In the meantime Mr. La Page will be busy constructing several more log cabins from the jack pine of Pequot so that Whiz Bang readers may solve vacation problems this summer, and I’ll bet you’ll find plenty of Persian kittens and wily polecats scampering about the premises. And one of them shall be called “Marigold,” after the Richard Garnett poem:
She moved through the garden in glory because
She had very long claws at the end of her paws.
Her back was arched, her tail was high,
A green fire glared in her vivid eye;
And all the Toms, though never so bold,
Quailed at the martial Marigold.
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A fiery steed with championship form and charming personality rarely roams long alone.