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Wednesday, may 231962
THE DAILY NEBRASKAN SCRIP
Poge 3
6& too
Modern Mother Goose
by ken metzger
What are little wars made of, made of,
What are little wars made off
Snide and hates, and greedy mandates, .
That's what Utile tears are made of, -
Jack and Jill went up the hill
To discuss a seriousmatter;
Jack fell down and broke his crown,
And Nick went away with laughter.
Then up Jack got, and home did trot,
'As fast as he could caper.
tie spoke to the nation to buld up its arm,
To make sure we looked good on paper.
to the cause. When they wouldn't listen, he
used force. He was ejected to make his way
in the outside world.
Now they lived in true peace, voting on all
decisions in a display of democracy that
would make the dust of their former rulers
tremble with rage. They lived in happiness
enjoying each day as it came. Their final,
ironic utopia had been conceived in hell at
a time and place never imagined by pro
ponents of democracy.
They might have made their brave new
world if they hadn't all been dying of radia
tion poisoning.
Oh, goodie. It's almost X-Mass.
My name is Karen and my mummy says
I'm awful smart for my age . . . which is
two and one-half.
At X-Mass I shall get all kinds of nice
things if I'm a good girl. And I have been.
Very good.
I do everything my mummy and Joe tell
me to do. So I should get all kinds of nice
X-Mass things.
I do wish I could go out and play in the
snow. It falls all the time now. It has cov
ered almost everything, and everything looks
real different. You know, like it was some
place else. Mummy says its not really snow,
it just falls like snow.
Can you imagine? Mummy's snow used to
be "white." Not all pretty and black like my
snow. It's so pretty I would like to play in it.
But Mummy says 'no cause it may hurt me
more. So I don't.
We live in a big empty building all to our
selves. It is mostly closed but Mummy goes
out for food and stuff. There are places you
can look out but cant put your hand through.
It is a funny feeling.
I am very happy. But Mummy isn't. She
cries and is sick a lot. Joe drinks a lot of
bottles of water-stuff and sleeps then.
I feel sorry for them. I guess they cant
help being unhappy or dumb. Maybe it's
cause they've only got one bead.
Mummy went out for food. She's been gone
many days. I wish she would come back.
I'm very hungry. When she does we're go
ing to have the happies.t X-Mass ever.
1 just know we are.
BLACK XMAS
Was written by DOUGLAS McCARTNEY,
a senior from Norfolk la Arts sad Sci
ence, lie U a Journalism Major.
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Beta rays hot,
Beta rays cold,
Beta rays in the pot.
Nine days old.
You can die from 'em hot,
You can die from 'em cold,
Yen can die from 'em in the pot
Nine days old.
Rich, Rick, the grocer's son,
Grabbed a V. P. and atcay he run,
tie ran for the top, but he teas beat,
So Rick went crying down the street.
Rick, Rick, the grocer's son,
He learned to speak when he teas young?
But all the things that he could say
Were rather vague and far ciroy,
Jack, be nimble,
Jack, be quick,
Jack, jump over the Steel Trust's sticS
s
If Winter Conies
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You ask me for gifts yon cannot give.
And beg my lips for songs you eanot sing
Yon seize my soul to form your half-made soul
Then gay to me, My love, I love, '.
In tliis rejoice 1 1 live complete in spring."
So I rejoyce and bless your childish head
Caress the infant grievings from your childlike
brow ,
Bnilu here a siTiflir.g fortress reirnd cs both
(I love, my love) Yet let this arrow fly s
Your spring bat brings me winter snow.
Norma K, Countrymen
