[Article] New Age and Health by Rodrigo Toniol

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White bread and butter; Ikit he had to take corn-cake instead of white Little What bread, With oleomargarine on it to spread. Farmer Dingle had a little pig, Not very little and not very big; It weighed two hundred or a few pounds over And brought fifty dollars when sold to a drover. Then Farmer Dingle stood up and lied, And Mrs. Dingle sat down and cried, said he, "Hogs eat so much valuable feed," "They need," "Good So there s feed," really said he, said she, no money in pigee wigee wee.

Call it bloody murder, And hang me by the neck. In war-time he s a hero, Who sends through air or sea A bomb to blow a thousand I kill They ll Into Eternity. And You so, dear gentle reader, by all the rules, That earth s whole population Except ourselves are fools. see, 38 THE CERTAINTIES When icy blasts blow fierce and wild, Cutting the face like steel, Arid summer s heart is trodden clown Neath winter s iron heel, all a part of Nature s plan, So stay and play the game; Next Spring will bring the violets, It s And When roses just the same.

39 U - : THE FRIENDLY A Tale of SPIES Camp Borden November, 1916 main The camping ground of the Huron Indians was near where Camp Borden is now situated. soldiers build their Where camp fires, At night there gather round The spirits of the Hurons From Happy Hunting ground, No sentry hears their footsteps, They need no countersigns; As silent as the moonlight, They pass within the lines. Fierce shine their dusky faces As through the tents they glide, Once more they smell the war paint And know a warrior s pride; The white man s modern weapons Their ghostly fingers feel, The guns so swift and deadly, The long sharp blades of steel.

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