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w--ilier crib, as she pulled herseli to , and down. ”we?" iLaurie called again.

i came fully awake. "Yes. I think

”:eady so we can get away early."

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"Ilorniny. are we going to Uncle called out

as he opened his eyes,to the early

unornlng sunlight.

"La-e." sang out Linda irom

rtier feet and stsrted to jump up . "Mommy, are we going? Are - Mrs. Page stirred sleeplly then

we are and now that we nre all awake. we may as well get

Laurie needed no coaxing. rle

mother heard him cleaning his tee'th and washing himself. so she went in to see if he was clean ill over and not just in spots.

"Your clothes are ready on your chair.” she said as she parted. his hair.

"That's why I like summer. My :lothes are easy to get into." added Laurie as he darted oft.

"llm hurrying (or I want to see it Aunt Maryls chickens han- grown. It's a long time since I saw them." he said.

"It's only three weeks," his mother broke in. ”with even- ane working so well. it won't be on long until we are on our way."

Alter a lovely drive along the winding country road with its bright green grass. meadows sparkling with daisies and butter-

:upi, trees still iresh with clean new leaves and oastures dottetil with feeding cattle. they were. at Uncle Art's. 1

Shouts from the children there greeted them. and Laurie ran ultl with Alan while Ellen took over baby Linda.

"Where are the chickens?" was Laurie's first question.

"We made a little house just for them over here." explained Alan leading the way to a little wire pen with a small house in one corner.

"Oh. I see them!” shouted Lau- rie. "They are all running a- round. My! they have grown."

Just then two little fellows step- oed apart and stood glaring at each other. Then they ran at each other. springing up in the air as they did so and pecking with their tiny beaks.

"What are they doing?" Laurie asked.

"They are pretending to fight. or maybe they are really quar- relling," Alan replied.

"They are just like us some- times," giggled Laurie. "I see they can cat by themselves now. iee that little yellow one scratch- ing and picking. Oh! there's one getting a drink. Why does he tip back his head like that?"

"They can't swallow water the way we do." Alan explained. "so they tipi back their heads and let it run down their throats.”

That was something new for Laurie. so he stood there just watching to see how it was done.

WAKE UP Ylllllt SMILE

By t Thorton W. Burgess

M38. IUZZABITS CIIANGB OF MIND

The one who lacks an open mind. To opportunities is blind. s -Old Mother Nature

Mrs. Buzzard had been looking around. She was looking around for a place to lay her eggs. but not a place to build a neat. She didn't want a nest. Nest building was--too much work. She dldnit believe in nests. she hadn't been born in a nwt. herselt. and she saw no rea- son why her children should be born in a nest. There were good places to lay eggs without going to the trouble or building a nest for them.

The first place Mrs. Buzzard look- ed at was the hollow stump of a big tree, It was a very good place She tried sitting in it, and found it very comlortable. However, it was a little deep. and not too easy to get out of. She looked at a hol- low log lying on the ground. She could walk in and out oi it com- fortably. She had almost made up her mind that this was the place. when Reddy Fox visited it. Reddy didn't know she was thinking of using that hollow log. but he al- ways pokes his head into any hol- logs he comes to. He has iound many mouse dinners in hollow logs.

Last of all. Mrs. Buzzard found

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Then he noticed the hens over he- hind thcir high wire ience.

"I want to look at them.' 'he said. y

Over the boys went. This time Laurie wasn't a bit afraid. but went right into the hen house and looked in the nest.

"Come here. Alan." he called, jumping up and down. "See in that nest - real eggs! One. two. three. tour. five brown ones."

Alan laughed. ”'1'hatls the kind the hens lay. You didn't expect chocolate eggs with flowers on, did you?"

Laurie didn't say anything for he had an idea Alan was mak- ing fun of him. Instead. he walked out the door. .

What are those hens doing in that sand?" he wanted to know.

"They are taking a bath," re- plied Alan.

Laurie's eyes watched every move as the hen flufied out her feathers and burrowed down into the putty. dusty sand. She shook herself. and squirmed around un- til the sand seemed to be all over her. Then she stood up. shook off a shower of dust. smoothed down her feathers. and walked Etklky.

"Hm-m-m." said Laurie thought- fully.

"She doesn't use any water or soap at all. and she looks pretty clean to me. Then she didn't need a towel either. I must tell Mom- my that the hen uses sand for her bath. and that she has a real bathtub in a hole in the ground. Maybe Mommy will let me take my bath in my sand box." he added with a mischiev- ous grin.

,Then he raced to the house. just bursting to tell his mother about his new idea. But some- how I think she'll have something to say about boys taking sand

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She tried sitting in it ahd hand it very eomiortahle.

a little cave opening from a shell of rock in a ledge deep in the woods. It finally came to a choice between the big hollow stump. and the little cave in the rocky ledge. For two or three days she couldn't make up her mind. 01' Mistah Buz- zard didn't help her. He said he just didn't care. and he didn't. It didn't matter to him where she laid her eggs. as long as she laid them somewhere.

At long last she made up her mind she would lay those eggs in the big hollow stump. The rotted wood in the bottom of it would make a soil: bed. But beiore those eggs were laid there was a heavy storm. The rain tell in torrents. When the storm was over Mrs. Buz- zard visited the old stump. so much water had fallen in such a short time that there was a puddle at the bottom of that hollow. Right then and there Mrs. Buz- zard changed her mind. That place wouldn't do at all. It would take too long for that old stump to dry out. And any time there might be I storm just as bad. She told Ol' Mlstah Buzzard about it. and that she had changed her mind.

"Why not?" asked 01' Mutah Buzzard. "Ah am sorry for anyone with a mind that cumot change. Have you some other place that will do?"

Mrs. Buzzard admitted that she had. "I almost chose it in the tlrst place," said she. "It is a cave."

"A cave?" cried-OP Mistah Buz- mrd. "Did yo' say a cave?"

"I said a cave," replied Mrs. Buz- zrd somewhat sharply. "Ls there anything wrong with a cave?"

"Ah don't know," ooniessed Ol' Miatah Buzzard. "Ah wasn't born in a cave mahself. and none of our children have ever been born in a cave. Do yo' think our children will like it?"

"It they don't. it won't matter.

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WIKNIPIGTCP) - A W doctor says he is convinced tha iodine constitutes a . entire means against polio

proposes to treat moo DIIIII expertmuntally to teattbc theory. Writing in the ourrcnt. tune oi the Manitoba Medical Review;-Dc. J. 1'. Edward reviews tests he con- ducted last year and says he be- llcves the use or iodine in crab meat of polio tends to restore muscle tone early and reduces oonvalucencc to a minimum.

Dr. Edward says that during the last year's Manitoba e&unlc which 2.380 were stricken and died, patients clemoxed tor protec- tion He tot-med an experimental group and gave them an iodine treatment in milk dllly tor, to days.

or no cases, two were sent to Winnipeg's isolation hospital be- cause at possible respiratory dit- iicuity and lack or nursing care. The remainder were treated at home. only one or these developed paralysis and that did not advance alter the iodine treatment. None oi 200 contacts on the" preventive treatment: developed policy There were no deaths.

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Grant, Anne Murnaghan. Janet Dowllng. Kathleen Mc'I'ague. gnne Aitleck.

Prize for Efiort in Music. don- ated by Reverend L. A. l-lerrelL awarded to Eileen McMillan.

O! the seven pupils who tried the examinations of the Royal Conservatory oi Music of Toronto, three received First Class Honors; the others, Honors.

They'll leave it soon enough any- way," replied Mrs. Buzzard.

with this she ilcw away. She flew straight over to that ledge ot rocks where she had iound that small cave.

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MEXICO CITY. (AP)-A Guate- malan anti - Communist labor leader said Friday two hllh Police oiticlals in the deposed Bed-tinged Arbenz government of Guatemala have fled to Mexico. Rogelio Cruz Wer. Iormer chief ot the Guate- malan national police, and Jaime Rosenberg. former chief or secret police, escaped from Guatemala City in a private plane, Ruben Vlllatoro, iormer president oi the Guatemalan Union of Workers, told a reporter.

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