The Bearers of Gifts The bearers of gifts to the holy shrineOften stumble and often fallOften heavier than the burdenIs the sorrow in the soul. … Read More ›
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My Victoryby Askan-Nell Malkasian Hanky and I didn’t like Butch because he was always punching me in the nose. Butch never used to bother me … Read More ›
A Broadcast From Home A dark, damp, dreary evening somewhere in England, blacked out by the terrible war which embraces the world. It is pass … Read More ›
Pastoralefrom The Unicorn 1, April 1958by Miriam Woodruff The March sun warmed the flagstones of the terrace and a light wayward breeze brought with it … Read More ›
A New Career Has Blossomed Forth Sometimes I think that I was born a teacher and a teller of stories. So it was almost natural … Read More ›
APC’s Loss is SAPS’ Gain We are met to bid farewell to Helen and Sheldon Wesson, departing the Garden State for the Sunshine State. When … Read More ›
Which went to the Boston Convention. And had its ashes stirred. The constitutional amendments to raise dues were defeated. Probably everyone knows that by now. … Read More ›
Which decided it was time to register for the July elections. Whenever I get to thumbing through my accumulation of A. J. papers – and … Read More ›
Which has pondered deeply whilst sitting on the NAPA judicial bench If I Understand You Correctly It is a truism men do not understand women. … Read More ›
Which wishes all of you a printable New Year HAPPY 1963 January being the first month for “free”mailing, (free being used in the same sense … Read More ›