Lament for April 15 by Avery Clafin Who must file. Every citizen of the United States­ -- Whether an adult or minor, who had six hundred sixty-five dollars Parenthesis . . . twelve hundred dollars if sixty-five years of age or over. Close parenthesis. Or more gross income In nineteen fifty-five, must file. Most of your tax Is withheld from your wages every payday, Or paid on declarations of estimated tax every quarter. Parenthesis. See page fourteen relative to the declaration of estimated lax. However, the law requires you to file an annual return To determine whether you owe more or should gel a refund. You are entitled to one exemption for each dependent who meets all the following requirements: One; received less than six hundred dollars, And, two; received more than one-half of his support from you, Parenthesis, or from husband or wife if this Is a Joint return. Close Parenthesis. And, four, was either a citizen or resident of the United States, The Republic of Panama, Canada, Mexico, or the Canal Zone. And, five Parenthesis, a, close parenthesis, Was related to you In one of the following ways: Mother, Father, Grandmother, Grandfather, Brother, Sister, Grandson and Granddaughter, Step-brother, Step-sister, Step- mother, Step-father, and Mother-in-law. You can deduct your molher-in-law, father-in-law, Brother- In•law, Slster-ln-law, Son and Daughter-in-law But-In the case of children who are residents of the Republic Of the Philippines • And who were born to, or were legally adopted by servicemen In the Philippine lslands Before July five, nineteen-forty-six, consult your Internal Revenue Office. After hearing these instructions, you should be able to prepare Your own return Unless you have complicated problems.

The True Beauty by Thomas Carew (b. 1589) He that love.s a rosy cheek Or a coral lip admires, Or from star-like eyes doth seek Fuel to maintain his fires. As old Time makes these decay So his flames must waste away. But a smooth and steadfast mind Gentle thoughts and c alm desires Hearts with equal love combined Kindle never dying fires. Where these are not, I despise Lovely cheeks or lips or eyes.

The Quangle Wangle's Hat by Edward Lear On the top of the Crumpetty Tree, The Quangle Wangle sat But his face you could not sse on account of his Beaver Hat. For his hat was a hundred and two feet wide, With ribbons and blbbons on every side, and bells and buttons, and loops and lace, So that nobody ever could see the face of the Ouangle Wangle Quee . . . But there came to the Crumpetty Tree Mr. & Mrs. Canary. And they said, "Did ever you see any spot so charmingly airy. May we build a nest on your lovely hat, Mister Quangle Wangle, Grant us that, 0 please, let us come and build a nest, of whatever Materials suits you best, Mister Ouangle Wangle Ouee." And besides to the Crumpetty Tree came the Stork. the Duck. And the Owl, The Snail and the Bumble Bee, the frog and the Fimble Fowl. And the Golden Grouse came there, and the Pobble who no toes, And the small Olympian Bear, and the Dong with the luminous nose. And the Blue Baboon who played the flute and the Orient Calf From the Land of Tute, jlnd the Allery Squash and the Bisky Bat, All came and built on the lovely hat of the Quangle Wangle Ouee. And the Quangle Wangle said to himself on the Crumpetty Tree "When all these creatures move, what a wonderful noise there'll be." And at night by the light of the mulberry moon They danced to the flute of the Blue Baboon. On the broad green leaves of the Crumpetty Tree. And all were as happy as happy could be With the Quangle Wangle Quee.

Sonnet: Like as the culver on the bared bough by Edmund Spenser (1552? - 1599) Like as the culver on the bared bough Sits mourning, Mourning for the absence of her mate, And In her moan sends many a wishful vow for his return, that seems to Iinger lafe; So I alone, now left disconsolate, Mourn lo myself the absence of my love, And wand'rlng here and there all desolate, Seek with my plalnts to match that mournful dove. No joy of aught that under heav'n doth hove Can comfort me, but her own joyous sight, Whose sweet aspect both God and man can move, In her unspotted pleasaunce to delight: Dark Is my day whiles her fair light I miss, And dead my life, that wants such lively bliss.

Major-General James Wolfe is said to have written these words on Sept. 12, 1759, Just before the attack on Quebec. How stands the glass around? for shame ye take no care, my boys; let mirth and wine abound, the trumpets sound, The colors they are flyfng, boys, to kill or wound. May we still be found content with our hard fate, my boys, Content on the cold, cold ground. Why, soldiers, why, should we be melancholy, boys! Why, soldiers, why? Whose business 'tis to dial What, slqhing I Fie! fie, fie, fie,_ lfe, fie, flel Don't fear, drink on, be jolly, boysl 'Tis he, or you or ti Don't fear! Cold, hot, wet, or dry, we're always bound to follow, boys, and scorn to flyl 'T)s but In valn, I mean not to upbraid you, boys. 1,s but In vain, for soldiers to complain: Should the next campaign send us to Him who made us, boys, We're free from pain! But If we remain, a bottle and a kind landlady cure all again.

Remember by Christina Rossetti Remember me when I am gone away, Gone far away Into the silent land, When you can no more hold me by the haad, tlor I half furn to go, yet turning stay. Remember me when no more, day by day, You tell me of our future that you planned: Only remember me; you undemand, It will be late to counsel then and pray. Vet if you should forget me for a while And afterwards remember me, Do not grieve, for if darkness and corruption leave a vestige of the thoughts that I once had, Better by far you should forget and smile, Than that you should remember and be sad.

Maurice by Judith Dvorkin Once upon a time there lived a little French boy. His name was Maurice, Maurice Formidable. Now as any school boy knows, Formidable Is a French word meaning marvellous, extraordinary Practic'lly the seventh wonder or the world. And because his name had this meaning Poor little Maurice, He was always being made the butt of a joke. For example: When he was called upon in school lo recite This Is what would happen "Maurice," the teacher would say, "Maurice, If you bad three apples and six friends" ("Yes m'am") "How would you divide the apples evenly?" Maurice thought Iha problem over and then replied, "I would divide three by six and give each friend half an apple." "Goodl" said the teacher. "Good!" the pupils asked, ''C'est (C'est Is French for ''It is"), "C'est formldablel" And they laughed and laughed and laughed. Well, that's how It went -- through grammar school and high school and college and even when he entered the business world. Never was he able to forget that a pun could be made upon bis name. When be reached the age of thirty Our Maurice met the love of his life. He courted her, He won her heart, and soon they were man and wife. Oh the years went by quite quickly And their love, it remained quite intense. But there was one flaw In their happiness: And that was due to the simple fact that no matter how much be tried to alter the situation, He was completely unsuccessful at ii and everyone continued to have jokes at hls expense. When next we see Maurice he's just turned seventy-one, And Is about to leave this world. His loving wife is standing by, Listening caref'lly to his final wishes, And he has one important last request. "People have always made fun of rny name And it would pain me to think That after I am gone They would continue to do It. So when you have my tombstone made, let it say simply 'He lived and died A good man And was faithful to bis wife,' " But the best Intentions go awry, and so it was with Maurice's. For when the townspeople passed the graveyard And read the Inscription on his tomb, Their comment was always t he same. "In memory of my husband, Maurice, Born 1814, Died 1885, A man good and true, faithful to his wife for forty-one years". Faithful lo his wife for forty-one years? '"AH, C'EST FORMIDABLE!"

Lyrics by Robert Hillyer

The Interminable Farewell by Edward Tatnall Canby A canon, in which each voice enters in a different key. making for some rather humorous polytonality. So long, so long, Good-by, Good night. We're glad you came, ifs been loads of fun, so nice of you, Do come again. It's early still, the evening's young, Do stay awhile, don't go quite yet. We'll have to go, It's been Just divine, we love your place, How do you do it? So nice of you lo think of us, We must get home, Let's meet again. Don't go.

What's in a Name? by Helen F. Moore Before the battle of Lexington, William Dawes and Paul Revere were both dispatched to rouse the county, Dawes starting first. I am a wand'ring, bitter shade; Never of me was hero made. Poets have never sung my praise, Nobody crown'd my brow with bays; And if you ask me the fatal cause, I answer only, "My names was Dawes." 'Tis all very well for the children to hear of the midnight ride of Paul Revere, But why should my name be quite forgot, Who rode as boldly and well, God wotl Why, should l askl The reason Is clear, My name w.as Dawes and his Revere. When the lights In the Old North Church flashed out, Paul Revere was waiting about, But I was already on my way. The shadows of night fell cold and gray As I rode with never a break or pause. But what was the use, when my name was Dawes? History rings with his sllv'ry name; Closed lo me are the portals of fame. Had he been Dawes and I Revere, No one had beard or him I fear. No one has heard of me because, He was Revere and I was Dawes.

A duet for Soprano and Tenor, with the other three voices intoning a Latin hymn In the background. 14th Century Of one that Is so fair and bright Velut Maris Stella Brighter than !he day Is light. Parens et Puella cry lo lhee, Thou see to me. Levedy, Pray to Thy son for me. Tampia. That I might come lo Thee Maria. All thfs world was forelore Eva Peccatrice. Tyl our lord was Ybore De Te Genetrlce With Ave it went away Thuster night and comz the day Salulis. The welle springeth out of Thee. Virtutls Levedy, Flowr of alle thing Rosa Sine Spina Thou bear Jesu, Hevene King, Gratia Dlvlnia Of Alie Thou berst the Prize, Levedy, Queen of Paradys Elecla Mayda, Milde, Moder Es. Effecta.