Lullaby of rain

(Thoughts during a summer rainfall in 1949)

The rain is pelting down upon my window pane right now
And it looks as though it’ll never stop, with cloud upon cloud upon cloud.
It’s a steady, soft, summer rain, the kind that cools the day,
The kind that makes you sleepy, the kind that makes you dream.
It taps upon my window pane, it tap-a-tap-tap-tap-taps
A melancholy melody - a lullaby played by rain.
Now, of all the songs and symphonies, of all the tunes I know,
The sweetest one of all of them is God’s Lullaby of rain.

W. F. Cento, West St. Paul

It’s the love game

If you’re single with an urge to mingle, then take my advice, when love comes callin’, many have fallen for the game with the loaded dice -
It’s the Love Game.

Think you’re in the groove? Buster, you don’t know that you’ve had your fling and lost everything -
It’s the Love Game.

On those moonlight nights when the Love Bug bites, you’ll lose your reason Ôcause spring is the season.
It’s the Love Game.

Think that she’s the weaker sex? Well, I’ve got news for you, just look around, ask any ex. She’ll be sure to win it all and alimony too.
It’s the Love Game.

Every bachelor and every deb, all get caught up in the world wide web.
It’s the Love Game.

Bill Halgren, Oakdale

There was a nice lady who was a little old-fashioned. She was planning a week’s vacation in Florida at a particular campground, but she wanted to make sure of the accommodations first.

Uppermost in her mind were toilet facilities, but she couldn’t bring herself to write “toilet” in a letter. After considerable deliberation, she settled on “bathroom commode,” but when she wrote that down, it still sounded too forward, so she rewrote the letter to the campground and referred to the bathroom commode as the “B.C.”

“Does the campground have its’ own B.C.?” is what she actually wrote.

The campground owner was baffled by the euphemism so he showed the letter around to several campers, but they couldn’t decipher it either. Finally, the campground owner figured she must be referring to the location of the local Baptist church, so he sat down and wrote:

“Dear Madam, I regret very much the delay in answering your letter, but I now take great pleasure in informing you that a B.C. is located nine miles north of the campground, and is capable of seating 250 people at one time. I admit it is quite a distance away if you are in the habit of going regularly, but no doubt you will be pleased to know that a great number of people take their lunches and make a day of it. They usually arrive early and stay late.

The last time my wife and I went was six years ago, and it was so crowded we had to stand up the whole time we were there. It may interest you to know that right now there is a supper planned to raise money to buy more seats. They’re going it hold it in the basement of the B.C.

I would like to say it pains me very much not to be able to go more regularly, but it is surely due to no lack of desire on my part. As we grow older, it seems to be more of an effort, particularly in cold weather.

If you do decide to come down to our campground, perhaps I could go with you the first time, sit with you and introduce you to all the other folks.

Remember, this is a very friendly community.

submitted by Marjorie M. Luft, St. Paul