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hind on de snow. Ah’m get de laugh on 
heem long tam for dat. 
But dat was not de lass mah sperience 
‘fore Ah’m get home; oh dear, no! Som’ 
ver’ queer episode happen “fore Ah’m reach 
mah domicil. Ah’m mak’ hurry tor get 
home an’ feex mah fire, an’ so Ah’m leeve 
mah ole leddy for come on by heemse’f. 
Jost dat tam Ah’m hear som't'ing step, 
step, on de snow. 
Ah’m not scare ’t all, an’ w’at you tink 
dis tam? Dar was one pretty leetle kitty 
com’ rat up close an’ look hon mah face 
lak he want make ‘quaint wit Antoine. 
When Ah see dat Ah’m glad, for we got 
none, an’ lass week mah old leddy he’s find 
a mouse in de flour barrel. 
Now here he com’ mah_ chance for one 
boss leetle cat, no cos’ :not’ing only for 
catch heem. Dat leetle chap he come frisk 
roun’ mah leg lak he want play wit me. So 
Ah’m put ’way mah pipe an’ Ah’m go in 
for dat kitten an’ he will mak’ mah ole 
leddy nice Chris’mus present. 
“Now, mah leetle kitty, com’ to me; com, 
AMATEUR PHOTO BY JAMES H. MILLER, 
WHERE'S MY SHADOW? 
One of the 17th prize winners in Recreation’s 7th 
Annual Photo Competition, 

RECREATION. 
see you Onc’. Com’ on mah house, it’s boss 
plass for leev.”” An’ Ah squat down an’ 
coax heem an’, bahgosh, he won't. He's 
kick up hees heel an’ caper roun’ me, an’ 
more Ah’ll see dat de more Ah’m ’termin’ 
for tak’ heem. So Ah’m ron for heem an’ 
he hop roun’ on de snow an’ swish hees 
tail, an’ Ah’m mak’ up mah min’ Ah’m got 
one Anglory cat wort’ more’n 5 dollor. 
Nex’ Ah know, he scoot rat in between 
my mogasin an’ Ah’m mak’ grab wit bote 
bote han’. Nex’ minit Ah’m gon’ rat hover 
on mah back. Oh, waugh, phew, ugh, 
waugh! Ah’m sick on mah stomick an’ 
Ah’m have ter’b’le time. 
Ah’m put som’ snow in mah mouth, he 
don do no good. Den Ah’m dig hopen 
mah eye an’ look for mah ole leddy, and 
he’s gon’ home. An’ Ah’m look for dat 
cat an’ he’s gon’ home; an’ Ah’m hole mah 
nose an’ Ah’m gon’ home, an’ w’en Ah get 
dar mah ole whoman he’s put de bar on de 
door an’ he’s holler on de chamber window, 
“Antoine! go sleep it on de barn!” 
TAKE US AFAR, 
JEANNETTE CAMPBELL. 
Take us afar; beyond the city’s clamor, 
Its din and dust and glare; 
Its grinding toil, its gilded pomp and power, 
Its stifling, fevered air! 
Afar; beyond the ceaseless tide of faces 
The endless throb of feet; 
The eager grasp for gold that men call 
living, 
The jargon of the street. 
Afar, afar, beside the dreaming waters, 
Deep in the forest glade, 
Where wind and wave commune, low- 
voiced, together, 
In sunshine and in shade! 
Where just to be, is gladness; where life’s 
trappings 
Drop off and disappear; 
And we can drink at Nature’s primal foun- 
tains 
Once in the rushing year! 
“I want to ask you something, gracie,” 
said the beautiful heiress. 
“What is it, duckie?” the duke inquired. 
“Would you object if I should request 
the minister to omit the word ‘obey’ from 
the service when we are married ?” 
“Certainly not. He can just make it 
‘love, honor and supply.’”—Chicago Ree- 
ord-Herald, 
