To my Friends

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Part of The Young Citizen: The Magazine for Young People

Title
To my Friends
Year
1937
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In Copyright - Educational Use Permitted
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February, 1937 HE LEARNED A LESSON (Continued f1·om page J.1) shown just to torture him. Immediately after the opening exercises were over, Jose went up to his teacher and said, "Mr. Santos, I am very sorry I lied to you. I was the one who made the funny sound. I hope you will forgive me." Then. turning to his classmates. he said, "My classmates, I am very sorry for what I have done. You have punished me very severely. I deserve that punishment. I promise you I'll be truthful from now on." Tears gathered in his eyes. With bent head, he went quietly to his seat. The class, was very quiet. In every heart there was a feeling of triumph mixed with a feeling of sympathy. One cannot really help sympathizing with Jose. In his face could be seen an expression of a heart-felt repentance THE YOUNG CITIZEN FLOWERS ARE NOT GREEN By TRANQUILINO SITOY M alaybalay, Bukidnon 0 pretty butterfly, You have been flying high. Tell me if you have seen A flower colored green. Little girl. I fly high, And open every eye. But I have never seen A flower colored green. Flowers arc very bright. Some are red, others white. No eye has ever seen A flower colored green. IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT THE YOUNG CITIZEN has adopted this new size in order to enable children to handle the maqazin" more conveniently in the home or in the classrooms. To offset any decrease in the amount of readinq matter arising from the reduction of the size, W" have decided to increase the number of p(lges of each regular issue. excepting those for April and May. 39 TO MY FRIENDS Tonight I'll gather moonbeams When all the stars arc bright, When children all are sleeping In the quiet of the night. Sweet camias I shall pluck them, And thread some roses white, And scented ylang-ylang flowers Which are our own delight. Tonight, my friends, I'll lay them On the "papag" where you sleep; My flowers you'll offer And too, this love I keep. By A. C. CANCILLER Ligao, Albay