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It seemed, as we were attempting to make the awards Close behind the artists come the poets of the League, this month, as if some kindly spirit of excellence had in- whose contributions, always good, maintain their usual spired the efforts of every one of the League contributors. Standard of excellence. The mysticism and romance of In each department of the competition the work is of an the great forests, the solitude and grandeur of leafy unusually high standard. Indeed it is so uniformly good boughs and shady dells, are voiced with rare feeling in that we find it difficult to offer any but the most all-inclu- many bits of exquisite verse, under the title, “A Song of sive congratulations. If, however, the work of a particular the Woods.” Seldom, indeed, have better examples of group is to be singled out for special comment, the wield- the songster's art graced the League pages, and never has ers of the pen and brush must be mentioned first. They the nature-thought been more beautifully and tenderly stand at the head of the prize-winners with an array of two expressed. gold and five silver badges to their credit. Of this Many interesting stories of “Seaside Adventures" — honor they may justly be proud, for the drawings we have reminiscent or fictional in character — do much to reflect considered worthy of reproduction in this issue are re- credit on the pens of their young authors. All of the markably clever, both in arrangement and in treatment. stories are entertaining, some are amusing, and a few give Two or three, in their technical excellence, compare favor- great promise for the future. These, with a host of ably with the work of experienced illustrators. In fact, photographs showing all manner of animals and people the task of sisting and selecting the prize-winning draw- “On the March,” help to maintain the notable level of this ings from the great mass of material submitted was almost month's competition, and make it difficult to single out like choosing the winners of the Olympic meet — each any class of contribution as more worthy of comment than represented the finished work of one well qualified to com- the others. Everything is good, and all our young workers pete. Let us hope, in future competitions, that the selec- can share alike in the glory, for there is plenty to go well tion may be as difficult and the quality as high.

around, with still some left over,

PRIZE-WINNERS, COMPETITION No. 151

In making the awards, contributors' ages are considered. PROSE. Gold badge, Elizabeth Finley (age 13), New York City. Silver badges, Josephine R. Carter (age 10), Elizabeth, N. J.; Muriel Irving (age 15), Tompkinsville, S. I.; Dorothy M. Hoogs (age 15), Honolulu, Hawaii. VERSE. Gold badge, Anna Torrey (age 14), Providence, R. I. Silver badges, S. V. Benét (age 13), Augusta, Ga.; Margaret Tildsley (age 11), Spuyten Duyvil, N. Y.; Nellie Adams (age 13), Placerville, Cal.; Margaret L. Shields (age 15), Hillsboro, O. DRAWINGS. Gold badges, Dorothy E. Handsacker (age 13), Tacoma, Wash.; Margaret Conty (age 16), New York City. Silver badges, John Milton (age 14), New York City; Helen M. Roth (age 15), Oakland, Cal. ; Leonora Bemis (age 17), Milton, Mass.; Dorothy Hughes (age 14), Brooklyn, N. Y.; Marjorie Benson (age 17), Flushing, N. Y. PHOTOGRAPHS. Gold badge, Paull Jacob (age 17), Wellsburg, W. Va. Silver badges, Carol Clark (age 14), London, Eng. ; Christine J. Wagner (age 15), Mansfield, O. ; Catharine E. Langdon (age 15), Toronto, Can.; J. Sherwin Murphy (age 15), Chicago, Ill. ; Dorothy Coate (age 17), New Orleans, La. PUZZLE-MAKING. Silver badges, Henry Wilson (age 13), Columbus, O.; Margaret M. Dooley (age 16), Oakland, Cal.; Mary Berger (age 13), Milwaukee, Wis.; Helena A. Irvine (age 12), Vancouver, B. C. PUZZLE ANSWERS. Silver badges, George Locke Howe (age 14), Bristol, R. I.; Alfred Hand, 3d (age 14), Scranton, Pa.

A SONG OF THE WOODS
BY ANNA TORREY (AGE 14)

(Gold Badge)
DEEP in the forest, where a mighty oak

Flings grateful shadow o'er a wandering stream, Where tall ferns nod, and velvet mosses creep,

I love to lie and dream.

A SONG OF THE WOODS
BY S. V. BENÉT (AGE 13)

(Silver Badge)
There 's many a forest in the world,

In many lands leaves fall;
But Sherwood, merry Sherwcod,

Is the fairest wood of all.

I love to watch the shy, wild wood folk pass,

To hear the oak leaves murmur in the breeze; And see the dancing sunlight try to pierce

Between the shading trees.

They say that on midsummer night,
If mortal eyes could see aright,

Or mortal ears could hear,
A wanderer on Sherwood's grass
Would see the band of Robin pass,

Still hunting of the deer.

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And sometime to his ears might come
The beating of an elfin drum,

Where Puck, the tricksy sprite,
Would dance around a fairy ring,
With others of his gathering,

All on midsummer night.

Queen Guinevere would ride again
With all her glittering, courtly train,

Through Sherwood's lovely glades;
'Til dawn begins to glow near by,
And from the kingdom of the sky.

The magic darkness fades. “ON THE MARCH" BY CAROL CLARK, AGE 14.

There's many a forest in the world, (SILVER BADGE.)

In many lands leaves fall; I love to hear the brook, with song and laugh,

But Sherwood, merry Sherwood,
Go chattering and gurgling on its way,

Is the fairest wood of all.
By grassy banks where wild flowers scent the air,
By lichened boulders gray.

THE MARSDEN GHOST, A SEASIDE

ADVENTURE
And when the twilight comes with soothing touch,

BY MURIEL IRVING (AGE 15)
And whispering breezes healing coolness bring,
I love to linger in the woods at dusk,

(Silver Badge) And hear the thrushes sing.

MR. Allison, his wife, and his son Will came to live at

Bradford Manor in the year eighteen hundred and A SEASIDE ADVENTURE

ninety-four. There was on this estate a high tower,

named for Richard Marsden, an old astronomer, to BY JOSEPHINE R. CARTER (AGE 10)

whom the estate had previously belonged. (Silver Badge) ONE morning I was playing with a friend in the sand at a little place on Long Island. Not very far away, we saw a life-boat lying on the beach ; we thought it would be fun to play in it, so we got in, and were rocking and trying to make it sail (on sand), when a big wave came up and lifted it a little.

We were delighted with this, and rocked it some inore. Soon a bigger wave came, and this time it lifted the boat off the sand and carried it out.

When I realized this, I screamed for help. My little friend's mother was sitting on the beach, and when she saw us going, she screamed too.

A life-saver happened to be fussing with a boat near by. He caught the situation at a glance, and, dropping everything, rushed after our boat, which was going quickly out into deep water.

We were terribly frightened when we saw the big waves almost on top of us, and I do not know what

"ON THE MARCH." BY CATHARINE E. LANGDON, AGE 15. would have happened if he had not caught our boat just

(SILVER BADGE.) when he did.

He watched his chance, and when the next wave There were many wild tales told about this tower. came, rushed us with it to the shore. In a few moments Some related how the ghost of a lady in white went we were safe and sound on the beach.

weeping and moaning up and down the long winding I tell you, I was never so glad to get back to the land stairs of the tower; others, that the swish of her dresses in my life, and thus end my first “seaside adventure." was heard in the wee, small hours of the night.

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Personally, Will Allison had no belief in ghosts, but They found many treasures there which appealed to he determined to find out upon what this story was their boyish hearts, among which were two old guns, an based. So, taking a lantern and a light lunch, he old hand-bag, and some powder. started out for the tower about eight o'clock one eve- The boys, after investigating the cabin a little more, ning. From eight to ten, he heard nothing except the went back to their mother and the baby. wind rushing through the trees and the open window That night, at home, they had the bag cut open, and of the tower. About ten o'clock he thought he heard lo and behold, it contained nothing more or less than something, and then he jumped with fright as a strange two red shirts and a red nightcap. When the boys' faweird scream and a moan were heard. Then came a ther saw the contents of the bag, he said, quite surswish and he felt something soft touch him as it glided prised : “Why, those are mine ; your mother gave them by. Although he was thoroughly terrified, he deter- to the Salvation Army a little while ago." mined to go up the stairs to see if there was anything And all the family laughed heartily, for it was so. to be seen.

A SONG OF THE WOODS

BY HELEN F. SMITH (AGE 9)
RATHER than riches and castles,

I'd have the daffodils mine;
Rather than rubies and diamonds.

I'd have the brook's rippling rhyme.

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I love the woods more than glory,

I love the flow'rs more than fame : I love the trees and the meadows

More than a heroic name.

And though some people will treasure

A ruby much more than a tree, Give me the woods and the flowers,

And give me leave to be free.

sea

A SEA ADVENTURE “ON THE MARCH" BY PAULL JACOB, AGE 17. (GOLD BADGE)

BY DOROTHY M. HOOGS (AGE 15) Slowly climbing the stairs, waiting every few seconds

(Silver Badge) for a sound, which did not come, at last he reached the In the Hawaiian Islands, almost all the natives are in top. Again he heard the swish and felt something constant contact with the sea, and they are just as much touch him. Turning his lantern toward the corner at home in the water as on the land. from which the sound came, he found—a nest of baby Captain “Sam," screech-owis.

an old and hardy

Hawaiian
A SEASIDE ADVENTURE

master, was sail-
BY ALICE HINDLE (AGE 13)

ing off the rocky

shores of Molokai The broad Atlantic washes up on a certain beach in

one starlit night Massachusetts.

in the little Down this beach, a few years ago, came a lady, a

schooner Moi baby, and two boys. As the four came near to the ocean,

Wahine. There the lady, taking the baby, sat on some shaded rocks,

was not a sound
except for the
little waves lap-
ping against the
boat. Suddenly
she was rammed
by the steel prow
of the lighthouse
tender Kukui, and
sunk more than
twenty miles from
land. Captain Sam
floundered about
among the wreck-
age,

and then
headed toward the

THE MARCH."

BY CHRISTINE J.

island of Lanai. WAGNER, AGE 15 (SILVER BADGE.) "LEFT BEHIND." BY JOHN MILTON, AGE 14. (SILVER BADGE) Several members

of his crew were with him, but they. being Koreans, "We 're going down the beach a little ways," the old- were not so adapted to the sea as their master, and soon est boy, Donald, said.

became too exhausted to keep up any longer, and went After walking a considerable distance, the boys came down forever. The captain struggled on, freeing himto an old wrecked ship. They quickly made their way self of his clothes, and then struck out, bound to win in into its cabin, which contained three bunks.

his race with death. His long-passed youth came back

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