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THE verses printed in the following pages, under the title send this special message to each and every one: if your "In Meadows Green,” are as fresh and as full of the spirit name is missing from this month's Roll of Honor, we of summer as if written yesterday, and give no hint that assure you that the name was there, nevertheless, along they were composed in mid-April — four long months ago with some three hundred others. For all these, after be – when, in our Northern latitudes at least, the meadows ing put into type, were crowded out at the last moment. showed only the first faint promise of their present glory. Unfortunately, the spaces of the printed page will not budge

Our thanks are due to the young photographers, also, an inch--- and so it is often a question of “either — or." for a set of very beautiful summer pictures, as shown by If this goes in, that must come out! But there is always the League heading this month and the photographs on the consolation for our young contributors that there will page 951. And the story-writers and artists have sent us be other chances, other competitions, and other months in a list contributions quite up to their usual high standard. which to “try, try again," and sooner or later to win As for scores and scores of other League competitors, we every prize the League can offer!


In making the awards, contributors' ages are considered. PROSE. Gold badge, Merrill T. B. Spalding (age 14), Brookline, Mass. Silver badges, Frederick R. Schmidt (age 14), Chicago, Ill. ; Carolyn Moneypenny (age 12), Ridgewood, N. J.; Julia R. Melcher (age 12), Winnetka, Ill.; Granville B. Smith (age 16), Scarboro, N. Y.; Clarence Hatch (age 15), Plymouth, N. H. VERSE. Gold badges, Bernice L. Kenyon (age 14), Smithtown Branch, L. I.; Albert Reynolds Eckel (age 16), St. Joseph, Mo. Silver badges, Winifred M. Dodge (age 13), Newton Center, Mass.; Katherine Baker (age 12), Norfolk, Va.; Charles B. Moore (age 15), New York City; Gwynne A. Abbott (age 12), Groton, Mass. DRAWINGS. Gold badge, Harry Till (age 16), Philadelphia, Pa. Silver badges, Anna Lee Haynes (age 15), Columbia, S. C.; Vida Grimble (age 15), Buckhurst Hill, Eng.; Margaret Conty (age 16), New York City. PHOTOGRAPHS. Gold badge, Horace Graf (age 17), St. Louis, Mo. Silver badges, Franklin H. Jerauld (age 12), Ft. Thomas, Ky.; Margaret Leathes (age 11), Toronto, Can.; Willard Vander Veer (age 17), New York City; Fanny Ellsworth (age 11), Bronxville, N. Y. PUZZLE-MAKING. Gold badge, Philip Franklin (age 13), Williamsbridge, N. Y. PUZZLE ANSWERS. Silver badges, Mary O'Connor (age 15), Brooklyn, N. Y.; Elsie K. Reid (age 15), Peacedale, R. I.; Lois R. Fowler (age 15), Summit, N. J.; Ernest S. rosby (age 14), Buffalo, N. Y.; Arnold Guyot Cameron, Jr. (age 9), Princeton, N. J.


(A Sonnet)

(Gold Badge)
IN meadows green, where time so quickly goes,

And what seem minutes there are really hours,

There I could stay for days among the flowers, And try to learn the secrets no one knows; Learn from the brook its music as it flows;

Learn from each unseen sprite his magic powers,

That they might not be his alone but oursWould I could watch each green thing as it grows !

by my shoulder. With a last desperate effort I clutched at it, and then-I pulled away a sheet, and before us, nearly convulsed with laughter, stood Laurence ! We four went back feeling rather foolish. Laurence had determined to play a joke on us when we had decided to visit the "haunted house," and he had certainly been successful.

Although there was no real ghost, I have since avoided all "haunted houses,” keeping in remembrance this unusual experience and its anxious moments.


Oh, what a world is this we call our own!

Each breeze that stirs the leaves brings joy anew,

And every fragrant flower-cup that 's seen
Seems laughing, as if sorrow ne'er was known;

And every blade of grass is hung with dew-
Oh, what bright places are the meadows green!

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(Gold Badge) It was while camping one summer that I went through one of the most unusual and exciting experiences of my life. There were five of us: Bob Graham, Laurence Porter, Philip Gordon, Dick Hunter, and myself. Near our camp there was an old “haunted house," which was the cause of the experience I am about to relate.

One day Philip suggested that we visit this house, and, as every one was willing, we set out that evening, planning to spend the night there. Arriving, we stationed ourselves in a room on the first floor, and commenced our vigil. Somehow, hard as I tried, I could not keep awake, and soon fell a victim to the sandman.

I awoke to find Bob gripping my shoulder. He was beside me, his hair nearly on end, and beyond him, no less frightened, crouched Philip and Dick.

Laurence, they whispered to me, had felt so nervous that he had gone back. They also said that they had heard groans

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(Silver Badge) The work is done, and now for a tramp in the woods ! For a beginning, I start through the alder swamp.

There is not a bird in sight, but I stand still and whistle two high, clear notes, “Phee-bee." Soon I am answered by a few tiny whistles, or a plainer "tsic a dee dee.” Then the bird appears, curious to see who is calling him, but determined to keep on eating, for all that. "Phee-bee," I whistle again, and more chickadees appear, one of them “Phee-bees," and in a few minutes a whole flock is around me, whistling earnestly and sweetly, till they or I get tired of it.

Leaving the chickadees, I go through the swamp and up the hill.

Thump! thump! A rabbit jumps from under a hemlock, stands staring at me for a moment with his bright, frightened eyes, and lopes out of sight.

Farther on, I reach a great, irregular pile of boulders that form an ideal den for a family of porcupines, whose well-beaten path leads on up to their feeding-ground, a hemlock grove.

If I sit still here for a while, a little house-wren comes hopping around with his tail in the air, looking me over critically; a red squirrel, another tenant in the porcupines' mansion, yelps and chirrs impudently; a blue-jay catches sight of me, and with his comical, impish face peering through the branches, works up within a few feet of me. Then, away he rushes, as if to make up for lost time.

Next, perhaps, a new bird-call must be followed till

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its author is learned; and wherever I go, something new is seen or heard.

And this, wandering through the woods with eyes and ears open, is, in summer or winter, my favorite recreation. Why? Because I love Nature and am interested in all her ways. Could I bave a better reason?


(Honor Member)
In meadows green the Queen Anne's lace
Uplifts its head with royal grace ;

Above, with wings of blue and gold,

A swarm of butterflies, gay and bold, In eddying circles wheel and race.


Come, seek with me a little place
Where Nature's hand we still may trace,
Where Beauty still has kept her hold,

In meadows green!

Forgetting there Life's maddening pace,
Far from all evil things and base,

Far from the world, so great and cold,

We shall, at last, find bliss untold, Thus, hand in hand, and face to face,

In meadows green!




It all happened a few days before Christmas, at one of (A Sonnel)

the big stores of Walla Walla. I went there to see

Santa Claus. They were also to give away Lincoln penBY ALBERT REYNOLDS ECKEL (AGE 16)

nies at a certain time. I ran up onto the balcony where (Gold Badge)

the pennies were to be given out. In meadows green, knotweed and mullen grow,

A big crowd was already there. Suddenly, with a And dandelion, flower of brightest gold.

crash, the balcony broke down. I landed in a big pile Ten thousand humming, buzzing insects hold of tin pans, and everything was falling all around me. Gay carnival, while to each bloom they go.

Luckily I was not hurt a bit, though some of the chilAs balmy summer breezes softly blow,

dren were.

I got up and ran out the back way, as they Shy meadow-larks and noisy blackbirds, bold, had locked the front doors, and was soon safe with my

Trill ceaselessly their joyous songs, world old, mother, none the worse for my unusual experience. Yet ever new; and lazy cattle low.

On meadow grass, thro' warm sunshiny days
In sultry summer, do I love to lie,

And dream, or read, or merely rest and gaze

(Honor Member) Into the fair blue sky, where clouds sail by;

ONE beautiful day, last A peaceful, calm, yet ever-shifting scene.

October, when we were So would I spend my days—in meadows green.

living in California, I

went to spend the day at AN UNUSUAL ADVENTURE

Cawston Ostrich Farm.

This is a lovely spot BY JULIA RICHMOND MELCHER (AGE 12)

where tropical flowers (Silver Badge)


grow, Our train was going at fifty-five miles an hour on a

if ostriches appreciate high but very good stretch of track. We were eating

nature's beauties, they dinner in my father's private car with two visitors. The

may feast their eyes on dining-room was at one end of the car, and was furnished with eight heavy chairs and one table, besides

I became acquainted china, glass, and silverware. At one end there was a

with the guide during sideboard and a writing-desk.

my many visits to this All of a sudden there was a great crash and rumble,

ostrich-haven, and when and the car slid down the bank and turned over on its

I arrived, he gave me side. The next thing I knew, I was pulled up by one of

a hearty welcome and the guests, and saw my father take a chair and smash


to feed the door. This was the only way we could get out.

“ Colonel and "Mrs. We were all extremely surprised, and thankful to find

Roosevelt." The Colone! no one was killed.


a veritable gour. After getting my mother out, we went up the track

mand, and it was fun to to a farm-house, where we had our few cuts bandaged. watch whole oranges sticking in his long neck and working

The last three cars had also gone off the track, and slowly down to where they dropped into his stomach. had turned over into the ditch, but no one was seriously As a great favor, the good guide also allowed me to hurt.

ride a gentlemanly ostrich named "Uncle Sam.” At Our belongings were soon gathered from the wreck, first I had trouble sitting on his sloping back, but, by and we were again on our way in a few hours.

grasping his wings, I found I could ride him easily.



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