Diplomacy Is Living In State.

Diplomacy Is Living In State.

The Elf And The Dormouse Under A Toadstool Crept A Wee Elf, Out Of The Rain To Shelter Himself. Under The Toadstool, Sound Asleep, Sat A Big Dormouse All In A Heap. Trembled The Wee Elf, Frightened And Yet Fearing To Fly Away Lest He Get Wet. To The Next Shelter-maybe A Mile! Sudden The Wee Elf Smiled A Wee Smile. Tugged Till The Toadstool Toppled In Two. Holding It Over Him, Gaily He Flew. Soon He Was Safe Home, Dry As Could Be. Soon Woke The Dormouse-"good Gracious Me!" "where Is My Toadstool?" Loud He Lamented. -and That's How Umbrellas First Were Invented.

What Is My Loftiest Ambition? I've Always Wanted To Throw An Egg At An Electric Fan.

I Heard A Bird Sing In The Dark Of December A Magical Thing And Sweet To Remember. 'we Are Nearer To Spring Than We Were In September,' I Heard A Bird Sing In The Dark Of December.

Manuscript: Something Submitted In Haste And Returned At Leisure.