Excerpt from The Black and Gold, Vol. 11: November, 1921 Oh! Its only three-thirty. I'll have time to go down to the old swimming hole. Going through the dining room he was reminded of the mar velons spreads that once covered that same old table. He was nu able to swallow the lump in his throat. Putting his hand on the back of a big chair he murmured, Here father sat and asked the blessing while we boys were nearly frantic to get our teeth into the turkey. And the Christmas tree always stood here, yes, right in this corner. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.