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At school, during the morning recess, Jamie knew he was in for
trouble. He tried to enter into the games, but he was so nervous that
he couldn't concentrate. He was one of the first ones out of the dodge-
ball game. Gary and Clyde came up to him. He did not notice their
hesitant manner; all he saw was big trouble. He wished he had not
hit them.

Gary was grinning. "Hey, Jamie, you sure swing a mean book
satchel."

Jamie just stared at them.
"C'mon, Jamie, we were only teasin' you. Don't hold a little
joke against us."
Clyde tried to explain: "We thought you were a sissy and the
kind that would tell if you saw our clubhouse next to the warehouse."
"But you're tough," added Gary. "How'd you like to be in our
club? We're private eyes."
Jamie was overwhelmed. "Gee, I dunno. Yeah, I guess I will."
"Swell! Let's go play dodgeball."
That afternoon when the three of them walked home from school
Jamie was the happiest boy in the first grade. Two of the nicest guys
in the third grade were his pals. Man, would those neighborhood kids
look up to him nowl

AUGUST

Strange days ...
Echoes of autumn and spring
Blending in ripe tonality
In the reality
Of living days ...
And in the way of spring,
The crystal of the morning
Melts into the languid warmth of noon,
And very soon
The evening speaks
In shaded undertones,
And echoes waver back
Among the silver sounds,
Of yet another autumn
And another spring.

MARY HENDREN

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