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Orb, v. 2, issue 1, 1950
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10 "I don't know.....not dangerous, anyway. She's certainly not--not normal." Behind us, I heard one of the policemen: "A whole houseful of tomcats--and she never lets them out." It was about a month later that Ed Tippett reported that there had been no grocery order on the hook by the screen door. Tom Fackler made his second trip to the house of Flora Mae Erickson, and called me to come over right away. Tom's boys were still gathering up the cats when I got there--chasing them out of the rooms and into the kitchen, where they hoped to handle them better. Tom was white and shaking when he met me at the door, opened just a crack so that none of the scurrying cats could escape. On the hallway floor there were delicate feline feet-prints etched in red. They went up the stairway, too. On one of the landings sat a tremendous white tom-cat, for the moment not being pursued. He was licking his paw and growling. "She's in the bedroom" said Tom. "It's the worst thing I ever saw." THE END City 'Neath The Sea... An ancient city sank beneath the wave And now the rippling waters lave Castles of stone, Homes of the poor, The rich, obscure. And the waves moan, While the bells toll, To call the roll In monotone. On calm summer nights we can hear them chime, Mournfully, till the end of time. Isabelle E. Dinwiddie
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10 "I don't know.....not dangerous, anyway. She's certainly not--not normal." Behind us, I heard one of the policemen: "A whole houseful of tomcats--and she never lets them out." It was about a month later that Ed Tippett reported that there had been no grocery order on the hook by the screen door. Tom Fackler made his second trip to the house of Flora Mae Erickson, and called me to come over right away. Tom's boys were still gathering up the cats when I got there--chasing them out of the rooms and into the kitchen, where they hoped to handle them better. Tom was white and shaking when he met me at the door, opened just a crack so that none of the scurrying cats could escape. On the hallway floor there were delicate feline feet-prints etched in red. They went up the stairway, too. On one of the landings sat a tremendous white tom-cat, for the moment not being pursued. He was licking his paw and growling. "She's in the bedroom" said Tom. "It's the worst thing I ever saw." THE END City 'Neath The Sea... An ancient city sank beneath the wave And now the rippling waters lave Castles of stone, Homes of the poor, The rich, obscure. And the waves moan, While the bells toll, To call the roll In monotone. On calm summer nights we can hear them chime, Mournfully, till the end of time. Isabelle E. Dinwiddie
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