Radio and television mirror (July-Dec 1948)

■fHi ~-_ * LOST SON Radio Miirpr's Prize Poem Never again will his deft leet follow The pasture-pond that was round and shallow. Yet somehow, strangely, he walks there still. Swinging his lantern — a ribbon ol flame Threading the dark; and I call his name! But only my echo shouts back irom the hill. Only grey silence drifts up from the meadow. Yet still, I say, I can see hiB shadow. Oh, always in spirit he'll cross this land; And only a mother can see him pass. Bending the tassels of haunted grass, The years' light locked in his young, brown hand! — Pauline Havard ; i!i \TI<: CALENDAR ' How shall I know that I'm growing old If lime loaves no tell-tale trace? If no silver gleqmi in my dusky hair And no furrows indent my face? I shall know at last that I'm growing old. Though no record of years I keep: When I weep at things that once made me smile And smile of what made me weep. — Anastasla Thomas 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 Zagnooi Marinoni WHEN YOU HAVE NO CHOll I 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 un voice, Cold and unmoving — when you have no choice. — Ethel Jacobson 'i?me?isM STUDIES IN GEOMETRY When I was small — Oh, five or four — My world was a circle, Nothing more. I, standing at center, Could not sense Beyond the bright Circumference; All things were good But in degree As they brought happiness To me. I've seen the small Bright circle change To geometric Figures, strange And awesome; I have found my place At apex, corner, Or at base. Today I cannot Quite define The shape of world I now call. mine; And as for my Location in it, That shifts about With every minute . . . At last I count it Very grand When I find any Place to stand! , — B. Y. Williams EXOTIC I've tried so many heavenly scents. But alas for my noble experiments! Comes romantic dusk, my husband prefer The fragrance of onions and hamburgers — May Richstone *»* *-»tw PRAYER FOR \m WIFE Lord, let my golden store R N Of laughter, as I pour L* ~ It from its pitcher, be ^£< Replenished, so that he F^ May always have it when He wishes it — for men ~^*A Need it from women's lips. ^ And if the pitcher tips With difficulty now y^\j i And then. Lord, show me how. In the face of fear or doubt. To get good laughter out. — Elaine V. EmanF By TED MALONE Be sore to listen to Ted Malone's morning program, Mondar through Friday at 11:45 EDT, over ABC. LAST LAP "Hew you have grown/ my son! I iwon. When you were just a little chap You often liked to tit upon My lop!" "You, too, have grown since days remote. For, Dad, the lap I tat upon When just a little chap, I note Is gone!" — Additon H. Hallock RADIO MIRROR will' pay fifty dollars for the original poem, sent in by a reader, selected by Ted Malone as the best of that month's poems submitted by readers. Five dollars will he paid for each other original poem submitted and printed on the Between the Bookends pages in Radio Mirror. Address your poetry to Ted Malone, Radio Mirror, 205 East 42nd Street, New York 17, N. Y. Poetry submitted should be limited to thirty lines. When postage is enclosed every effort will be made to return unused manuscripts. This is not a contest, but an offer to purchase poetry for Radio Mirror's Between the Bookends. Verses to stir the surface «>f your mind M gently a ( peez 4 passing ovemwater viv n $ **