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Ro&on, (2) fhe 7960~PtruL Lhon nong, d (3) ih ~UA'A /Let&hg~ o+ ihe hfo/ty o& Richand Cony ne&ctlLy ih u&cr ot $h.19804. Bun& on fi pmbe ihaL aLt uhitLZg denenuen CL den, owl. dmaaoom erpe/tience &-A in MApded coL&don a{ OUR wdiag d cuz h&onmd c.mmibs ding o+ om de &g SLene on can/lltn, We hope you enjoy fie exp&ce o,! ne&g om&g Q.A much m we ajoyd p/~Dducingb! Author Page %!el Goldilocks and the 'Shree Bears Joyce Signm A Visit From St. Richolas k&se ~avis Goldilocks 'a la Shakespeare Doris Brittaim Hudson. Dragnet: Case of the Wolfe hrry L. Woodt\mrd Clih Judith Johnson Puns Monster's Breakfast Cindy Miller Musical Misery larry L. Woodward The Three Little Pigs or How's a Wolf to Make a Living These Days Sheila HoM Ward hpmmkations Cents - Scents - Since - Sense Joyce Sim Ants and Aunts Denise Davis ' Mate and Mate: A Misunderstanding Mary Jo Spencer Sm'ews Lloris Hudson Nonsense Pane John Oxford The Mess Larry L. Wdrd Cornrersatim wedwad in the kitchen . Gina Fisher . at the Nakung Restaurant Anonymous in an alley John Oxford at the Burger King Donna Harmon E. A* Robinsan Paul Simon Judith Johon Joyce Sigrmn Mary Jo Spencer bm Ham Joh Word Denise Davis Narratives and 'prwls Black Beard and Billy Steve Stroup, Jr. Ghostly hgeWeeping Larry L. Wdrd What Shall Become of Me Steve Stroup, Jr. The Stranger Joh Oxford Nursery Rhym Blues Doris Hudson As I Close the Ihor Sheila Holman Beach Odyssey No. 3 hVema DeBenigo Face in the Mirror hrry L. Wmdward The .Conqueror's Creed Sheila Holm Claraklle's New Shoes Judith Johnson Fire Alma Powell Cover design and illustration by Judi th Johnson Parody Goldilocks and the Three Bears (King Jams Style) Thou shalt listen to this tale of Ion@,ago about three bars and a gold&- haired muan, whose surname was Smith. Thw shalt not judge the happenings. It ca~to pass threescore and faur years ago that a yamg mmm walketh down a moded path and cometh upan a cottage in the edge of the w.ds where a bmk meth. She hocketh on the door, but Inark, there was no answer, so she openeth the door and entereth. She seeth the loaves and fishes on the table and sitteth down to partake of the feast. Hitherto, finding them too hot to consume, she stclf fed them into her pockets. The young mmr~walketh around the dwelling to where the chairs sitteth and finally maketh hew way upstairs to the bed chambers where she lieth dmand falleth asleep. Straightway, the thee bears reketh, basting abut the delicious meal they wld partale of. Varily, I say at this point, they became extremely distraught, seeing the loaves and fishes had disappeared. The bears clhketh the stairs to the bed cbbers and findeth the young wnman, who sitteth up in bed and saith, "Get thee behind me and fret me not, lest I eateth the loaves and fishes and thou hast none. t I - Joyce Si- A Visit From St. Richolas 'IWAS the night before Graduation, when all through the dom, Not a creature ms stirring, not even a bhm. The caps were hmg on the chair with care, In hopes that St. Kcholas mid smk ere. The scholars =re nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of dollar s- danced in their heads; And dein her kerchie E , and I in my fool 3 cap, Had just settled our brains for a lmg mlcdnap. When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang frcm the kd to see what was the mster. Away to the Kindm I flew like a flash, Tripped over dirty clothes and threw up the slash. The rroon on the breast of the freshly cut: madow, Gave the luster of mid-day to objects belcrw, When, what to rrry mdering eyes mld appear, But: a minature desk, and eight tiny executives all in their tmderwear, With a little old driver, so lively and quick,- 1 hew in a mxnent: it rust k St. kich. bre rapid than mrd-processors his coursers they -. And he Iwhistled, and shouted, and called than by name; "Now, Casher ! Now Stasher ! Nm Banker and Pence ! On Wallet! On Shilling! On Dollar and Yen! To the top of the office, to the top of the msic hall? Naw dash may! Dash away! bash away all!" As dry sand that kfme the wild trarrricane fly, When they met with an obstacle, munt to the sky. So-up to the moftop the coursers they flew. With the desk h31 af office supplies, and St, Richolas, too. And then, in a minkling, I hear an the rmf, The prancing and pawing of each little black patent hoof. As I drew in my head, and was tmnhg aromd, Ihn the stairs St. Richolas carne in a bad. He ms dressed in jams and a tank, fmhis head to his bees, ARCZ his clothes were all tarnished with dirt and algea. A bundle of supplies he had flmg on his back. And he looked like a secretary just ope- his pack. Kis eyes--how they twinkled ! His dimples, hm merry ! His cheeks =re likeroses, his nose like a chew! His droll little nmuth was drawn up like a bow; And the bard on his chin was as men as the my-pillow. The stmp of a pipe he held tight like a fine red wine, And the smoke, it enci'rcled his head like a dollar sign. He had a broad face and a little rod klly, That shook when he laughed ljJce a bowlful of shillings. He was chubby and plq, a right jolly old elf. And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself, A wink of his eye and a twist of his head, Soon gave me to ~GWI had nothing to dread. He spoke not: a mrd, but mt straight to his mrk. And filled all the caps, then turned with a jerk; . And laying his finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up the stairs he rose. He sprang to his desk, to his team gave a notion. And away they all flew like the down of inflation. But I. heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight, "Congratulations to all, and to all a wealthy infinite. 2 - knise Davis Goldilocks la Shakespeare I mt not the path was dusty, Dane nature hath her best put forth! The roses fearfully on thorns did stand. Glorious is the riot of the garden's color when I see a Elmer floating fast! On fmt I follow through the forest dim until a man hovel burst: upon my sight. L trow 1 hew not what man scamp could dwell here, but I shook my golden lccks and stepped jxlsi.de. Such sights as met mine eyes within this hovel! Wooden h1s crwd dmwith oats upon you table ! "Villian, wherefore art thou?" " voice upon the silence hung. No answer to my greeting; thus, I sat upon a man stml and partook of oats to my belly's fill! Rest for my weary body came to mind, hence, I searched the caning glm for a place of ease. No couches cam into my view. But rude Genches built of rush. I eased myself upon the nearest and became a rack of pain! This torture I could not sulxnit my body to. Thinkhg the adjoining bench could k no worse, 1 moved, therefore, upon its wait- seat. Norest for weary banes hereon! A -11 chair wtth runners st& waiting by an inner door and I cast my £ram there in! Ease at long last! The builder of this hassock well hm his mrk! The mers eased me back and forth full wll to induce a state of slmkr. I enjoyed this rocking state full measure till the legs fell apart. There I sat upon the floor reflecting on Life's fleeting pleasures ! Could I but find the lout who dwells here I muld make mppy his thick pate! Mine eyes fell upan a rude: stair rising at the far back of this chhr and 1 set forth to mt the glmway. No candles for this dimness as I groped my way aloft! Passing the top step fumisth me stood a door.