Fresh news from the past.
Many were happy.
It took a long time to make a wish.
Daffodils were trampled in play and clover ripped up
by hands feeling for luck.
Ivy wouldn't stop.
It was a kind of weed made spinners,
and a best grass reed for making the hands a wind instrument.
No one who had seen Queen Anne's Lace knew it.
There was suitable weather.
There was a road under the river.
Had we been to Paris?
No.
But we had been to leg of lamb and found it alive and moving.
Guns and butter had not yet become rockets and pies.
We were dumb as ducks.
We loved the word propeller.
[LAUGHTER]