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A COMPLAINT SET TO TYPE

My name is Locker, I haven't got a
First Name but I get all varieties of
them when I eccidentally graze some
Sweet Student's Shin! I'll bet you have
a store of them vourrelf
Nevertheless my job is quite a Carefree
One. JI am usualls very dusty on the
bottom but nobody notices that with all
the Debris that is »iled on my Bottom
Shelf.

I am a Bottom Locker myself,and I do
get treated Far Worse than my brother
who has his Stationery Abode on Top of
my Shoulders.

Now that everyone vill see, read and
consider my autobiography, I might as
well Exclaim to the World at Large now
that my chance has come ... Please Dear
Friend or such as the case may be = be
careful of My Ribs, None have been
broken yet but often Severely Grazed.
I have Two Sets of Them and their pur-
pose is to let the air into my dusty
interior. Don't kick them when you shut
me next time, J implore you ...

Another advantase my brother has
over me besides getting Kicked Shut, is
that he can give the Person Who Has An-
noyed him a lovel: Jab in their Head,
I am sorry to sa *e has a far more
Spiteful Nature then me (perhaps be-
cause I have not trd a chance to exer-
cise mine),

The language of those poor stricken
in the head people would make Self-
Respecting (though quite dusty) Locker
quiver and shake cnd come off his hin-
ZeS.

Well, this narrative is not an Exci-
ting Epistle, but what poor locker has
a Gay Life? You ought to hear my 22nd
cousin, the easel, tcslk, Now he’s one
who has travelled and seen quite a lot
of Beautiful Girls in his time espe-
cially in the painting room .....

One sad thing ebdout a Locker Like Me
I shall never get up in the world
from My Native letal-Yorks to my death
bed in the City Dump ~ it's ome long
painful Lifetime.

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THE ARTIST AT LARGE (OR SUMPIN)
BY AN AMATEUR MOUNTAIN CLIMBER --~--

Though you may not always think so,
it really is worth while to exert one-
self nor and then and climb a mountain,

On arriving at the Summit, after a
strenuous (7) upheaval, we sling our
packs to the ground with a deep sigh of
satisfoction and a sense of having ac-
complished something not to be sneezed
at, Then, of course, if we were ordin-
ary individuals our thoughts would in-
mediately flit to the enticing cup of
coffee to be obtained at the cafeteria
and the little (?) bundle of nourishment
that hos encumbered us on our journey,
However, ve are artists, and we stand
still gazing enthralled by the composi-
tion spread out before our wondering
eyes. ‘Tis then that we long in vain
for our little sketch pads and pencils
so that we mav shift mountains and trees

to suit our particular ideas of rhythm
and balence,
But cles, not many of us have the

moral coursge to sit on a cold and sti-
cky mountein surrounded by a flock of
inquisitive skiers and hikers, when our
real object on reaching the top is to

ski.
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After o heavy meal which we neverthe
less creve, the samo as other folks, we
bend to our task += Buckling on skis,

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