Radio and television mirror (July-Dec 1948)

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BARGAIN It was a timid lad who came to sell A pail of string beans at my kitchen door. I do no canning, but I bought the beans, And said: "How nice; do give me two pails more!" I knew that they were stringy, • tough, and scorched By the drought-sun that flames the Ozark skies — And now. I sit and stare at all the beans I bought, to see success in a child's, eyes. ■ — Rosa Zagnoni Marinoni WHEN YOU HAVE NO CHOICE Why must you be so pitiless O heart That has so pitifully brief an hour To beat, to ease this raw and bitter smart, To lean austerely from your narrow tower And comfort the lost wanderer? Share now Your fire; take that chilled hand in your own And let love place his kiss upon your brow. This life is so precarious a loan. Soon, soon you will lie still in endless night, Forever undisturbed by my despair Although I beat your gate with reckless might And cry your name on the unanswering air. You will be deaf to the most vibrant voice, Cold and unmoving— when you have no choice. — Ethel Jacobson Verses to stir the surface of your mind as gently as a sumrue ////