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 And if it isn't yet dusk, don't worry. Have tea, bed down quickly, and sweet dreams to you. For tomorrow and tomorrow you have to struggle with the Cox and Solitary before you can settle down to a good meal in Katoomba.
-For the Gossaa.
+=====For the Gossips.=====
-The social round ,on. Labour Day.
-Barren Lands & Beyond.
+The social round on Labour Day.
-Nose to the ground, eyes peering hither end thither, notebook appearing and disappearing in flourishes grandiose,' the Official Reporter was on the Ofiicia:.1-Walk. (Alarming, what?)
-When first i looked, Edna Gurrr,Id Was there. Agi.O. I cPst my eyes around ---7.nd she vDs gone: Did the Barren Lands mists swallow hr up? Or w.,,s she cons-ci6iis of my furtive entries in the notebook?
+====Barren Lands & Beyond.====
-Subterfuge was rife. Norm.), Borden, with enough food for three (and Bob Younger-cF.irryinE- it - 'Labour Day, alright) did her best to whiten Alex Colloy's hir. Got lost three times, with at least throe melds. She seemed to be tbe ntcleut of the Breakswv "Group, which consistently lagzad five. mils behind the loader, EE1W him only 9t meal times. (some:: times), 9nd in a:, lat 4alf-mile sprint' to 0tch him -- yes, missod the train!
-The Leydon -..CosEro,ve controversir,ns confounded the critics. Bushu-Ilkers. wor lousey; Berry Leer as lousey; Kosciusko ww7ithor lousy. Bu :211 ag i.ed th-t;whon the depression comes, it will be grand to go w:IlkIng po ,,.n6htly with occ71Sion711 ports'. Of vll'to collect the
+Nose to the ground, eyes peering hither end thither, notebook appearing and disappearing in flourishes grandiose, the Official Reporter was on the Official Walk. (Alarming, what?)
-At Centrr.1, Dennis Gittoes missed the trr lin, thoma raced it tc Berry' No, this isn't fliploy's column -- he hi-jack,ed, a timely truck.
-,,
+When first I looked, Edna Garrrard was there. Again I cast my eyes around - and she was gone! Did the Barren Lands mists swallow her up? Or was she conscious of my furtive entries in the notebook?
-We thought o hTd.' U.S. Army:ConstructI'Dn Battalion, but somebne murmur,-Jd, "Dora17n," IhtrIgued we wore by twb lumps of hose:-pipe, one 12rge, one sm7ill. ".Firp ppr8Uders, for 'blowing fires to life. Large
-ono for large fires, sm-II"Onb for cm 11 When he wants to put
+Subterfuge was rife. Norma Barden, with enough food for three (and Bob Younger carrying it - Labour Day, alright) did her best to whiten Alex Colloy's hair. Got lost three times, with at least three males. She seemed to be the nucleus of the Breakaway Group, which consistently lagged five mils behind the leader, saw him only at meal times (sometimes), and in a last half-mile sprint to catch him - yes, missed the train!
-the fire out, ho sucks instef'.d of blowinE.
-At Yoo12, folloed-the trend of the times, sporting a ten-mm
+The Leydon-Cosgrove controversies confounded the critics. Bushwalkers were lousey; Berry beer as lousey; Kosciusko weather was lousy. But all agreed that when the depression comes, it will be grand to go walking permanently with occassional ports of call to collect the dole!
-tent, with pck I1flXQ coMplete. Is it rot nm7zing how the tort is put
-awv in the fick thP' P7-ck putt=11/17ny,id thc; tent ,111 pight?
+At Central, Dennis Gittoes missed the train, then raced it to Berry! No, this isn't Ripley's column - he hi-jacked a timely truck.
-Phil H7.11 struck geologic f-z me over night, un6. rthing the best fossils Yeoln h,9.s yet produced. "Pbo,h17 sTid r, sceptic, "Ii,ve soon
+We thought we had a U.S. Army Construction Battalion, but someone murmured, "Dorman." Intrigued we were by two lumps of hose-pipe, one large, one small. "Fire persaders, for blowing fires to life. Large one for large fires, small one for small fires." When he wants to put the fire out, he sucks instead of blowing.
+At Yoola, followed the trend of the times, sporting a ten-man tent, with pack annexe complete. Is it not amazing how the tent is put away in the pack all day, and the pack put away in the tent all night?
+Phil Hall struck geologic fame over night, unearthing the best fossils Yeola has yet produced. "Pooh!" said a sceptic, "I've seen better ones in club!" We hope he meant rocks.
+====Walgon River Walkabout-=====
+You have heard Roley on women of course? "Two men to every woman, lads, etc., etc."... but there's another side to the story. There he was on the Walgon - the old dog for the hard road. Three women in the crowd, and every one of them in his food party! Need we explain that his pack weighed 101bs., that he fried not one single chop; nor stirred one single billy; yes, nor washed one single plate?
+In that impromptu spirit so manifest among the walkers, they wandered up a side creek from Annie Rowan's, to find an impasse in the form of two waterfalls. No; they must turn back. But whist! Was that a voice up there? Why, there were Jenny and Eric, way up top. Now this, my dears, was a pretty pickle - for half of the food was up and could not get down, whilst tiae othar half was down and could not get up. Have you ever faced the prospect of living the rest of the day on dried cabbage and milk? Then do you wonder that Jenny yelled as only Jenny can yell?
+=====Stork Derby.=====
+Yes, as forecast, the stork has been working as hard as usual. The Paul Barnses drew a cloak of secrecy around the event, but it is now known that their daughter will be six months old at Christmas.
+The Ron Bakers, too, are gurgling baby-talk. Rhonda Lisbeth is their last light-weight effort. Visitors to the ward noticed that another baby bore strong resemblance to one of the club's male eligiblies. Now, who's blushing?
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+The Year's hard luck story comes from the poor unfortunate at Garrawarra working bee, who, far from missing the nail and hitting his thumb, placed his thumb __on__ the nail, then hit with unerring aim!
+Irving Calnan has disappeared from the Club. Gone to Lismore. Did he read the Kweensland Speshul and develope a yearning for the North?
+The "free" nights on the social programme are not because we think you are broke. Merely to remind you to turn over your spare cash to Rene Browne's Kiddies' Treat.
+====The Sydney Bushwalker" - Xmas Issue.====
+Next month!! The year's best artic1es! Fun and gossip; full page illustrations by Dennis Gittoes and Ted Constable; poems by the Club's lyrics; articles (we hope!) by many oontributors (yet to come). Come forth and contribute.
+====="Porthos and Pathos with Priddle"=====
-better ones in * uhl" We hope lp maitit rocks.
-dole;
-Walgon River Walkribout--
-You ilave herd Rolcy on wompn;: of ccurso? "TwQmon to ovorY WOM912, lads, etc., c5to."...bui there's rnother side to the story. There he was on the VIT,Jn-,t4.a. old for th.,.; hrard rn-d. Throe women in the crowd, ?nd oyery. One of them in his fond p-rty! Ngod we explain th-t his pock weighed i4lbs., that he fried not ono single chop, nor stirred one sinala billy, yo, ncr washed 'me sincale ,A;-tel?
-In tht impromptu spirit so mnifest 5,m-ng the w-lkers, they wanekered up ci side creek from Anne Row-nis, tr) find '2,n imp9sse in the form of two -waterf-als.* No; they_must turn bock. But whist! W'as - th-t a voice up there? Why, ,thoro wore Jenny -nd Eric, w-y up top.
-N7w this, my do9rs, pretty-pickie -- for h-.1f of the food W9S
-up and could n-t get hdown, whilst tiae othar hnlf w:. nnd could
-not get up. Have yru ever f-lcod th.) pros2ect of living the rest of th-Q' doy on dried cbbog on,rnil1? Then do y-u wonder th,-,4t Jenny yelled as only Jenny 0-2,n yoil?
-STORK DERBY.
-Yes, as forecast,- the storlt has been working as hard as usual. The Paul BarnseS. drew a cloak of secrecy around the event, but it is now known that their daughter will be six months old at Christmas.
-The Ron Bakers, too) -are ,gurgling babytalk. Rhonda Lisbeth is their last lightweight effort. Visitors to the ward notioed that another baby barlE! strong resemblanoeto one of the club's male, eligiblies. Now, yho'.15 blu8hin0 _
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-The Yearl s hard luck StorY comes from the2 poor unTortunate 6.t
-arqtawarra working bee, Who, far from missing the hail and hitting his thumb, placed his thUmb on the hail, then hit with unerring aim!,
-Irving Calnan has disappeared from the Club. Gone to Lismore. Did he _read the Kweens14nd Spesh-ul -and develope a yearning for the North?
-The "free" nights on the ,social programme are not because we think you are broke. Merely to rerilih4 you to turn over your spare_ cash to Rene Browne's Kiddies' Triwt:'
-"THE SYDNEY B1J5HWALKER" XMAS ISSUE..
-Next monthtl. The year' s best artic1es1 Fun and gossip; full page illustrations by Dennis Gittoes and Ted Constable; poems by the Club' s lyrics; articles (we hope'.) by many oontrlbutors (yet to.00Me). Come forth and contribute.
-PORTHOS AND 'PATHOS, WITH PRIDDLE"
 By "Dingo"
-So I sez to myself says I "What you 'want, ',old chap_is. a nice quiet ramble in the bush and then yOu'll return to work as fregh-as paint". Being Friday evening I wriggle down to the Club and there I am introduced to a pleasant bird called Luke priddle. Luke it seems is taking a team from the Upper Colo to Kurrajong Heights. I have conversation with LUke and emerge from the fray sixteen boblets poorer, but, my little Spanish Onions - I'm on the walk.
-The aucdeeding week I float about and Friday evening finds me with suffictent fodder for the trip. I am Also to be found at Parramatta Station whence the truck is scheduled to leave at 7.30 p m. I arrive at 7.20 p m. and by 8 p m. have walked about two miles around the station, seeking latecomers. Betty duly arrives and there is a vulgar souffle to see,who sits next to her in the motor chariot. Disgusting the way these young chaps push theses forward. From where I sit I sse the top of her ear occasionally,so brighten up. somewhat.
-The trip is entertaining fron0he beginning. When wa get really going the lorry gives, out a great shower of sparks from the und,ergear, so much so, that a followiag. motor cyclist draws abreast and informs
-our driver that he is on fire (not the-driver). Much to our disappointment we pull up and discover that it'ia only carbon from the exhaust pipe and I 'settle down tolook at the ear again.
-About one hour afterwards 140 are bowling along a dusty road and I woUld not'bb contradicted if I mendhthat :a 'speck or two of the same dust 'enters the part where I sit.':I.at:informedt:hat it ia called affectionate dust, which I believelaeCause a pound on-two is clinging to my skin. Around about this time some heartless beast obscures W. view of the auditory appendage (ear, you mug) so I cast A glance to my right.. Dogonne my ornery hide if I'm not sitting next to.Bob: and Phil.-j.Having bunked with Phil on Berry Mountain, I feel at home and ehoXtly afterwards the conversation turns to tents. It is discovered thatlim'three have a tent 'each, ao someone suggests we tent together and utilise the slur-Pius tents aEvicoverage. -A very solid idea, so When we turn in at 11 p m. it is-not'surprising that we thl'eeare cheek to cheek, more or 1&&s Anyway. I also am not surprisad-t0,t1Ad. myself on the outside as We have ,drawn straws for the position in the centre.
-..:plarid a very restless night and am pleased to seethe dawn. aiAbiried- by 'others and soon breakfast is on the way. Phil and Bob each report a'goOd"night,'..s al4ep, which makes the big blbite' a little envious. Phil however draws.:attentio4.to my sleeping pants and I am advised that by removing the rtom the,pockets an improvement
-in the slumber will be noticed.
- - .4..
-The-,inetriictionorare,to b6. ready to Move off at 8 a m.'ed at
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-. aale% we. ki4'Off;to, ItOty%hic.(1 start Up'a'hill naturally,. Going
-down the other. slae tp:efaingry :Way Cree,k. lattli, Bob
-ar..m wirdMmw.. Imm..p011.Wmoven CL.
-and_Phil and some_ bright soul claSseS us aS the Three Musketeers. Thi'7i is same,speCulation as to how to allot the characters but on discussio:i Bob id.Aramis, Phil is Athos and you Can'gueSs who Cops Porthos. I rack My brain and am rewarded with ,the memory that Porthos is the
--4Ullest of the trio... Curse Alex Dumas, The descent 1.8 also highlighted by a wallaby aChieVing aliost impossible leaps from rock to
-Westward'alOng the Creek and,we come to the Colo River. There
-we receive a pleasant surprise as, the River is cleaner than we expected. About midday the party crossed the river, knee deep at the crossing, and mention might be' made that all talk of swimming before. lunch SpPMed to just fade away.
-Lunch at the junction of the Colo and Tootle Creek and afterwards alcnz the creek for about half a mile then Bingo, we seek higher alti, tudc:. The afternoon passes- climbing fOur successive ridges and Porthos here dips his lid to the girls in the party, Gwen, Betty; May, Shirley and Jenny. They never chants down into low gear. I would like to report the same about Porthosiout you know how it is. Too ,many- witnesses. Five-oclock finds Luke & Co. at Condor Trig, and we are cheered at the news that camp im,only a short distance away. Several glamor boys take the opportunity-tojpose,on the trig for
-photos and it is reallydisgusting:the way they push themselves forward and it is only by good fortUne-that I am not shoved off the trig and -put completely out of thespicture. -
-Away goes the team to camp and away go the Musketeers, and please notice, Betty. -I'm not a woman to talk but that girl has really got taste. Iffien next we take a look about us the rest of th6 party seem to have vanished so we follow in the direction we assume to be correct.
-.After a few minutes we are not. so sure Of ourselves, so Porthos, who has learned to C000, gets in a little Practice, but not even an echo replies. Things are soquiet that even the sound of Sinatra singing would be welcome, "rep Bud; it is as -quiet as that. So Athos, Aramis and Porthos start to use their horse sense and bowl down a ridge or
-. two. The position is not improved by Athosf pack going for a stroll all by its self.: It does not go very farbut completes the trip by dropping over a,middle cliff. Just between you and me the abovementioned pack contains eggs. By this time the place is getting very dark' arli on account of power rationing there are no lights (Curse the Government 7'Curse the Miners). The gentle reader may now be excueed for thinking the Musketeers are lost, but not those bright boys. All you have to do 16 return to Condor Trig and make another start. po away they go and walk for about half an hour:, but some praatioal -joker has removed the trig. By this time it is so dark. that the Owls are even carrying Glow-worms for illumination and it is decided to make a dry camp. At that presact moment several coos are heard and. in a couple of minutes along bowl-.Luke,'Clem and Colin. I don't wish to be anyway emotionallaut veryankissed BettyYand even
-Porthos iscarried:away and participates, in the orgy and is Only halted. when he makes a mistake in the dark and 'gets gulash on his chin. The least said about the shameful return 1116 better but. I am assured that although Bushwalkere may be overdue, th6y_aro never_lost. Which is
-.
-a vbry dmforting thought when you don' t know where you are.
-Sunday morning fin04, the pl rtY o ve4opki4gWheeny Creek' and it -is -t,i7.t1,17..ying to receive the 'complitherits:,f;rbta the rest of the party. The r_,:r_rer3. Musketeers are even honored to the extent of being placed at the head' of the crowd. As I was saying we are looking down on 'Wheeny
-and, youmight be pardoned for saying ' it is only a short step
-Investigating officers JOhnO,- _Like.' and 'Clem report it to be :Only: a: short' step, but a rock 'face intervened so we must need's turn our; Va.-01c. on' the.' short way: At the baCk of olir ridge we 'find a convenient creek, bit half way down We 'also strike a not do convenient waterfall so it i e a case of back up the creek.
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- :The next. creek' looks promiel rig so with strict instructions to the Musketeers not to stray, away o the investigators. Better luck this time and a.: halt ie.:called half 'way' 'down for lunch. Short and. sweet would-, be the, oorre-ct term for this''meal a:e we are: behind schedule.,. The 4,4c-ent of the creek is most int6resting even if at tithes a tri.C.2 rough. and Wheenie. Creek is reached practically without incident It'' mlzght.:be mentioned that Porthos: is inclined' to be a little original in his method of deei-anding a' waterfall. After he has :picked. hithself up' it is oxplainkid patiently that fee-t.'"first, , not head first, is thecorrs:tt way.
-prom Wheenie Creek it is -juetne; biecuit'toss to Kurrajong Heights and after a couple of hours we come out on to the roadway where we
- expected to our lorry. It is almost six o' clock and. Are are heartened by 'a report from a tag.8eing motorist, that there is a covered'
-just up the road. Luke. has never been over the complete route
-!.-fore and a gentle pat on the back is merited for his leading.: io owess.'. Back to parramatta by our motor 'chariot where Luke further
-Uears himself to the team by producing a chaff bag full o. oranges
-now nforms Us that he purchased them for twenty sheckels at Arinstron g1 s Orchard, at the oorarrenderrient of the walk. I 'recollect the story Of a' bloke' who once oarrieil half a hundr,edwei:ght of coboa over seventeen mountains sbI look hard :at Luke but he doesn' t bat an eye and swears they were Carried in the lorry since the "time of purchase. Didregarding. my iorbken back, I 'believe the story; -
-There is!'nothirig. else to, report except to record that the Ham-
-..
-burger: shop sold,. out...at -Parramatta and a 'Milk bar has iraoancies for two new attendants next: time We ge..thete:.
+So I sez to myself says I "What you want, old chap is a nice quiet ramble in the bush and then you'll return to work as fresh as paint". Being Friday evening I wriggle down to the Club and there I am introduced to a pleasant bird called Luke Priddle. Luke it seems is taking a team from the Upper Colo to Kurrajong Heights. I have conversation with Luke and emerge from the fray sixteen boblets poorer, but, my little Spanish Onions - I'm on the walk.
+The succeeding week I float about and Friday evening finds me with sufficient fodder for the trip. I am also to be found at Parramatta Station whence the truck is scheduled to leave at 7.30 p.m. I arrive at 7.20 p.m. and by 8 p.m. have walked about two miles around the station, seeking latecomers. Betty duly arrives and there is a vulgar scuffle to see who sits next to her in the motor chariot. Disgusting the way these young chaps push themselves forward. From where I sit I sse the top of her ear occasionally so brighten up somewhat.
+The trip is entertaining from the beginning. When we get really going the lorry gives out a great shower of sparks from the undergear, so much so, that a followiag motor cyclist draws abreast and informs our driver that he is on fire (not the driver). Much to our disappointment we pull up and discover that it is only carbon from the exhaust pipe and I settle down to look at the ear again.
+About one hour afterwards we are bowling along a dusty road and I would not be contradicted if I mench that a speck or two of the same dust enters the part where I sit. I am informed that it is called affectionate dust, which I believe because a pound or two is clinging to my skin. Around about this time some heartless beast obscures my view of the auditory appendage (ear, you mug) so I cast a glance to my right. Dogonne my ornery hide if I'm not sitting next to Bob and Phil. Having bunked with Phil on Berry Mountain, I feel at home and shortly afterwards the conversation turns to tents. It is discovered that we three have a tent each, ao someone suggests we tent together and utilise the surplus tents as coverage. A very solid idea, so when we turn in at 11 p.m. it is not surprising that we three are cheek to cheek, more or 1ess anyway. I also am not surprisad to find myself on the outside as we have drawn straws for the position in the centre.
+I spend a very restless night and am pleased to see the dawn. I am joined by others and soon breakfast is on the way. Phil and Bob each report a good night's sleep, which makes the big bloke a little envious. Phil however draws attention to my sleeping pants and I am advised that by removing the oranges from the pockets an improvement in the slumber will be noticed.
+The instructions are to be ready to move off at 8 a.m. so at 9 a.m. we kick off to a very nice start - up a hill naturally. Going down the other side to Hungry Way Creek I find myself again with Bob and Phil and some bright soul classes us as the Three Musketeers. There is some speculation as to how to allot the characters but on discussion Bob is Aramis, Phil is Athos and you can guess who cops Porthos. I rack my brain and am rewarded with the memory that Porthos is the dullest of the trio. Curse Alex Dumas. The descent is also highlighted by a wallaby achieving almost impossible leaps from rock to rock. Westward along the Creek and we come to the Colo River. There we receive a pleasant surprise as the River is cleaner than we expected. About midday the party crossed the river, knee deep at the crossing, and mention might be made that all talk of swimming before lunch seemed to just fade away.
+Lunch at the junction of the Colo and Tootie Creek and afterwards along the creek for about half a mile then Bingo, we seek higher altitudes. The afternoon passes climbing four successive ridges and Porthos here dips his lid to the girls in the party, Gwen, Betty, May, Shirley and Jenny. They never change down into low gear. I would like to report the same about Porthos but you know how it is. Too many witnesses. Five o'clock finds Luke & Co. at Conder Trig, and we are cheered at the news that camp is only a short distance away. Several glamor boys take the opportunity to pose on the trig for photos and it is really disgusting the way they push themselves forward and it is only by good fortune that I am not shoved off the trig and put completely out of the picture.
+Away goes the team to camp and away go the Musketeers, and please notice, Betty. I'm not a woman to talk but that girl has really got taste. When next we take a look about us the rest of the party seem to have vanished so we follow in the direction we assume to be correct. After a few minutes we are not so sure of ourselves, so Porthos, who has learned to Cooo, gets in a little practice, but not even an echo replies. Things are so quiet that even the sound of Sinatra singing would be welcome. Yep Bud, it is as quiet as that. So Athos, Aramis and Porthos start to use their horse sense and bowl down a ridge or two. The position is not improved by Athos' pack going for a stroll all by its self. It does not go very far but completes the trip by dropping over a middle cliff. Just between you and me the abovementioned pack contains eggs. By this time the place is getting very dark and on account of power rationing there are no lights (Curse the Government - Curse the Miners). The gentle reader may now be excused for thinking the Musketeers are lost, but not those bright boys. All you have to do is return to Conder Trig and make another start. So away they go and walk for about half an hour, but some practical joker has removed the trig. By this time it is so dark that the owls are even carrying Glow-worms for illumination and it is decided to make a dry camp. At that presact moment several coos are heard and in a couple of minutes along bowl Luke, Clem and Colin. I don't wish to be any way emotional but everyone kissed Betty and even Porthos is carried away and participates in the orgy and is only halted when he makes a mistake in the dark and gets gulash on his chin. The least said about the shameful return the better but I am assured that although Bushwalkers may be overdue, they are never lost. Which is a very comforting thought when you don't know where you are.
+Sunday morning finds the party overlooking Wheeny Creek and it is gratifying to receive the compliments from the rest of the party. The Three Musketeers are even honored to the extent of being placed at the head of the crowd. As I was saying we are looking down on Wheeny Creek and you might be pardoned for saying it is only a short step down. Investigating officers Johno, Luke and Clem report it to be only a short step, but a rock face intervened so we must needs turn our back on the short way. At the back of our ridge we find a convenient creek, but half way down we also strike a not so convenient waterfall so it is a case of back up the creek.
+The next creek looks promising so with strict instructions to the Musketeers not to stray, away go the investigators. Better luck this time and a halt is called half way down for lunch. Short and sweet would be the oorrect term for this meal as we are behind schedule. The decent of the creek is most interesting even if at times a trifle rough and Wheenie Creek is reached practically without incident. It might be mentioned that Porthos is inclined to be a little original in his method of descending a waterfall. After he has picked himself up it is explained patiently that feet first, not head first, is the correct way.
+From Wheenie Creek it is just a biscuit toss to Kurrajong Heights and after a couple of hours we come out on to the roadway where we expected to find our lorry. It is almost six o'clock and we are heartened by a report from a passing motorist that there is a covered lorry just up the road. Luke has never been over the complete route before and a gentle pat on the back is merited for his leading prowess. Back to Parramatta by our motor chariot where Luke further endears himself to the team by producing a chaff bag full of oranges. He now informs us that he purchased them for twenty sheckels at Armstrong's Orchard at the commencement of the walk. I recollect the story of a bloke who once carried half a hundred weight of cocoa over seventeen mountains so I look hard at Luke but he doesn't bat an eye and swears they were carried in the lorry since the time of purchase. Disregarding my broken back I believe the story.
+There is nothing else to report except to record that the Hamburger shop sold out at Parramatta and a milk bar has vacancies for two new attendants next time we go there.
+----
+=====Poem - to Jenny=====
- ,
+A damsel bending over Peggy's knee,\\
-j
+(A wicked grin, but speaking not a word)\\
-A dathser.`bending - With altitrnati ng: --
+With alternating shrieks of pain and glee,\\
-As r -
+As Peggy wields a pin,\\
-Peg'gy- lqields a
+A splinter casues strife in any woman's life!\\
-And fLercely jabs
+And fiercely jabs it in\\
-th- Itol-ey.- pacing
+With Roley pacing up and down the sward.
-, POEM - TO JENNY
-but speaking not a word)
-A splinter causes strife In any womant s
-over -Peggy'-e knee,- (A. wicked., :shrieks of-- path:
-and 'glee','"'
- r
-it 'in,
-up arid d-own. the
-. sgard; -
-;..=rtiorg...wwgerrtiraa  11.
 THINGS OF YORE.
 By Skip.