uary By Joan Owen I had a little rabbit His name was St. Arm I loved this little rabbit And kept him from harm. , I took my little rabbit To the woods one day. Out jumped my little rabbit And scampered away. I looked for my rabbit I looked all the day, I looked for my rabbit Till the sun went away. I could not find my rabbit I felt so alone I missed my little rabbit, But when I got home, I found my little rabbit Hiding in the garden. I looked at my rabbit And felt my heart harden. I picked up my rabbit: My love re-arose I hugged my little rabbit Then he bit my nose. I miss my little rabbit More than words can tell -I killed my little rabbit And hope he goes to Hell! Girls Don't Count Tamra was only four, and to the chagrin of her older sister was successfully entertaining a small group of Weber College students. Big sister firmly held that it was past Tamra's bed time and appeared not at all amused when her little sister's antics continued. However, even big sister had to smile When Tamra engineered the following: "So Sally, Jill, Jane and Tommy are all your friends, huh?" one of the students asked her. "Yes," said Tamra. "Which one of your playmates do you like best?" "Oh, I like Tommy best of all," Tamra answered emphatically. "Why?" To this, Tamra answered seriously, "Well he's a boy, aint he." 2 HONEST LAURENCE BURTON "The Peoples Friend" BEERBURG "Non Deplume of Hurst" 3