SO THE CORN LADY 



judging team in the state. He will start 

 the day after Christmas. After school was 

 out to-night, he came to me and tried to 

 thank me for helping him. He has that fine, 

 sensitive southern face and such quiet man- 

 liness. I said: 



"The best way you can thank me, Max, 

 is just by keeping on and trying your very 

 best to make use of every opportunity that 

 comes to you." 



"I will try," he replied, quietly. 



I have a new name. Last week I attended 

 my first box supper. The young ladies bring 

 boxes trimmed so beautifully with paper 

 and artificial flowers and filled with good 

 things to eat; and the young men bid them 

 in. Of course, I took a box. I had some 

 paper napkins with a design of ears of corn 

 on them. I decorated my box with these, 

 making a border all around it of the ears 

 of corn cut out and then I put a nice ear 

 of corn on top, tied with ribbons. It was 

 really pretty, and full of good things to eat. 



When the auctioneer put it up, I heard 

 someone say: "Whose box is that?" and two 

 or three answered at once: 



"Why, don't you know? It is the Corn 

 Lady's." The Corn Lady's box brought a 



