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Hallowe’en at Hartridge
(As told by the Presiding Fairy of Good Cheer)
The room was bathed in a reddish glow
And on the hearth the fire burned low;
Huge pumpkins glared through corn-stalk sheaves.
And witches and hats, And big black cats
Were hidden in piles of autumn leaves.
The guests there were a motley throng. Yet, strange to say, they got along
Most peaceably; they danced and ate. And quite forgot ’twas getting late.
Fhere was Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum,
I he Spearmint d'wins, who gave out gum, A Gold Dust Twin, a Suffragette,
And many a black and white Pierrette, Colonial dames, a fierce old “ Chink,”
A ballet girl in fluffy pink,
A Sing Sing prisoner, a Highland lass,
A fat old man, a walking glass, Peter Rabbit and his wife,
A real “newsy,” true to life.
Sailors, paper dolls, a cat
Who never caught a mouse or rat.
Some Spanish girls, a few “nice” men.
I'he parents watched— and grew young again.
I he room no longer glowed in red. And on the hearth the fire was dead. But the harvest moon and I had seen
A glorious Hartridge Hallowe’en.
Adele Louise De Leeuw, ’i 8
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