Recalls days gone by of school programs and box suppers.
One year we had a box supper after one of our school programs. Each girl was to make a box and fill it with food. My mother and I worked for days to make a pretty box. We covered it with blue crepe paper and pretty rufflers. My mother fixed fried chicken, sandwiches, two bananas (which was special because we seldom had them), chocolate cake, and, to top it all off, two Milky Way candy bars. The big night came and I was so excited, I just knew some certain boy would buy my box. A neighbor acted as auctioneer. There were several boxes to be sold - finally he picked up mine. The bidding began at a dollar, then a dollar and a quarter, and progressed to three dollars then at three and a quarter the bidding stopped. Guess who bought my box? My Dad! There we sat on a bench, my Dad happy as a lark enjoying the good food, but I can't say the same for me. When we got home my Mother told Dad he wasn't supposed to have bought my box and he said he couldn't see why not. He wasn't going to let someone else eat all the good food, besides he paid good money for it!
St. Francis, Kansas
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