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Marion Wills
City of Mexico, Mexico
Dear Marion:
1 am a great Aztec. J was
born in 1480. One day when 1
was but a poor ’priest-, i was
sweeping the temple steps, when
I hearp much shouting and mer
ry making about me. A messeng
er boy came and told me that I
had been made empeior.
1 began my reign by niak
ing war, and taking many pris
oners to be sacrificed at my cor
onation. I was a great fighter in
those days.
One night we beheld many
strange sights. Many cornels
and other strange objects were
falling from the heavens above'
me, and my counselor told me
that it meant I would lose my
empire.
I was frightened and coul
dn’t think how 1 could lose it.
i remem tiered my great treas
lire room with its priceless jew
els and great bags of gold. That
was the only way I thought,
somebody might want to get th
ese for himself. The (fixIs were
angry with me, and this was
tht way they would punish me.
The next day some queer
looking people came to my city
and demanded my jewels and ail
my lands. What terrible looking
people they were with their wh
ile laces and yellow and some
times white hair! Ugh! iiow i
hated them! They burned my
people’s homes, took our land,
my gold and treasures, an i even
too a my ehildten, wives, and
friends as slaves. They tinned
me into the street and put a
puny lit tie weakling pale face on
my beautiful throne.
I fought them, but the;, be
seized us. 1 couldn’t see my
people suffering, so 1 called them
in and gave them m.\ beloved
empire. 1 am now a captive with
many more of my own race. We
are proud Aztecs and never will
we eat or drink of our enemies'
victuals or drink. I see my peep
le dying day by day, because
they will not be slaves to these
pale-faces. Yes! we would rath
er go to the Happy Hunting
Ground than be slaves to them,
because we are Aztecs.
Montezuma 11.
Louise Ahrens
The birds sing pretty songs.
They have wings. They fly with
them I like to bear the birds
sing the songs.
I give them some bread.
They like to eat the breaddhat
1 give them. They sing when 1
give them the bread.
They do not sing when
winter is here.
Margaret Ahrens
I like our new playhouse.
We made it out oi' empty boxes
We use old tin cans and
covers for dishes, and sticks for
spoons.
We like to make mud pies in
our playhouse. We sometimes
eat in our new playhouse. We
like to play in our playhouse.
We cannot play in it in the
winter when the snow is deep.
Leonard Bren wick
Once tneie was a very swift
river. The water was running
over rocks and made a let of
I noise.
i
The bridge had a railing on
one side and had none on the
| other side. The bridge was very
narrow.
One of the goats was whits
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and black, the other was black.
They both came with all
their force. They both fell off
the bridge and drowned them
selves.
The white goat should have
jumped or: a rock nearby, but
they thought that they would
each make the other get out of
the way.
Verna Wills
In a little country off in the
woods was a river. It was a very
swift river. Rocks were rolling
down it. It was a narrow str eam
too.
There waa a bridge across
the river. The bridge did not
look safe. It was narrow and on
ly wida enough for one person
to go across at a time.
There were two goats going
across, and they were going
with full speed. They met each
other in the middle of the bridge
and it was so narrow that they
fell off the bridge and were dro
wned.
The goat that was on the
level part of ground should have
backed up, and let the other get
aci’oss, and then crossed after
wards. Then he would not have
been drowned in the river.
Smart for a Beginner
Mother—Willie must be doing
splendidly on the stage. He wri
tes me that he appears every
evening as a villager, a gypsy
and two kinds of soldiers, while
Mr. Hamlet, the star, performs
only one part.
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