PASTORAL

Press, Volume XCV, Issue 28180, 19 January 1957, Page 10

PASTORAL

[By WHIM WHAM] A Russian shepherdess, who was dragged her horse fl by wolves'when a pack attacked herself and her sheep, killed five of them, says Tass. the official Russian news agency Though In great pain, the woman shot two of the wolves, killed another with the butt of her gun. then chased the pack for three miles and killed two more.—News item. I shall not ask for the Address Of any Russian Shepherdess. 80-vitchka Peep-arsovna may Look for her long lost Lambs all day: I shall not help her find them—No! To Lengths like that I will not go. Over the frozen Steppes she goes; Red is her Lip, and blue her Nose; Her Party’s Flock is all her Care. She guards them from the Wolf, the Bear, But specially the Wolf, who’ll run At the mere Flourish of her Gun— Yes, Wolves must look before they leap Upon this Shepherdess of Sheep: No Use their whimpering, “Little Mother! , She lets them have it with the other Barrel! No fragile Dresden Beauty, No classical Sicilian Cutie, She does her simple Soviet Duty By shooting down that bourgeois Pack Of Wolves who follow in her Track (The Party having laid its Curse On Wolves, as Titoists, or Worse). Oh no, I shall not pipe or sing. Or gather Flowers or Anything Like that for Her, she’s not the kind Of Shepherdess that suits my Mind, I’d need a more than violent Shove To live with her and be her Love!