26 ACORN Mary's Little Cold. Mary had a little cold, which started in her head, And everywhere that Mary went, that cold was sure to spread. She took it into school one day, there wasn't any rule, It made the children cough and sneeze, to have a cold at school. The teacher tried to turn it out, she tried hard, but kee-choo, It didn't do a bit of good, for teacher caught it too. Ex. Dr. Lind (in Physics) "Why can an insect walk on the water?" Irma Bailey "When Peter, the apostle, tried to walk on the Sea of Galilee, he failed, because his faith wasn't strong enough. The insect must have lots of faith." Father "Now, Johnnie, suppose you have half an apple and I give you a half. How much would you have?" Johnnie 'One apple." Father "Then suppose you have a half dollar, and I give you a half dollar, then what would you have?" Johnnie "A fit." Ex. Some Chicken Coop. Poultry Hen, or Henry Poulter, or whatever his name is (to Florence B., Alice Stahr and Vera, in Study Hall) "Say, you didn't know I was married, did you?" Vera "No, who is she?" Henry "Oh, she is some 'chicken,' believe me." Alice and Florence "What was her name before you were married?" Henry "Coop." We've Every Man's Suit In our moderate priced Suits we show most excellent and exceptional values. We deal in good appearances" and we would be pleased to show you what a choice line of good looks" we have chosen for you this season at very moderate prices, too! $15, $18, $20, and $25 Brown-Carlson-Treseder 2421 Washington Avenue ACORN 27 Christmas Roses Cont. from Page 27 back his head, and by a great effort of will, joined in the beautiful words. His marvelous voice trembled slightly at first, but soon rose above the others, startling all who listened. Almost unconsciously he went from low notes to an octave above, and led all the other voices with piercing and distinctive clearness. Sir John almost forgot to play. "A born singer a born singer," he was murmuring to himself: and the rector listened and wondered, until the sweet, pure notes had stopped, and Dick knelt on the floor and buried his face in his hands. He did not see the others rise, nor did he hear the sound of the organ. He still knelt, his face hidden, when he was aroused by a gentle touch, as the rector bent over him. "Laddie, laddie, the solo can you sing it?" Dick arose and took the sheet of music held out to him. The choristers were beginning, but Dick needed no music. He laid the music down, and listened for the note. It came at last, and he took up the strain. His voice did not falter, but rang out sweetly and clearly; he sang as if inspired. The notes rose and fell with a marvelous intensity of feeling, and the people held their breaths to listen. For a few moments Dick seemed to have forgotten his sorrow, seemed to be going away from the earth and joining the white robed angels above. His voice rose, ringing through the aisles, and seemed to bear a message of peace and goodwill, straight to the gates of heaven; for as he sang, weary faces brightened; the careless heart was touched, and the hard one softened. The service was over at last. Dick threw off his white suit, and ran away before the rector could speak to him. "I must follow him," he said, and immediately set out after the boy. He saw nothing of him, however, and some time elapsed before, by many careful questions, he found Pilgrim's Alley. In the meantime Dick ran home, climbed the narrow stairway, and stood breathless and trembling just outside the door. No sound came from within, and softly lifting the latch, he went in. Mary was standing beside the bed with folded hands, and Dick knew the truth before he reached her side. He did not move nor speak, but stood and looked at the calm, still face, beautiful with its look of perfect peace and rest, a sweet smile curving the pale lips. "Ah! Dick, can you see how happy she is now? What a joyful Christmas day for her, and Dick, almost the last thing she said was: 'Tell my boy how glad I am that he kept his promise.' Ah, laddie, what a happy day for her!" she repeated.