Photoplay (Jul-Dec 1949)

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Into a sleepy old village, So the old legend goes, Strode an odd-looking figure With a book to his nose. The news spread like fire. Nay, even much faster — “ ’Tis Ichabod Crane, the new Village schoolmaster!” His clothes, though quite foppish, Were not nearly as swanky As the manners displayed by This pedagogue Yankee; Who paid for his board with Gallant attentions And favored fat lunch pails With honorable mentions. Ode to ICHABOD Now in all Sleepy Hollow Not one could compare With Katrina Van Tassel, So buxom and fair. Her father, a farmer, was Rich beyond measure. A fact which gave Ichabod Very great pleasure. So he courted Katrina and Pert coquette, Encouraged his ardor, though Her fancy was set On husky Brom Bones, a Muscular lad Who rightly considered the Teacher a cad! Then came that dark night of Katrina’s big dance When during the feasting Brom. Bones saw his chance. The guests were all talking Of goblins and ghosts And Ichabod’s face was much Whiter than most! But no story they told was More horrible than Brom’s hair-raising tale of The “Headless Horseman.” Who rode Sleepy Hollow’s dark Byways at night In search of a headpiece to Fit him just right! Poor Ichabod’s scalp crept as Homeward he rode Through the deep forest, The specter’s abode. The romantic adventures of “Ichabod” from Walt Disney’s “Ichabod and Mr. Toad” Verse by Rena Firth Suddenly he heard it and with Horror fled From a demon that shrieked Though it hadn’t a head! Just when it seemed he would swoon From sheer fright, His thundering steed, as if aware Of his plight Plunged headlong across the old bridge Which they said Would stay the dread horseman’s Search for a head. They found Ichabod’s hat Beside a smashed pumpkin face — But never again Was he seen in that place. 66