ONE PLUS ONE EQUALS ONE A message for homemakers — See Page ?4 Oshawa, Ontario, eXarch, 25c. March Wind By Roma Terry
He raved, he roared, he howled, he screamed, And burst his throat with rage it seemed. He brandished wildly his great arms To boast his strength, and dared the strong To venture forth and prove him wrong. Then more he roared, and every breath Of awful anger spoke of death. He whipped the sand dunes from their ease, And twisted to the earth the trees, And lashed the heavy, groaning seas. Then rushing madly down the shore He, shouting, hurled the bulwarks o'er. 4 Then, round a cottage by the sea He reared and snorted at its peace, And dashed the waters underneath.
Thus in his passion he rushed on And raged until the rosy morn Lulled him to quiet. Then he looked back Along the shore and saw his path Grim with the telling of his wrath. And then he hung his head forlorn, And drooped, and low and long he mourned. Again he made his solemn vow, No more would passion shade his brow.
And when the wind sobs softly now, He's pining o'er a broken vow And making it anew, I trow.