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A l);ir(Mo()t iz;irl with shoes on 



Stood sittiii<i; on the »;rass. 



It was ov(Miing;, and tho risin<i; sun 



Was setting in the Avest. 



The httle fishes in the trees 



Were eiiddled in their nest. 



The rain was pouring down, 



The moon was shining l)right, 



And everything that you could see 



^^'as hidden out of sight. 



\Miile the organ peeled potatoes, 



Lard was rendered }\v the choir; 



While the sexton rang the dishcloth, 



Someone set the church on fire. 



"Holy Smoke," the preacher shouted. 



In the rain he lost his hair; 



Now his head resembles Heaven, 



For there is no parting there. 



The following verse recently ai)])eared in the American Legion 

 Weekly. Under its new title it has been submitted to the Mu.seologist. 

 Lines to Dr. Gregory 

 Where can a man buy a cap for his knee, 

 Or a key for a lock of his hair? 

 Or can his eyes be an academy 

 Because there are pupils there? 

 In the crown of his head what gems are found? 

 Who travels the l^ridge of his nose? 

 Does the calf of his leg ])ecome hungry at times 

 And devour the corn on his toes? 

 Can the crook of his elbow^ be sent to jail? 

 Where's the shade from the palm of his hand? 

 How does he sharpen his shoulder blades? 

 I'm hanged if I understand. 



March 4th was observed all over the coimtry b\' the closing of 

 public institutions and special celebrations. An elaborate ceremony 



