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THE verses printed in the following pages, under the title "In Meadows Green," are as fresh and as full of the spirit of summer as if written yesterday, and give no hint that they were composed in mid-April-four long months ago when, in our Northern latitudes at least, the meadows showed only the first faint promise of their present glory. Our thanks are due to the young photographers, also, for a set of very beautiful summer pictures, as shown by the League heading this month and the photographs on page 951. And the story-writers and artists have sent us a list of contributions quite up to their usual high standard. As for scores and scores of other League competitors, we

send this special message to each and every one: if your name is missing from this month's Roll of Honor, we assure you that the name was there, nevertheless, along with some three hundred others. For all these, after being put into type, were crowded out at the last moment. Unfortunately, the spaces of the printed page will not budge an inch and so it is often a question of "either-or." If this goes in, that must come out! But there is always the consolation for our young contributors that there will be other chances, other competitions, and other months in which to "try, try again," and sooner or later to win every prize the League can offer!

PRIZE-WINNERS, COMPETITION NO. 150
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. Crosby (age 14), Buffalo, N. Y.; Arnold Guyot Cameron, Jr. (age 9), Princeton, N. J.

IN MEADOWS GREEN

(A Sonnet)

BY BERNICE LESBIA KENYON (AGE 14)
(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!

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 dewOh, what bright places are the meadows green!

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.

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AN UNUSUAL EXPERIENCE

BY MERRILL T. B. SPALDING (AGE 14)
(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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"AT THE GATE." BY MARGARET CONTY, AGE 16. (SILVER BADGE.)

MY FAVORITE RECREATION-AND WHY
BY CLARENCE HATCH (AGE 15)
(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

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"A HEADING FOR AUGUST." BY HARRY TILL, AGE 16. (GOLD BADGE.)

IN MEADOWS GREEN
(A Sonnet)

BY ALBERT REYNOLDS ECKEL (AGE 16)
(Gold Badge)

IN meadows green, knotweed and mullen grow,
And dandelion, flower of brightest gold.
Ten thousand humming, buzzing insects hold
Gay carnival, while to each bloom they go.
As balmy summer breezes softly blow,

Shy meadow-larks and noisy blackbirds, bold, Trill ceaselessly their joyous songs, world old, 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
Into the fair blue sky, where clouds sail by;
A peaceful, calm, yet ever-shifting scene.
So would I spend my days-in meadows green.

AN UNUSUAL ADVENTURE

BY JULIA RICHMOND MELCHER (AGE 12)
(Silver Badge)

OUR train was going at fifty-five miles an hour on a high but very good stretch of track. We were eating dinner in my father's private car with two visitors. The dining-room was at one end of the car, and was furnished with eight heavy chairs and one table, besides china, glass, and silverware. At one end there was a sideboard and a writing-desk.

All of a sudden there was a great crash and rumble, and the car slid down the bank and turned over on its side. The next thing I knew, I was pulled up by one of the guests, and saw my father take a chair and smash the door. This was the only way we could get out.

We were all extremely surprised, and thankful to find no one was killed.

After getting my mother out, we went up the track to a farm-house, where we had our few cuts bandaged. The last three cars had also gone off the track, and had turned over into the ditch, but no one was seriously hurt.

Our belongings were soon gathered from the wreck, and we were again on our way in a few hours.

IN MEADOWS GREEN

BY BRUCE T. SIMONDS (AGE 16) (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.

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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!

AN UNUSUAL EXPERIENCE
BY KENNETH HERSHEY (AGE 9)

It all happened a few days before Christmas, at one of the big stores of Walla Walla. I went there to see Santa Claus. They were also to give away Lincoln pennies at a certain time. I ran up onto the balcony where the pennies were to be given out.

A big crowd was already there. Suddenly, with a crash, the balcony broke down. I landed in a big pile of tin pans, and everything was falling all around me. Luckily I was not hurt a bit, though some of the children were. I got up and ran out the back way, as they had locked the front doors, and was soon safe with my mother, none the worse for my unusual experience.

AN UNUSUAL EXPERIENCE

BY WINIFRED SACKVILLE STONER, JR. (AGE 9) (Honor Member)

ONE beautiful day, last October, when we were living in California, I went to spend the day at Cawston Ostrich Farm. This is a lovely spot where tropical flowers and trees grow, So if ostriches appreciate nature's beauties, they may feast their eyes on every side.

I became acquainted with the guide during my many visits to this ostrich-haven, and when I arrived, he gave me a hearty welcome and allowed me to feed "Colonel" and "Mrs. Roosevelt." The Colone! was a veritable gourmand, and it was fun to

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watch whole oranges sticking in his long neck and working slowly down to where they dropped into his stomach.

As a great favor, the good guide also allowed me to ride a gentlemanly ostrich named "Uncle Sam." At first I had trouble sitting on his sloping back, but, by grasping his wings, I found I could ride him easily.

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