A MYSTERY
There was our cat sitting right up on top of the telegraph pole. No one saw her
go up or come down. She was still sitting there when it got dark. —KEITH FRAMPTON (aged 7). (Can you write a "Mystexy Story'")
HILL OF THE MIST 1
The hill of the mist Is still standing there. I love to think of it With its snowy hair.
I often think When I lie in bed. How lonely it must feel With its white head. The sky is so blue, The clouds are so white. How far it must see From such a height. — ALYSON TISDALL, M.Q, LBJHL. &JB„ Feadaltt
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Press, Volume LXXIII, Issue 22195, 11 September 1937, Page 1 (Supplement)
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109A MYSTERY Press, Volume LXXIII, Issue 22195, 11 September 1937, Page 1 (Supplement)
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