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We have swept through the trees, and they gave

forth our song, "Ahoy! ahoy! We are strong! we are strong!” The dark land had yielded and sung forth our

power; We were masters of all, and the whole world did

cower.

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By the hand of the wind-king, I stepped from the

blast And away on his charger he rode far and fast.

“IN THE OPEN." BY BETTY A. BRAINARD, AGE 15. (SILVER BADGE)

THE WINDS OF MARCH

BY JEAN HARPER (AGE 17) (Gold Badge. Silver Badge won October, 1919) By the hand of the wind-king I've mounted the

blast, And on his charger ridden far and fast. The spring was not come, and the land yet was

brown; The dark of the night was on meadow and down. The joy of the hunter ran swift through my veins, And we urged on the charger and threw loose the

reins; O'er mountain and valley, o'er land and o'er sea! And I felt a wild joy, irresistibly free. We spoke to the weathercocks; they screamed at

the sound, And on their rods swung round and round. The ship of the sailor trembled and fled, Like a white-shrouded ghost to the land of the

dead. The voice of the lakes rose high at our word; At the sound of our trumpets the oceans were

stirred. We have lifted the branches in

the arms of our might, And laughed at the leaves as

they whirled out of sight.

A GOOD EXCUSE
BY WILHELMINA RANKIN (AGE 13)

(Silver Badge) I WONDER Which of us will be chosen for the queen to wear at the wedding,” said Rose, as she nodded and swayed in the breeze, to tall White Lily.

"Why, Rose, you will, of course. You are her favorite flower," exclaimed Lily.

“But I do not wish to be worn and admired by the queen and all her ladies," sighed Rose.

“What excuse have you?” exclaimed Lily. "Because—" and Rose hung her head.

Suddenly, the high-pitched voice of Jack-inthe-Pulpit arose from somewhere near by. "Here, here! None of this. It is very rude to answer questions like that. We want a good excuse. Now in my day I—" but he was interrupted by a chorus of voices, “Hush! Stop your preaching!"

Just then the bluebells tinkled a warning, for up the winding path the queen was leisurely strolling. Coming to Wild Rose, she whispered, "I think the head gardener overheard a little conversation between you and White Lily. What is this about not wishing to be taken from the garden?"

"I was very rude to say such things," Rose hesitated. “I'm sure you will forgive me."

"But come, what is your excuse?"

“Because-I want to remain just what I am, a free, gay, happy, little wild rose.”

For a minute the queen looked tenderly down at her, and then whispered: “Your wish is fulfilled, little one.

Yours is indeed a good excuse. You shall not be made proud and vain by your ad

mirers. You shall stay here, laughing and dancing in the breeze and be my own sweet little Wild Rose.”

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THE WINDS OF MARCH

BY ELIZABETH BRAINERD (AGE 8) HARK! is it a bird,

A bird of early spring?
No, 't is the March winds blowing-

Hear them whistling.
They are helping Mother Nature,

And blow the remaining leaves away, That new ones in their place may come

Some early April day. So come, let us dance with the winds,

And the little brown leaves too, Over the fields that begin to be green

And over the hills of blue.

Spirit of Springtime,
Birds' merry wingtime,

Borne on the wings of the winds of to-day,
Sends us its greeting,
Sets hearts a-beating
Faster with happiness, Spring 's on her way.

A GOOD REASON
BY GWYNNE M. DRESSER (AGE 14)

(Honor Member) It was the last day of March, and the North Wind came dancing over the hills in great glee, for he meant to sweep the country-side and make the spring flowers shiver in their beds. He was also planning to spread a blanket of snow over the fields and meadows. As he tripped gaily through the woods, he suddenly stopped, and a look of great surprise spread over his face. There before him, in a bank of moss, were two wee violets, peeping at him through the leaves. He was very much disgusted, and he blew a shrill blast at them as he passed. Before he had gone far, however, he spied a cluster of pink arbutus looking up at him with a smile. Tiny green leaves were sprouting on the bushes, and as he passed the swamp he found, to his amazement, that the pussy-willow bushes were covered with soft, downy kittens. When he came to the brook, he saw that the layer of ice which he had made so carefully only a week ago was broken, and the brook was babbling over the pebbles and singing a joyous song at being free again. In the apple orchard, he caught a glimpse

WHEN MARCH WINDS BLOW
BY FRANCES S. MILLER (AGE 11)

(Silver Badge)
I am the March wind. I blow the trees
Till they bow and sway; I toss the seas
Till the whitecaps leap o'er the waves in glee,
As I cry to all, “Come, dance with me!"
Through the hillsides bare echoes my song;
And through forests lone, with breath so strong,
I play my pipes, while o'er field and lea,
I cry to all, “Come sing with me!"
As I blow the kites, flying so high,
And chase the cloud-lambs across the sky,
I call to frolic and life so free,
“Come out in the open and play with me!"

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THE WINDS OF MARCH

BY ANNE MARIE HOMER (AGE 14) As the mighty wind sweeps through the wood And o'er the tossing sea, it bodes no good, No good to the giant pine in the west, Which it bends to the ground with furious zest, No good to the tossing ship on the sea, Which is no longer mighty, no longer free, But is wrecked by the cruel wind, wrecked as the

tree.

"IN THE OPEN." BY MARIE RUBEN, AGE 14

THE WINDS OF MARCH
BY ELEANOR F. FISHER (AGE 13)

(Silver Badge) WHEN the winds of March are blowing

And the sky is azure blue,
When the fleecy clouds float o'er me,

Oh, 't is then I dream of you!
Oh, your eyes are like the sky, dear,

And your smile is like the sun,
Oh, your cheeks are like the dawn, dear,

When the day has just begun. When at dusk the fire-light 's gleaming

And the sparks are dancing high, Oh, 't is then of you I 'm dreaming,

My sweet Princess of the Sky.

A GOOD REASON

BY MADELINE BLOSSOM (AGE 10) SNOWDROP was a spoiled and petted cat. She was one of the most important members of the Smith family, and for two weeks not a sign of Snowdrop could the anxious Smiths see.

At last, Mary said to Uncle Harry, "I think Snowdrop is a very ungrateful cat to run away.

Uncle Harry smiled. “Do you really think Snowdrop could have had the heart to run away?he asked.

"I believe she has," was Mary's tearful reply.

They were standing in the hall and Uncle Harry pushed open the door of a closet, remarking, "I think there is a good reason for it.”

And there, curled up beside Snowdrop, were four good little reasons, all fast asleep. And Snowdrop licked Mary's hand as if to say, “I am not an ungrateful cat, little mistress.”

A GOOD REASON

BY HELENE SPOONER (AGE 11) DURING the World War a young

soldier at Camp Dixen, whose name was Bob Collingwood, desired a furlough to go home and see his parents.

As his troop expected to be called across the sea any day the general would not permit Bob a furlough of even twenty-four hours.

One day when the soldiers were having targetpractice, Bob saw one of them standing right in the way of an on-coming bullet. Not a minute was to be wasted or else the soldier might have been seriously hurt. Bob sprang forward and dragged the soldier out of the way and pulled him back just as the bullet whizzed past him. It went through Bob's leg and he fell down. When the other soldiers saw what had happened they ran up and carried Bob to his tent, where he recovered, after several weeks. He was given a gold medal for bravery. But best of all he was allowed a three-day furlough. A better reason could not be found for this great privilege.

SPECIAL MENTION A list of those whose work would have been used had space permitted: PROSE Florence Jackson Ruth Josephine

Ena L. Hourwich Asire Minnie Pseferberg

Billy Connor Elease Weinas Genevieve Derschug

Louise H. Baker Hetty Burlingame Constance M. Evelyn Frost

Beatty O'Hara

Catherine Crook Edith E. Hatfield Helen Louise Gunn

Ellen L. Carpenter Dorothy Buck Ruth Foster Rankin Nancy Parker Dorothy Dell Irene Renk

PHOTOGRAPHS Charles E. Wilkins

Alden K. Sibley James B. R. White Rose Zimmerman

Mary Phillips Lucille Breeding
Eleanore Martin

Herma J. Neeland Martha Duncan
Gertrude Green
Martha Cox

Mary Chase
Miriam Abelson

Madelaine Karpeles Philip D. Eastman Ruth Wilkinson Julie Nicoll

Theodore H. Morris Elizabeth Swayze Julia Carlie

Brewster Morris Dorothy M. Jones

Helen Simpson Mary Louise Libby Laurence Firestone Margaret

Bessy A. Rascovar Josephine M. Miller

MackPrang

Hilda Sobe Arden Pangborn Charlotte E.

Fanny C. Curtis Margaret A. Nichols

Farquhar

Margaret Lane Hope Hamilton

Mildred M. Harris Virginia K Lucy Bush

Josephine Fraley Clayburgh
Charlie Wakefield

Froncie Wood Ida Ahrens
Elizabeth Gerken
Sylvia Hahn

Marjorie Whitney Theodora Gott

Lulita C. Pritchett Louise Ward Margaret H. Collins

Elizabeth McKinney Caroline M. Ashton DRAWINGS

Anne Weld
Clotilde Lohrke
Betty Muir

Alfred S. Lazarus
Katharine Adams
Francis J. B.

Mary Clarton Elizabeth P. Moffatt Martin

Robert Campbell
Arnold D. Finley

Edith C. Reid Margaret N
Emily J. Bates
Wisner A.

Kennard
Marian L.

Galbraith

Dorothy L. Rowell Richardson Marie Peyré

Katherine Harris Emily L. Brandt Mary E.

Marjorie E. Florence F. Johnson

Stonebarger

St. Pierre
Caroline Stafford Lois Crane

Leila E. Jones
Frances J. Gassman Marie R. Blatz
VERSE

Holman Don Hoover Martha Peters
Jean T.

Margaret Redington Josephine R. Howell Fotheringham Marjorie E. Root Mabel Saunders Laura L. Canfield Natalie Henry Abigail Hazen Phyllis Hodges Mariette E. Paine Peggy Davidson Evelyn Renk

Justina Klebsattel Helen F. Corson Lois Mills

Katherine E. Mark Harding Julia F

Harrison

Theresa Lindsay Vander Veer Daisy May

Henrietta North Phebe Lemon Clara Beardslee Carol Marshall

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ROLL OF HONOR A list of those whose contributions were deserving of high praise: PROSE Isabel C.

George Wunderlich, Arthur Carson

Bosworth

Jr. Frances K.

Ann Sommerich Jane H. Campbell Beckwith

Katharine Hinckley Sarah K. Stafford Barbara Simison

Mary D. Hatch Janet Sonnenstrahl

Ada G. Osann
Marian Grant
Helen Eddy

PHOTOGRAPHS
Rauha Laulainen Mathilda Laemme
Hazel Kuno

Jane Cooper
Marucci Capuzzi Bill Hayden
Gladys Phillips Alberta Iliff
Elizabeth

Elizabeth Marsh
Martindale Mary O'Flynn
Anna-Ewell Phillips Ena L. Hourwich
Doris Blackly Olga F. Joffe
Charlotte M. Mary O. Thurston
Reynolds

Robert Huse
Lois Buswell

Mary Armstrong
Virginia Dewey Carol R. Smith
Caroline Harris Lucy Shaw
Margaret Young Hester Brooks

Ruth L. Stern
DRAWINGS

Catherine Weitzel
Elinor Kendall Margaret McKinney
Dorothy Sponsler Sarah E. Donley
Shirley Strause Ah Quan Young
Eleanore M.

Helen M. D. Furst
Chamberlain Margaret Colwell
Francis S. Wright Donald M. Jordan
Robert Dies

Ernoest O. Knoch
Marian Welker Robert Warner
Marcella Comes Helen Steele
Ruth Fowler

Helen Ireland "A HEADING FOR Ivy-Jane

Muriel Ward MARCH.' BY MARY Edmondson Colin Macafee BILLINGS, AGE 14 Laura C. Barrett Henry S. Joseph (SILVER BADGE) Lalia Simison Frances B. Kennedy

Anne Wyman Ruth McCutchen Gwynne Daggett Barbara Hastings

Boyd D. Lewis Ruth Dimick Marion Haven

Marian E. Lumb Dorothy Jenkins
Madeliene McGill
Lael Tucker
Jane Heath
Elizabeth Rowe
Frances J. Partridge
Georgianna E.

Seegar
Maxine Wiley
Edith Kline
Elizabeth Cramer
Alice Laster
Charlotte De Selm
Mary 8. Hodge
Margaret P.

Coleman
Virginia Vaughan
Tom Avent
Beth Harrison
Jessie Sellers
Edith Callaghan
Carol Spilker
Catherine Dean
Henrietta Brannon
Martha

Brandenburg
Ruth M. Rhodes
Mildred Phippen
Elizabeth M.

Loudon
Eleanor C. Ashley 'A HEADING FOR MARCH." BY JEAN
Elizabeth Hollis MCINTOSH, AGE 16. (HONOR MEMBER)
Lucile F. Malott
Astrid Arnoldson Margaret Haley

PUZZLES
Theodora Holland Mary Johnstone Margaret Lang
Regina Wiley
Alice Sadler

Constance

Keating Margaret Gott Olga C. Pedersen Elinor G. Welch Auril F. Baker Sylvester Gatewood Rebecca S. Wright

Charlotte Millis Bernice Rasmussen VERSE

Herbert L. Block Jeannetta R.
Mary F. Twitchell Phyllis Dohm

Pennock
Esther L. Haskins Laurence W. Rich Richard Barron
Doris Conner
Carol Stone

Kennedy R. Ludlam Helen L.

Hannah Gilman Matilda Bishop Whitehouse Elizabeth Dow Elizabeth Anne L. New Dorothy Townsend McCullough Hilda F. Harris Amy L. Kuhn Howard C. Kroh Nancy Carr

Hester M. Laning Alice McMahon Harriet F. Marrack Mary H. Wilde Betty Jane Epley Margaret Leopold Irma Evers

Katherine F. Todd Margaret

Barbara Coleman Anna Pernt Montgomery Kate C. Lyon Hanna Böhme Elizabeth Brooks Susan Baker

Virginia Dove

WHAT THE LEAGUE IS THE ST. NICHOLAS LEAGUE is an organization of the readers of the St. NICHOLAS MAGAZINE.

THE LEAGUE motto is “Live to learn and learn to live."

THE LEAGUE emblem is the "Stars and Stripes.”

THE LEAGUE membership button bears the LEAGUE name and emblem.

THE ST. NICHOLAS LEAGUE organized in November, 1899, became immediately popular with earnest and enlightened young folks, and now is widely recognized as one of the great artistic educational factors in the life of American boys and girls.

THE ST. NICHOLAS LEAGUE awards gold and silver badges each month for the best original poems, stories, drawings, photographs, puzzles, and puzzle answers.

PRIZE COMPETITION, No. 268 Competition No. 268 will close April 1. All contributions intended for it must be mailed on or before that date. Prize announcements will be made and the selected contributions published in St. NICHOLAS for July. Badges sent one month later.

Verse. To contain not more than twenty-four lines. Subject, “From Sea to Sea."

Prose. Essay or story of not more than three hundred words. Subject, "My Favorite Recreation.'

Photograph. Any size, mounted or unmounted; no blue prints or negatives. Young photographers need not print and develop their pictures themselves. Subject, "Taken in a Second.”

Drawing. India ink, very black writing-ink, or wash. Subject, “Vacation 's Here!” or “A Vacation Friend,” or “A Heading for July."

Puzzle. Must be accompanied by answer in full.

Puzzle Answers. Best and neatest complete set of answers to puzzles in this issue of St. NICHOLAS. Must be addressed to THE RIDDLE-Box.

No unused contribution can be returned unless it is accompanied by a self-addressed and stamped envelop of proper size to hold the manuscript or picture.

RULES ANY reader of St. NICHOLAS, whether a subscriber or not, is entitled to League membership, and upon application a League badge and leaflet will be sent free. No League member who has reached the age of eighteen years may compete.

Every contribution, of whatever kind, must bear the name, age, and address of the sender and be indorsed as "original" by parent, teacher, or guardian, who must be convinced beyond doubt-and must state in writing—that the contribution is not copied, but wholly the work and idea of the sender. If prose, the number of words should also be added. These notes must not be on a separate sheet, but on the contribution itselfif manuscript, on the upper margin; if a picture, on the margin or back. Write in ink on one side of the paper only. A contributor may send but one contribution a month-not one of each kind, but one only; this, however, does not include “competitions” in the advertising pages or “Answers to Puzzles.” Address: The St. Nicholas League,

The Century Co.
353 Fourth Avenue, New York.

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