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Wishing

I would I were beneath a tree

A-sleepin' in the shade with au the bills I got to pay PAID.

I wotrld I were on yonder hill

A-baskin' in the sun With atl tfie work I got to do DONE.

Wish I were beside the sea

Or sailing in a boat With all the things I got to write WROTE.

(By Roe Fulkerson)

Wicked Millionaires

I do not know how wicked these rAmerican millionaires are, but as I travel about and sge the resutrts of their generosity in tJre form of hospitals, churches, public libraries, universities, parks, recreation grounds, art museums, and theatres, I wonder what on earth we should do without them?-William Lyon Phelps.

What He Tho

Real Estate Agent: "'Well, wh do you think of our little city?"

Frank Visitor: "Well, tell you, pardner, this is the first cemetery I ever with lights."

Correction

We wish to give credit to Better flomes and Gardens for the beautiful home building prose poem, "I Want to Fuild a Home," that appeared on this page of our May first issue. The author is Chesla C. Sherlock and the article is covered by the copyright of Better flomes and Gardens. This article was sent to us as an anon5nnous article, otherwise we would have been pleased to have given credit to Better Homes and Gardens.

When A Man Is Free

in the morning he was awakened by his do the chores. He got out of bed with 4 ster and told to full of bi'tter-

There was a certain man who was a sla At four o'clock ness, and dragged rebellious feet to he barns, where he the light of a dingy fed the horses and milked the ,cows lantern.

Before the sun was up he was a furrows to which he gave no tho his shoulders stooped; he was ql with a plow, turning His eyes were dull;

At noon he stopped to eat; barns where merciful darknesr night he went back to the Again he milked the cows a brought him promise of rest. fed the horses, and when he had satisfied his own hu r, went morosely to bed to mutter in his sleep agai to menial tasks. the tyrannv that chained him

One day his master inherited the farm. as t a slave, but a citizen. ed and was buried and the slave law provided. He was no longer morning he was awakened by the dressed hurriedly and started for the rses and milk the ,cows. On the way he stopped to the deeply of the s,cented breeze that came out of the t; at the barns he sang among the astonished cattl crowing of 'cocks. barns to feed the h

Before the su the b'irds that I came up he was plowing and listening to ng in the hedgerows. He rested at noon,

At four o'clock the but his labo from the fiel sat on the of a starli were not finished until twilight drove him to milk and feed.

He rvas ti d, but his heart was light. He ate heartily, rch a little while to smoke and enjoy the peace

His ey night, and went gratefully to bed. closed; he relaxed. Sleep was upon him. But before h ost consciousness, he smiled in complete contentment, a a l>les murmured,. "It has been a wonderful dav. What rivilege to do just as one pleases."

-By Robert Quillen.

Dependable

"Mose, you Tazy rascal, do you think it right to leave your wife at the washtub while you spend your time fishing ?"

"Oh, yassuh, mah wife doan need no watchin'. She'll u.uk jes as ha'd as if'n Ah wuz dere."

Responsibility

Caller-"Who's the responsible man here?"

Office Boy-"If you mean who gets all the blame, yoqire talking to him now'."