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Reader Elementary Literature -- Collections. Similar Items. Home About Help Search. The young Larks in their nest close by were much frightened, for they knew they would be in great danger if they did not leave the nest before the reapers came. When the Mother Lark returned with food for them, they told her what they had heard. We cannot wait any longer for help from our friends. Tomorrow we must set to work, ourselves.
When a man decides to do his own work and not depend on any one else, then you may be sure there will be no more delay. There was much fluttering and trying out of wings that afternoon, and at sunrise next day, when the Farmer and his son cut down the grain, they found an empty nest. A lark had made her nest in the early spring on the young green wheat. A LARK, who had young ones in a field of corn which was almost ripe, was under some fear lest the reapers should come to reap it before her young brood was fledged, and able to remove from the place.
Wherefore, upon flying abroad to look for food, she left this charge with them: That they should take notice what they heard talked of iu her absence, and tell her of it when she came back, again.
When she was gone, they heard the owner of the corn call to his son: Well, says he, I think this corn is ripe enough; I have you go early to-morrow, and desire our friends and neighbours to come and help us to reap it. When the old Lark came home, the young ones fell a quivering and chirping round her, and told her what had happened, begging her to remove them as fast as she could. The mother bid them be easy; for, says she, if the owner depends upon his friends and neighbours, I am pretty sure the corn will not be reaped to-morrow.
Next day, she went out again, upon the same occasion, and left the same orders with them as before. The owner came, and staid, expecting those he had sent to: but the sun grow hot, and nothing was done, for not a soul came to help him. Then,says he, to his son, I perceive these friends of ours are not to be depended upon, so that you must even go to your uncles and cousins, and tell them I desire they would be here betimes to-morrow morning to help us to reap.
Well, this the young ones, in a great fright, reported also to their mother. If that be all, says she, do not be frightened, children, for kindred and relations do not use to be so very forward to serve one another: but take particular notice what you hear said the next time, and be sure you let me know it. Had to burp that Enya to get it started again.
Now Mr. Embry was a pretty good pilot, even back then, and he knew that old Ned couldn't beat him in a Quickie pylon race. That is, until Ned found out that John momentarily lost his concentration whenever Ned buzzed within 8 or 10 feet of John at about 90 miles an hour.
It was the only way Ned could beat John in a race. And John once found out that it's really neat to land an airplane upside down, in front of a crowd. Don't know if the retracts were down or not. Nick didn't waste any time getting down to entertaining the troops. He happened to have a near quarter scale plane, with about an eight foot wingspan, that he had brought back from Germany.
On one memorable flight, it flamed out right over the runway. Nick tried to do a three-sixty and come around again, saw he wasn't going to make it, rolled out headed east, caught the landing gear on the top wire of the fence, and took the top wire off of four fence posts, clean as a whistle.
Nick decided to retire the plane rather than destroy the field with it. Could it be the beginning of the Eye-of-the-Lark Award? Getting back to business; the LARKS gang had nothing better to do in , than build and fly airplanes and helicopters and get itself Inc.
There must have been one heck of a Christmas party that year, cause these guys mean business! Now along in , Mr. Bo Hinch offered to sell to the LARKS, the land that they had been keepin an eye on for the police jury remember them?
The LARKS gang figured that if they owned the park, then they wouldn't have to keep an eye on it for the police jury. And, that wasn't all, owning the park just sounded like a real good idea. Well, Mr. Hinch had himself a deal and the gang as a whole went down to the bank and signed a note and borrowed the money to buy the land. Boy, did the flies leave the cow patty! With membership down to about 20, times got real hard, but you know the old saying, "when the going gets tough, the tough go flying".
Yep, you guessed it. That's when I joined in on the fun. All the while, the grass grew ten times faster than the membership, and there just didn't seem to be enough pilot-power to keep up with it.
The treasury seemed to heal overnight from a long terminal illness. The mortgage was finally paid off, and there seemed to be a sigh of relief. And now, is drawing to an end. The membership is still growing, and the long-standing problem of getting the grass cut was laid to rest for a while. LARKS finally got its very own post office box and should receive the property tax assessments there for the first time this year. There have been the traditional fun-fly, helicopter fly-in, and pattern contests.
LARKS has maintained its tradition of flying for various company picnics, and has started what may be the need for a special events calendar. They flew for the opening of Southland Field, at the renaming ceremonies of the Lake Charles Regional Airport, and several other occasions. Nick Nixon resigned from the coke fund, which brought a tear to our eyes.
Hopefully, Wendy Embry will let him be guest coke fund reporter every now and then. Dick VanDyke had to fill in as president at the November meeting, and along with secretary Rebecca Phelps, performed the best lip-sync act of the year. Ned Barnes was quietly given a nice Father's Day gift that some of us wish we could have shared in giving to him.
Bo Hinch had to get the telephone rigged, because we still haven't found the lock to the dial. Jim Martin has a Cranfield that still looks cherry. And, Nat Penton put up the goodies for a special Novice pattern contest that only 3 out of 5 airplanes survived. A lot of good folks have not been mentioned here. Someday, hopefully, there will be a spot of light on them so they can tell their stories. In the meantime, hopes for the future are for unity and a solid foundation in the membership of LARKS, for maybe a model museum where the older model aircraft can be displayed and memories of people like Fred Hendricks can be revived.
You can bet your boots on it! You see these fellows LOVE flying model aircraft. Their investment of blood, sweat, and tears in this here park is paying dividends to all that have followed under the keen and watchful Eye of the LARK. Sonny Stokeld.
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