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McCaleb sent me that printed notice, an' everybody on my floor see it comin' an' knew it was something shameful an' legal that evening I tried honestly to keep 'em out. I pulled down the shade it was a bitter cold day, a regular blizzard blowing an' I sat with my back to the window an' tried to read my Bible while them birds jest shrieked themselves hoarse outside.
Mr. McCaleb took his seat. The shocked gaze of the board bent itself upon the criminal. The bad little old lady's far-sighted eyes swept insolently past them all and met the president's twenty years younger than her own. "Do you like birds, ma'am?" she asked, herself in an eager, bird-like way. And then, without waiting for an answer, she went on: "I love 'em anything that's got wings.
His little poem pleases us just the same. Let us turn back and read it again I suspect that, after all, we are all of us small enough to sit in a chimney corner; and perhaps every book is but a picture story-book to the man or woman who is old enough and big enough to read it rightly. Adapted by Anna McCaleb But that was the case with Loki Red Loki, as he was called, because of his red hair.
Reprinted from Munsey's Magazine of April, 1904 by permission Mrs. Walker." The president looked from the report in front of her to the superintendent sitting opposite. The Rev. Alexander McCaleb rose slowly to his feet. "I regret exceedingly," he said, "to have to report this case to the board. I need not say that if it had been possible to convince Mrs.
Soon after Mr. Prentiss settled in New Orleans, a meeting was held to raise funds for the erection of a suitable monument to Franklin. On that occasion, the lamented Wilde and the accomplished McCaleb delivered ornate and chaste addresses upon the value of art, and the policy of enriching New Orleans with its exhibition.
"But it is plainly stated in the by-laws," said the recording secretary, a bright-eyed, business-like matron. "And dear Mr. McCaleb is so patient and tactful that it is seldom necessary," remarked the single member of this week's visiting committee. "I thank you, Mrs. Davis." The superintendent bowed in his stateliest manner. "I do my best I try always to do my best.
McCaleb flat-footed that if he had the heart to starve them innocent critturs in the dead o' winter, it was more than I had. I told him if he'd wait till spring, I'd promise never to open the window that faces south after that; but till they could shift for themselves, I'd shift for them. That's all. Thank you, ma'am, for letting me have my say."
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