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Twinkling through the darkness, night as black as ink;
Timid ladies fear you—you are sport for men—
Dear old Jack o’Lantern, we ’re glad you ’ve come again.
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Pumpkin! pumpkin! pumpkin! golden in the sun,
Jolly, happy fellows, brimming full of fun,
Fairy spntes all greet you because you ‘re good and wise,
Kiddies wee all love you, especially in pies.‘
Jack o‘Lantern smiling, winky,'blinky, blink;
A HALLOWE’EN CAT
A black cat brings you splendid luck
If you add a lot. of pluck.
See it. mystic Hallowe’en
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liailowe'en will soon be here.
3‘ all the nights are cold and clear,
' now i dream—dreams strange
and queer.
a“ 0dr: people come and go,
[on genus costumes like a show~
.ey pass and repus to and fro.
est nlrht there came a harlequin.
:ad he was very tall and thin,
nd wore a rut! about his chin.
{e seemed to come right from the
moon;
He played a tinkling. lissome tune.
I woke to sunlight very soon.
THE HAuQWE’EN (mm
This is the. way my mother dear
Dressed me on Hallo“ e'en
To 20 to Fred‘s "rostume affair."
I was a shining queen.
My {an it was silver and black.
A star was on my crown;
l had a mask across my fare,
And wore a velvet gown.
My mother said,
qthe!"
What (lid that strange word mean?
But “hm I asked her. she Just said.
“Run onv-my little queen!"
”you young co-
All ready for the gate-post. dark-—~
While children laugh and small dogs
bark.
'l'hen Sister makes some quick whirls.
too—-
“pm In yellow bowl with spoon, ’tis true;
Like magic shows a crisp pie, nice,
And ofl'ers each a tempting slice.
At Hallowe’en
What different plans have boys and
girls,
To use a pumpkin yellow—-
lad's jack-knife makes
whirls-
Presto! A grinning fellow,
A few quick whirls his Jockhfle
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A grinning lantern Bobby nukes.
Then sister makes some quick whirls, A
too,
In yellow bowl with spoon, ‘fls the.
You will special fortune glean.
I WONDER.
I wonder if the dogflsh,
So hearty and so hale.
If friendly toward a body,
Like doggie, wags its tail.
When Witches Ride
I wanted to sweep today.
So hunted for the broom.
But it wasn't in the yard or hall,
And not in any room;
Do you s'pose that a witch
Just snatched it out of sight
And hid it till she's ready
To ride on it tonight?
A MERRY: MERRY NIGHT
Grand right and left among the corn-
stalks.
Little goblins. step this way.
It's the night of Hallowe’en.
When the queerest sights are seen.
And kits as well as boys and girls
are gay.
Grand right and left among thicorn-
stalks,
Chestnuts are a—popping o'er the
flame; ,
Oh, just watch the pumpkins grin
When they hear the jolly din
Of horns and; voices shouting in the?!
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Grand right and left among the corn. "Good morning, Jack o'Lantcrn.
“Pu“: I'm glad to see you smile
Hallowe'en's a men-yrmerry nixht. For it‘s likely you'll look sadder
If a witch perchance you see,
Y0“ must very (1'41“ be. I am just one week your senior
Or on her broom she'll suddenl So I am prepared to say
take 1”th That a Jack o‘untern’s life is
(Cocxrfizfmtnonrmn Reconb) if Far from bei always gay.
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O my“; shaft, at random oe’ht,»
When you‘ve lived a. little while.
My name is Fred—and I'm to have
A areat big party fine,
It's to begin at half-past six
And last till after nine.
I Chose this soldier suit myself,
It's a bright red and blue.
The halt: black fur—and huge and
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:- m‘ ket‘s spandy new.
We'll play gay games of Hallowe'en,
And with my bayonet
I‘d spear the apples from the tub
if it would not get wet.
Oh, Hallowe'en’s the that
So mother said, ”I’ll just
And have a party anywa: .
Her party is to be tonight
She's dressed the lawn '1‘
bright, , .
And oh: it is a lovely night
She said that I may #113?
And greet the people. attlsg;
And lead them ill—grand
And all will be’in costume
But none will I like more
And I may wear it until
Like magic shows a crisp pie, nice,
And offers each a tempting slice.
Mr. Pumpkin and
“hen Jazk Frost lights on
kin
Mr. Pumpkin cries, "
Say. old fellow. I‘m .
AN AUTUMN CONVERSATION
We are ett out in the night air
With a candle for a: brain,
With no thought for care or comfort
In the frost or in the rain.
And when boys and girls tire of us
We are smashed against a tree,
So. despite our merry faces.
life are sometimes sad, you see.
Here’s MY! _
Norwalk Chronicler