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Excerpts from Winter 1958 Edition


In the morning a mantle of white covered the ground. Robbie stood on tiptoe to peer over his window sill. He blinked his eyes, hiked up his blue pajamas, and dashed downstairs into the kitchen. Hugging his mother around the waist, he said "Hi, Mommy."

"Good morning, Robbie," she replied as she bent over and kissed him on his little, round cheek. "Sit down before your toes freeze, Lamb."

Robbie climbed onto his chair and commenced to eat his oatmeal. He downed his breakfast hurriedly and galloped upstairs to dress. His mother helped him into his wooley, brown snowsuit; she fastened the hood snugly at his neck; and she put on his yellow mittens. Kissing him lightly on the forehead, she bid him have fun.

Robbie surveyed with ecstasy the beautiful white world that surrounded him, and he knew exactly what to do. First he patted together a small lump of snow. Then he rolled it until it had become almost half the size of himself. He started a new lump. This one was not quite as large as the first; and with some difficulty, he managed to place it on top of the other. Then a third ball was fashioned somewhat smaller than the first two. He proudly placed the head on the snowman.

Carefully he smoothed the three balls until, in his eyes, his snowman was the most perfect and beautiful creation ever molded by the hand of God or man. He glowed with artistic pride. Now and then, he would glance up from his work to see his mother smiling at him from the window. He waved his yellow mitten and grinned broadly. Soon, however, he heard the sounds of children sledding. He gave his snowman a last fatherly pat and pulling his little, wooden sled behind him, ran to join his comrades.

At lunchtime he was treated by the snowman's expressionless white face. Robbie took off a yellow mitten and, with his finger, drew a smiling mouth on the snowman's face.

In the afternoon there was a snowball fight up the street; then all the children built a snowfort; but just as they were finishing it, the big boys came and chased them out.

Robbie noticed that it was getting late and much colder. The sun had practically disappeared behind the trees, so he went home.

As he neared home, he recalled his snowman; he could hardly wait to see it. With visions of its big smiling face, he started to run as fast as his short legs could carry him.

He ran into his yard. "Hi, Snowman," he said. "Hi, Snowman! " But he couldn't find his snowman — only two crushed balls of snow — no smile!

His mother was in the living room waiting for him. He ran to her, sobbing. She took him in her lap, gently soothed him, and tenderly dried his eyes with her apron.

"Why did they break it, Mommy?" he asked.

"Because they don't love snowmen anymore."

"What'll I do?" he asked.

"Build another, Robbie, dear."