THE FREE LA
"His good blade carves the casques of men, for
thruslelli sure."
Vol. XIII.
C.) there is a little college
In a little village,
In a zone neither frigid nor torrid.
The weather in the Summer there
Is very, very nice;
But in Winter—it is horrid,
You may get up in the morning
With the sun a-shining clear,
And never the sign of a shower;
But when the day is done,
'Tis ten chances to one,
You've had thirteen kinds of weath
HIS CHUM'S SISTER.
IT was a fearful night. The lonely girl in tl
pulled up the blinds and looked out into t
ness. The lightening flashed and the thunder
the sky in quick succession. The rain bea,
against the big windows and the earth seemed
as the thunder followed its zizzaging heral
FEBRUARY, 1900.
OUR WINTER WF4ATHER.
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