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THRU THE STORM
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Oh, Honey-Gal!" She caught the wide-eyed infant to her in an ecstatic hug. "Oh, Honey-Gal, you're going to college, after all!"
The murmur of words continued behind the closed door, with the somnolence of a babbling rill. But to Andy's wife, it was no murmur at all — the peans of praise for Andy sang, torrent-like, into her ears.
She clasped her hands and waited.
Then the delegation of solemn officials trooped out of Andy's room, with Andy following them.
Andy sat down groggily, and, for one cruel instant, the pallor of his drawn skin and the dreamy look in his eyes brought a catch to her throat.
He reached over weakly and drew Honey-Gal to his lap, and, with officialdom gathering round them and making undignified efforts to unbend, the glad surge of happiness swept into Susie's heart.
HONEY-GAL IS GOING TO COLLEGE, AFTER ALL
"College?" questioned Andy, into the toy ear behind the touseled hair; "I guess, little Honey-Gal, you can have your pick — honest! I'm not dreamin'."
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Picture Books
By RALPH BACON
When I was just a little lad
How earnestly I used to pore O'er all the picture books that dad
Spread for me on his study floor.
And now that I am older grown, And somber texts my eyes should win,
I find that still I have to own I like the books with pictures in.
Time was when education came To only those who sought her out ;
The books that brought their authors fame We idlers never knew about.
But things 've changed, now children know The wondrous tales that Dickens wrote ;
The story folks of long ago
Before their happy visions float :
The gorgeous history of old Rome;
The sacred one of Palestine; The village where Christ had His home
Before the world knew Him divine,
And all the many stories laid Away on dark and dusty shelves,
The movie actors now have made In pictures that explain themselves.
The movies give us all that's best
In literature, if we but look. For, in their great scenario quest,
They've made the world a picture book
And now that I'm a gray-haired man, My happiest hours are at the show,
For I am still a picture fan. As in the days of long ago.