh, Misteh Locus' in det tree,
Pipe yo' tune aroun';
Tell how hot it's guine to be
Befo' de sun go down.
De riveh's lak a lookin'-glas',
De win' blow fum de souf;
It seem to say es it sweep pas'—
"Six mo' weeks ob drouf!"
De lizahd run along de fence,
De bracsnake's in de wheat,
Det locus' hide in green lebes dense
En sing his song foh heat.
Oh, Misteh Locus' in det tree,
Sing en do yo' bes';
Mak' it too hot to wohk foh me—
En den Ah'll hab to res'.
The Queer Beggar Boy
ONE day the queerest beggar boy
He came to our back door;
He was the raggedyest one
I ever saw before.
My mother told him, "Come right in
And sit down here and rest,"
And gave him lots of buttered bread,
And cake, and turkey breast.
And then she gave him my old coat,
And hat that's almost new,
And then she said, "Poor child, poor child,"
And gave him playthings, too.
But 'stead of being happy, then,
And nice and satisfied,
As I'd 'a' been, that beggar boy
Jus' cried, and cried, and cried!
A New Kind of Game
HARRISON, aged four, was taken by his mother to pay his first visit to his grandparents in a distant city. It was his grandfather's custom to have "silent grace" before each meal was placed upon the table, and Harrison's mother explained to him that when he was at the table he would see his grandfather bow his head and maintain silence for a few moments, and that he should do likewise.
When the family sat down to dinner, Harrison watched his grandfather, and the moment he bowed his head Harrison did the same. After a short period of silence, long enough, Harrison thought, he cried out, to the mortification of his mother:
"Amen. I'm out first!"
Reasonable
KENNETH was having a lesson in color, and finally his aunt touched her gray skirt and asked, "What color is this?"
Kenneth hesitated and then said, "Dark white."
"No," laughed his aunt. "Dark white isn't a color. Think again."
Kenneth fidgeted, but at last he said, confidently, "If it isn't dark white it must be light black."
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"A Little Learning"
"Oh, look, grandpa is holding his paper upside down!"
