Selections from Trella Romine's library at Terradise Nature Center
The plumber came, and the plumber pounded;
His wrenches rang and his hammer sounded;
He rattled the kitchen and shook the hall.;
And he sang and he whistled over it all.
Whenever I managed to get near him,
He’d talk to me, but I couldn’t hear him.
Plumbers, I guess, are grown-up boys
Who never have to stop making noise.
by Ray Romine Thursday, January 31, 1952
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Media name: Jack & Jill
Date Submitted: 02/10/1952
Media name: Our Little Messenger
Date Submitted: 02/24/1952
Media name: Story World
Date Submitted: 03/08/1952
Media name: Stories for Children
Date Submitted: 04/05/1952
Media name: Dew Drops
Date Submitted: 05/22/1952
Media name: Child Life
Date Submitted: 06/17/1952
Media name: Wee Wisdom
Date Submitted: 06/26/1952
Media name: Story Parade
Date Submitted: 07/12/1952
Media name: Humpty-Dumpty
Date Submitted: 08/07/1952
Media name: Storyland
Date Submitted: 08/27/1952
Media name: Highlights for Children
Date Submitted: 12/03/1952
Date Sold: 01/19/1953
Amount: 4.00