Includes:  Cynthia , by Grace Ferguson and  Parodies , by Gene Smith and Grace Ferguso

Ferguson, Grace

Smith, Gene

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MAGAZINE 19 ing to see her name there, and not-ing those whose names she found. And she woulld stand there, wonder-ino- whether she should have spoken b to him, all the way downtown. " ... I've just outgrown you, that's all," he would tell Jeanne. "No, there isn't any explanation except I'm just tired of the whole affair. No, there's nothing you can do about it. I'm not accusing you of anything, so you needn't try to defend yourself. All the talking in the world can't change things. I'm through-that's all!" And, smiling slightly to show that he did not care, he woulid watch her begin to cry. CYNTHIA You wouldn't believe that the clouds could hang so low and dark As they hung that day You wouldn't believe that the rain could fall so long and heavy As it fell that day. And all that long afternoon Cynthia sat before the window And looked out of those sad brown eyes of hers. When she was a little girl Her mother dressed her in silks And pink bows and fluffy laces And delicate organdies, And she was "like her mother." When she was six Her father gave her a bike And skates and a swing And took her to the lake And she was "like her father." And then she was eleven. All afternoon, looking out of that dark window And then she was Cynthia. -Grace Ferguson. PARODIES I (With apologies to John Masefield) I must go to the Pole again, to the Pole and its circle of cars, And all I ask is a big coke, and a couple of pretzel bars; With the motor's hum, and the horn's honk, and the waitresses a-running With an ed here, and a co-ed there, all of them a-bumming. I must go to the pole again, for the call of an idler's way Is a drawing call and a devil's call, that I may not gainsay; And all I ask is the role that day the prof. will not be taking, And on the day exams come, I may do successful faking. I must go to the Pole again, to the laz:· easy life, To the gay way that's the fool's way, where there's rarely any strife; And all I ask is an Audrey joke, and a giggling fellow Joe-r, And I should worry if nothing's done, when the long day's over! -Gene Smith II Rockabye baby on the stand's top When the crowd roars, the bleachers will rock. When the game's over, goal posts will fall, Down will come baby, classmates and all. -Grace Ferguson 

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