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Falling Petals, issue 2, Summer 1946

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         YOU WHO NEVER HUNGERED
             By Grace Gaddis

You who never hungered
For love or bread
Could not know the marvel
Of being fed.

You who were never cold
And never warm
Could not be touched
By sun or storm.

You who were never hurt
How could you care
For the woes that I
Was given to bear?

You will not be lonely
Not having me:
You need only
Your tranquility.

  (The above poem, found recently among some "stray" manuscripts in our printery, is published here as a memorial to that fine-souled young Texan girl whose spirit so aptly speaks through its lines... the late Grace Gaddis.)
  ("Driftwind," June-July, 1935.)

                  MARIE
      By Albert Theodore Puntney

She kept the music in her soul repressed.
A beautiful enchanting song
As fresh as dew at early summer dawn
Was stifled in her pulsing heart
And halted on her vibrant, trembling lips.
She thought her song was safely hid,
But with her eyes and every graceful move
She faintly hummed her secret tune.
She longed to break the shackles of her heart
And sing so all the world could hear,
But feared the airy sweetness of the strain
Might cause some fool to gloat and sneer.

(From the "Yearbook of Contemporary Poetry," copyright 1937, with the author's permission.)

Not one in a thousand gets half as much fun out of life as he might with a clearer philosophy and a stronger character.
           - Prof Walter B Pitkin.

False pride and envy are like an undertow, dragging one to bitterness and defeat, but love is a shining star, guiding those who follow it to peace.

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YOU WHO NEVER HUNGERED By Grace Gaddis You who never hungered For love or bread Could not know the marvel Of being fed. You who were never cold And never warm Could not be touched By sun or storm. You who were never hurt How could you care For the woes that I Was given to bear? You will not be lonely Not having me: You need only Your tranquility. (The above poem, found recently among some "stray" manuscripts in our printery, is published here as a memorial to that fine-souled young Texan girl whose spirit so aptly speaks through its lines... the late Grace Gaddis.) ("Driftwind," June-July, 1935.) MARIE By Albert Theodore Puntney She kept the music in her soul repressed. A beautiful enchanting song As fresh as dew at early summer dawn Was stifled in her pulsing heart And halted on her vibrant, trembling lips. She thought her song was safely hid, But with her eyes and every graceful move She faintly hummed her secret tune. She longed to break the shackles of her heart And sing so all the world could hear, But feared the airy sweetness of the strain Might cause some fool to gloat and sneer. (From the "Yearbook of Contemporary Poetry," copyright 1937, with the author's permission.) Not one in a thousand gets half as much fun out of life as he might with a clearer philosophy and a stronger character. - Prof Walter B Pitkin. False pride and envy are like an undertow, dragging one to bitterness and defeat, but love is a shining star, guiding those who follow it to peace. -4-