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'A id Stars. resi 3n F( te it March 4 and 5. CAX1V4. X llLidV CV mg, during the month of March, - ;nio led T ort Nei f t: t lar o ith IS le y iVOl H( I leer ha ge id t 3 ;t e II rn ?rc re : tc te ler d ee irn •e Ini y1 t4 id Is. ite rni ou ii kpp t I ter [ub nn 1 1 1-^ oices o f tlie Nielit »raft-Bai Louise Cash At night near a pond, myriads of tiny voices echo through the surrounding darkness. Mosquitoes fly low over the water, making a humming noise. All around, the crickets are singing in their monot onous way, “chirrup, chirrup.” Fire flies flit here and there, blink ing their little lanterns so as to illuminate partially the surround ing blackness of the night. The low, deep croaks of the frogs are audible above other sounds. A loud splash is heard as one of these creatures jumps from a lily pad into the inky black water of the pond. A small fish leaps for a mo ment into the air, then returns to the mysterious black water, caus ing soft ripples to go out to the sides of the pond and splash lightly on the edges. Somewhere overhead the high shrill call of a night bird is heard and answered by its mate. Throughout the night hours, For a while all is peaceful. Then as the bright yellow ball reaches its peak, high in the sky, the restless silence is broken by the tramp of human feet, making their way through the under growth toward the pond. All the small creatures scatter as these giants, these intruders, these in habitants of another world invade the sanctuary of the pond. Only when night falls do the voices of the night communicate with each other once again. Tal,,' (Continued from page 12) ing I went out in the yard to feed Tahj her salmon. I called and called, but no streak of fur came bounding across the hedge. We searched every hiding place in the yard but still no Tahj. Finally, we gave up and went out on the front porch to see if she was asleep on her favorite cushion. No, she wasn’t there. I sat down on the steps and stared out into the twi light. All at once I saw her, sit ting right there on the walk. She blinked those luminous eyes at me and began to purr. “Look, Sonny, there’s Tahj!” I said, overjoyed. “Where?” he scoffed. “You’re seeing things, Beth.” When I looked again, she was gone. But it was Tahj; I know it was. I never saw her again after that night, but she’ll come back. I’m sure. An ordinary cat may be content with nine lives, but Tahj wouldn’t settle for less than ten. Unborn tears Nourish the dreams That never see the light of day. —^Joyce Ellis. HILLTOP—PAGE EIGHTEEN (Continued from page 15) these tiny creatures continue their conversations. Then, little by lit tle, as the flaming sun rises, these voices gradually fade, so that nothing is heard but the gutteral croaks of the frogs. The hungry mosquitoes have flown away in the pursuit of human prey. The other insects have either gone elsewhere or have hidden themselves in the verdure surrounding the pond. The fish, preferring the muddy bottom where food may be found, have left the surface of the water. Only occasionally can the tail of one of them be seen. had to answer to no one; he d'tl about all he wanted to do. Beinti at college made a small differencbi but none of any importance. The’n is a little studying involved in taining his goal, but he is still liff own boss. IS .h, After being flattered at recei'L ing a personal letter from tjai President of his country, begitjy, ning, “Greetings,” our hero imagine the great torture involv^jj in arising before daybreak eve^^ day to the horrible sound of ni bugle instead of the voice of popular singer on the radio. J. will not forget those sweet wot‘*^ whispered at the last dance by best girl, even though that ar^^' gant sergeant does continue bark out unnecessary comman^*^^^ Taking rugged calisthenics not be like playing through exercises in gym class. Throwi'^^ grenades instead of baseballs, shoo*^^* ing rifles instead of basketball diving into foxholes instead 'I swimming pools, and dodging onets instead of boxing gloves all things that enter a poor bo|l^'- head as he reluctantly awaits IfT uncle’s message. ' ^ Maybe a boy in a uniform more appealing to the girls tK^^ one in the customary sweater levis, but the brave one knol^^j. girls are not everything. The a'^'jg age young man in the armed is looked upon as one perform'C^j. a glorious duty to his country the time of need. The one wai^gg^ for his call, however, is posit'^g that heroes are born, not made. >Wr The older folks make the statement that the most enjo.yafte time of life is the later teens. may be true to some people, not to the }^oung man who is ing to be inducted into the sight-seeing agency known in world. Being in college with lb' to do, plenty of girls, and friefl^ people do not seem things ® wishes to give up for a vacation Uncle Sam’s army. Most rather find an empty mailbox after day. CIUD at tne rrovmce Worlrchnn m Hu
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