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January 15^ 1945 BAILEY BUGLE Pagft 6 SKILL SHOWN IN PARAGRAPH BUILDING Unusual though it may be, the fact that the stories of ’’Freckles" and ’’Rebecca of Sunny- brook Farm” are so dif ferent and yet so a- llke adds much to their appeal. Similar are they when both characters have lost' something dear to theni Freckles, his right arm, and Rebecca, her affectionate family. Dissimilar are they, too, for the spirit of nature-loving Freckles in his admiration for his rugged, kindly Mr. McLean clashe^e with liberty-loving;Rebecca fearing her harsh”spare the rod and spoil the child” aunt. However, comparatively the same climax appears for both-Rebecca and Freck les attain their for- most desires and a noi*- mal education. Sally Lou Perry For an ''interesting story of life in that barren, trackless, al most uninhabited,east ern coast of Maine, Mary Ellen Chase’s Windswept is one of the best. From her description of this region, one visualia.os the scenery and the few people who live there. The reader will particularly be im pressed by the Marston family's love for the windsv/ept region of Maine. Windswept gives one an appreciation for lands unwanted by most men. Bobbie Morgan' In recent years many advances have ;boen made in farming. The- farmer of today does not laugh at the idea of going to school to learn to farm, as did the farmer of only a few years ago. And he no longer works from sun to sun to keep him self and his family from starvation, nor docs his wife. Improv ed machinery and mod ernized methods of work have taken much of the drudgery of farming from the shoulders of 'the farm housewife as v/cll as the .farmer. The new farmer is no longs r a caroless and Ignorant hoc-man, blaming His failure to a bad year. Maude Lewis TO VffilTE, AS I TRY TO TOITE, TAKES EVERY OUNCE OF m VITALITY. ROBERT L. STEVENSON Just thon I heard a strange noise outside my window. At first it resembled the mour» ful cry of the wind on a cold v/inter :.n3,ght; but as it gradually became louder, it turHr ed into a painful groan. Thinking the noise would cease, I covered my head and waited. Finally, un able to stand it any longer, I jumped up and ran into Daddy's room. After hearing my story, he asked me Owning a dog has its disadvantages, but at times he’s man's best friend and entertainer Wlion I am tired and think I've finished my day's chores, a glance at the dog reminds me that he needs a good scrubbing. On the oth er hand he is a lively companion when I am lonesome. Often when I think no one cares for mo, this little fellov;, as if he were a mind reader, begins teasing me to play with him. However when he is chasing the neighbor's cat or chio- kens, or when he takes a pie from some house wife's window and I have to fish out my pocket-book, I wish I had never seen a dog. But when the scolding begins, ho rolls over, oh so innocently, and pretends to bo asleep. How can I help then taking back all of my wishes?Florencc Joyner to help him examine the window. On in specting it, we found nothing and were about to return into the house when the groan came again. Looking more carcfully this time, we found our old dog lying near my win dow groaning with a broken log. Thus in the end I learned to never be afraid of strange noises, be cause after all some thing has to make them Margaret Brown
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