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This and That
by Clarence Prowell
This is the first edition of what we hope will become at least an annual tradition in our family, combining our paper with that of our niece, Linda Warner.
Millicent and I are winding up our ‘vacation’ here in Palmyra and heading for Sun City, via Asheville, North Carolina, a possibility as our new home. It’s been so hot we’ve almost forgotten how cold it was in the meeting room in Denver. Did you enjoy the fruit, Leah?
Speaking of Denver, my thanks go to the members of the committee, and especially to Elaine, for working so hard to make the convention a success and one to be remembered for a long time.
I would be very grateful also if anyone who took pictures would care to send me copies of their photos, for which I would gladly reimburse them.
Was sorry to learn of the resignation of Hyman Bradofsky as Executive Judge. President Moitoret has named a very capable replacement, Harold Segal.
See you in Baltimore!
Halloween
by Bonita Euston Royer
Jack o’lanterns burning bright,
Long black shadows fill the night.
Noises heard but never seen,
Whispering, “It’s Halloween.”
Witches broomsticks sweep the sky,
Dusting clouds as they go by.
In the field across the way,
Floppsy, straw-filled scarecrows play.
Grown-ups are afraid to roam,
Scary little kids stay home.
And if from a ghost you’d hide,
You had better stay inside.
Devils, ghouls, and demons prowl,
You can hear the werewolves howl.
With a full moon there’s a chance,
That you might see a skeleton dance.
Or catch a glimpse of Frankenstein,
With sixty monsters in a line.
Marching through the corn so tall,
Going to the monster ball.
Creepy, crawly, slimy things,
Ugly bats with big black wings.
Goblins small and goblins green,
Venture out on Halloween.
So bubble, bubble, toads and bats,
If you would be a “scairdy cat,”
It’s best to stay inside tonight,
Behind the sofa, out of sight.
Tomorrow they all disappear,
And won’t return until next year.
My Turn
by Linda Warner
This offering to the “bundle” is my first attempt at more than two pages. As far as I know, it may be my last. Clarence has pushed, prodded, urged, threatened, & coaxed me into completing this in time for the October mailing. When it comes to procrastination, I an numero uno. Anyway, this is page four, so I guess it’s downhill from here.
Thoughts for October
Even if you are on the right track, you will get run over if you just sit there.
Colophon, Credits, or Whom to Blame
Flag is Shadow, Minuet and a reduced zinc cut of Rustic. Dateline is Garamond O. S. Italic and subheads are Swing. Body is Garamond O. S. as usual. This whole mishmash was hand set and printed on a 5 x 8 Kelsey by Linda Warner at The Sleepy Owl Press at Palmyra, Pennsylvania 17078, for members of The National Amateur Press Association and a couple of unsuspecting friends.