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After a while, the guide went to a storehouse for great surprise, a baby mountain-lion came bounding out more oranges, and while he was gone, I forgot my of a near-by thicket. As it was perfectly tame, we had promise never near "St. Paul," a crusty old no trouble in catching it, and it did not mind our bachelor.

caresses in the least. We were just trying to decide I was standing near this crabbed fellow's corral, when what we should do with it, when we heard a dreadful suddenly my hat was jerked from my head. A moment roar close at hand, and, on turning around, we beheld later I saw St. Paul picking out the rhinestones from a large lioness approaching us in big leaps. We dropped its buckle. As you know, ostriches like to eat bright the cub as if it had been a lighted bomb, and it did not stones.

take us long to climb up a near-by tree. When the guide returned, I begged him to rescue my The lioness made several futile leaps at us, but we hat. This he did with some trouble, as St. Paul always had climbed beyond her reach. Then she commenced to tried to kick any one entering his corral, and an ostrich walk around the tree, uttering fierce growls, and every kick is worse than a mule kick.

now and then tearing the bark off the tree with her When my hat was returned to me, I felt sad to see sharp claws. Finally, there was a roar, which was reits one-time shining buckle sans brilliants, but the guide peated three times, far up the mountain-side. At first said I should be thankful I had not lost my eyes.

the lioness paid no attention to the call of her mate ; but she answered the third call, and at the fourth, to our great relief, she bounded off with her little cub scampering at her heels.

When we were assured of her departure, we climbed down, and, picking up the basket, we set off for home, for we did not want to stay in such a dangerous vicinity any longer.

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TO-DAY AND-TO-MORROW
BY CHARLES B. MOORE (AGE 15)

(Silver Badge)
THANKSGIVING has arrived at last.
There 's been prepared a grand repast.
"T is just this one day in the year
That Mother does not interfere.
So oysters, turtle soup, and fish,
Along with all that we could wish,
Of turkey, salad, and ice-cream,
We eat in quantities extreme,
And on the top of this we take
Plum-pudding with rich chocolate cake.
So we are most extremely gay,
And this is our Thanksgiving Day.

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IN MEADOWS GREEN
BY KATHERINE BAKER (AGE 12)

(Silver Badge)
In meadows green the lark lilts high,
Soft summer clouds are floating by,
And shy wild flowers lurk unseen

In meadows green.
Bright dragon-flies are overhead;
Dame Nature's lavish hand hath spread
The beauties of the summer queen

In meadows green.
The hairy spiders' work is done,
And shining in the summer sun
Are soft gray webs of silver sheen

In meadows green.
For they, when strung with dewdrops bright,
That sparkle with a diamond's light,
Are fit to robe the fairy queen

In meadows green.

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AN UNUSUAL EXPERIENCE
BY GRANVILLE B. SMITH (AGE 16)

(Silver Badge)
WHILE I was on a ranch in California a few years ago,
I had several exciting experiences; but the most un-
usual one was with a mountain-lion. These marauding
animals have often been known to steal poultry and
sometimes cattle, but very seldom to attack a man, ex-
cept when protecting their young.

My brother, sister, and I started out for a picnic lunch in a grove of large oaks near our ranch. We were about to unpack the basket of good things, when, to our

To-morrow dawns, and we awake,
And, oh! how our poor heads do ache!
It seems as though some unseen hand
Is pressing on a white-hot brand;
But this is not the only place
Where yesterday has left its trace,
For from our feet up to our head,
We feel as if we 'd soon be dead;
And since we are so awfully sick,
Our mother calls the doctor quick.
So then it 's his turn to be gay,
And this is his Thanksgiving Day.

TO-DAY

MY FAVORITE RECREATION—AND WHY

TO-DAY AND-TO-MORROW
BY FREDERICK REHM SCHMIDT (AGE 14)

BY WINIFRED M. DODGE (AGE 13)
(Silver Badge)

(Silver Badge) The little ball of hard rubber is a few feet from the goal, a cup neatly nestling in the almost perfectly level

A LITTLE child is playing on the lawn; turf which extends for many paces around it. The

The sky above her is a deep, rich blue, player carefully scans the distance from the ball to the

With just a tint of rose far in the east, hole. See! the little sphere is deftly hit by the player

While on the grass there lingers sparkling dew.
with his putter. But look! the ball strikes a small twig
in its course and misses the cup by a few scant inches. The child is smiling, gazing overhead,

Laughing with pleasure at the lovely sight;
The pretty flowers, nodding their fair heads;

The sun just rising, a huge ball of light,

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Which makes the dewdrops change to flashing gems;

They seem like playthings to the child so fair;
She plucks a blade of grass and shakes them off ;

Once more her merry laughter fills the air.

TO-MORROW

A WOMAN, old and gray, with sorrow bent,

Yet with a face serenely pure and calm,
Sits by the window, dreaming, pensive-eyed,

Of a dear long ago that seems to charm.

The sun is setting, casting a last glow

On her sweet face, which once was very fair;
It lingers lovingly, as if to kiss

And lay a blessing on her silv'ry hair.
Which is the fairer ? Long ago, or now?

For she was the sweet child, the laughing girl.
The first is like to crystal, clear and pure;

The other of rich gold, inwrought with pearl.

AN UNUSUAL EXPERIENCE
BY CAROLYN MONEYPENNY (AGE 12)

(Silver Badge)
We were all asleep in the house, on a warm summer
night, dreaming perhaps very peaceably, when suddenly

"A HEADING FOR AUGUST." BY LOUISE GRAHAM, AGE 13. Now the true spirit of the man who has missed the shot is clearly revealed. If he has the slightest trace of self-control and good-breeding, the player undoubtedly remains silent and does not expostulate. But if, on the other hand, he has neither, his opponent very soon sees an exhibition of his temper. In countless other instances the character of the individual may be easily ascertained.

All things considered, I personally think that golf is the greatest outdoor game. Primarily it insures a healthy mind and body, but develops as well one's reasoning power, good manners, and sometimes, if the

SOMETHING FUNNY.' player has been correctly instructed as a beginner, even

(SILVER BADGE.) develops character. Again, another strong point in its favor is its universal appeal, for golf can be played from I was awakened by our door-bell ringing. I jumped out early youth to old age. Name any other outdoor game of bed quickly, went down-stairs like an that has all these advantages, including the one last heroine, and opened the front door. No one greeted me named! Therefore, considering the pleasure and phys- except the stars, which blink down at me. The bell ical benefits derived from the game, golf is my favorite seemed to have no intention of stopping, and rang on as recreation and pastime—a subtle and fascinating sport. though somebody's finger was laying on it.

VOL. XXXIX. - 120.

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BY VIDA GRIMBLE, AGE 15.

amateur

I ran up-stairs again, and Father came down, half dressed and very tired, as it was just one o'clock. He went to the back door, but saw no one. It was certainly a mystery, but soon the policeman, seeing our lights lit at that unearthly hour, came and inquired what was wrong.

Father told him, and they went on another hunt; down the cellar, out in the barn, all over the yard, and finally came back to the house, unable to give any reason for the ringing, as they had found no trace of any man.

We were all being deafened up-stairs, and were wishing it would stop ringing ; but it kept right on, not paus

But as for my companions here, they laugh me quite

to scorn; "You never will a hero be when dawn to-morrow's

morn!” But yet, although they say I will not be a great, good

man, I never say, “I cannot,” but I try to think I can.

I can if I do what is right, and always leave the wrong ; I can if I try hard enough, and my desire is strong : And all through life's long struggle, I shall try to be a

man, And never say, "I cannot,” when I think, perhaps, I

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Except in times of evil, when to good we are not true, In times when we are so perplexed we don't know what

to do; Then, when I 'm asked to do some wrong, I 'll answer

like a man, And always say, “I cannot," even though I think I can. So I shall base to-morrow on the ground I base to-day, And always I 'll be careful in whate'er I do or say. And when I 'm asked to do some good, I 'll answer,

like a man, I'll never say, “I cannot,” when there is one chance

I can.

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“AT THE GATE."

BY MARGARET FOSTER, AGE 17. (HONOR MEMBER.)

ing to rest. In about half an hour the policeman chuckled and called Father into the kitchen. He pointed to the battery, and showed him where one part had been bent, and so caused the bell to ring. They fixed the bent part, and the ringing ceased. Joy to us up-stairs !

To think that they hunted all over the house and yard for a tramp or intruder, and never thought that the battery could be the cause of it; but, men are men !

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TO-DAY AND TO-MORROW
BY GWYNNE A. ABBOTT (AGE 12)

(Silver Badge)
TO-DAY I'm just a little boy. I always go to school;
I try to do my very best, and never break the rule.
But what I am most proud of is, that, acting like a man,
I never say, “I cannot," but I try to think I can.

To-morrow will be dawning soon. To manhood I 'll

be grown; I want to be a hero with a name that will be known Through all the world. I wish to be brave and great,

good man, To never say, "I cannot,” but to think, perhaps, I can.

THE ROLL OF HONOR
PROSE
Frances D.

Fredrika W. Hertel
Pennypacker

Wilma Varelman Arthur Nethercot Kathryn K. Dowdney Mary E. Levey Vida Bloede

Cornelia S. Jackson Mary M. Seymour William W. Ladd Edith Stein

Helen Creighton Willie E. Money

Dorothy Hallett Margaret Cundill Catharine Pittman Frances M. Ross Janet G. Banks Thelma G. Williams Edgar Gibbs

Ethel N. Pendleton Vivian E. Hall Herman M. Hoffman Knowles Blair Harold Harris

Adelaide Hibbard Elizabeth Turner Julien H. Bryan Hester R. Hoffman Carmen McKercher Elizabeth Phillips Muriel W. Avery Katharine Thomas Ethel Mary Feuerlicht James K. Angell Hilda F. Gaunt Pauline Cozard Charles G. Edwards Edith L. Crounse

L. Adrienne Evans Marion E. Stark

PHOTOGRAPHS
Helen Westfall

Ruth K. Gaylord Doris R. Ulmann Sarah Davison Marjorie Skiff

Jessie Wolf

Rosemary Clarke Norman Howell Edna L. Clay Stanley B. Reid Charlotte White

Douglas C. Phelps Verne Blankner Hobart Goewey
Ruth Genzberger
Marion F. Hayden Esther C. Lanman Robert U. Whitney Ruth A. Ehrich

S. Chernoff
Ellen C. Gary
Bernard J. Snyder Josephine Sturgis Katharine Jaeger Edith Sloan

Louisa G. Wells J. Butler Wright, Jr. Ellen L. Hoffman Dorothy V. Tyson

Brayton Blake
Nellie Adams

Harold Hawes
Phoebe S. Lambe Elizabeth Maclennan Rosamond Sherwood Beatrice S. Hecht Hilda V. Libby

Elizabeth Wemple Mildred H. Luthardt Marguerite S. Pearson Robert Burgess

Margaret P. Hall Fred. Klein

Catharine M. Weaver Dorothy H. De Witt Hazel M. Chapman

Gwendolen Hampson Myrtle Doppmann Ruth V. Hyde

Faith Morse
Jennie Mustapher Leonard Oliver Russell Jones

PRIZE COMPETITION NO. 154
Katharine Keyes
Ruth Stromme

Helen G. Farrell
Elizabeth Roberts Helen Clark

Eleanor O. Doremus THE ST. NICHOLAS League awards gold and silver badges Naomi Lauchheimer Alice Emge

Margaret Kohn
Anna Okeson
Winifred Wood Earle W. Paylor

each month for the best original poems, stories, drawings, Anna L. Porter Lucile Mayne

Dorothy Fischer photographs, puzzles, and puzzle answers. Also, occasion. Margaret E. Graham Mary Thayer

Helen M. Kingman ally, cash prizes of five dollars each to gold-badge winKatharine Biggs Frances C. Duggar Alice Parker Marion Norman Mary V. Farrer

Hazel Whalen

ners who shall, from time to time, again win first place. Charlotte L. Bixby Fannie H. MacFadden G. A. Lintner

Competition No. 154 will close August 10 (for forPatrina M. Colis Vera B. Hall

Lois W. Kellogg eign members August 15). Prize announcements will be Rebecca H. Wilder Marian Shaler

Virginia Nirdlinger Marjorie Trotter Osie B. Loveless Robert Banks

made and the selected contributions published in St. Henry Van Fleet Effe C. Ross

Emeline A. W. Kellogg

NICHOLAS for December.
Elsie Stevens
John Cregan
Alice W. Hall

Verse. To contain not more than twenty-four lines.
Ruth M. Morriss Sophie E. Woods Katharine E. Beatty
Marion C. White Elizabeth Waddell Katherine L. Guy

Subject, “The Best Month of All.” Arthur N. Moore

Martha Robinson

Prose. Essay or story of not more than three hundred Ethel London

DRAWINGS

Lavinia K. Sherman words. Title to contain the word Christmas." Nancy A. Fleming

Caroline Aber Margaret C. Bland Dorothy Hughes Marion Pomeroy

Photograph. Any size, mounted or unmounted; no blue Olga van S. Owens

Dorothy Calkins Dorothy P. Richardson prints or negatives. Subject, “On the Road,” or, “A
Elsie Terhune
Frank Leach

Perry B. Jenkins Good Listener."
Beatrice Wormser Rosella M. Hartmann Marion Roos
Mary Van Fossen Jessie E. Alison Elizabeth C. Carter

Drawing. India ink, very black writing-ink, or wash. Anna Rimington Geo. P. Lindberg Charles Bartow

Subject, My Favorite Subject; or, What I Like Best to Louise Stockbridge Reina Keefer

Ruth Haey

Draw," or a Heading for December.
Mildred Bishop
Jos. Leventhal

Caroline F. Ware
Caroline Jeffress Marion C. Dinsmore M. Josephine Boyd

Puzzle. Any sort, but must be accompanied by the anHelen B. Bennett Ruth S. Strong

Herbert Weidenthal swer in full, and must be indorsed. Elizabeth Engster Walter K. Frame F. A. Stenbuck

Puzzle Answers. Best, neatest, and most complete set Estelle M. Perham Corydon Wheat Elizabeth Cains Marie Kilborne Rolf Ueland Elizabeth Hayes

of answers to puzzles in this issue of St. Nicholas. John M. Kleberg E. Theodore Nelson Stuart W. Kellogg Must be indorsed and must be addressed as explained on Dorothy M. Rogers Katharine Reynolds Rachel Talbot

the first page of the “Riddle-box.” Ruth E. McClive Frances Thomas Esther L. Faulhaber Virginia Sledge

Wild Creature Photography. To encourage the purMargaret R. Bennett Dorothy von Olker Eleanor S. Cooper Doris Grimble

Dorothy Peabody suing of game with a camera instead of with a gun. The Ginerva King

Dorothy L. Todd Eleanor E. Barry prizes in the “Wild Creature Photography competition Wm. B. Douglass, Jr. Victor Child

Margaret Pratt

shall be in four classes, as follows : Prize, Class A, a Jean E. Freeman Dorothy Seligman Kenneth Smith Eleanor H. Fish Elizabeth E. Sherman Margaret Kew

gold badge and three dollars. Prize, Class B, a gold
Katharine B. Nesmith Madeleine Utard Josephine G. Taylor badge and one dollar. Prize, Class C, a gold badge.
Bessie Sodersten Horatio Rogers W. Robert Reud
Helen Sheehan

Prize, Class D, a silver badge.
Anne Ashley

But prize-winners in this
Frank Paulus
Janet T. Tremaine Goldie Zucker

Eric Henry Marks competition (as in all the other competitions) will not Juliet H. Rogers Harry Zitler

Gladys E. Livermore receive a second gold or silver badge. Photographs must Marian L. Ansbacher Terrence Gallagher Esther R. Harrington Flora VacLaine

not be of “protected” game, as in zoological gardens or Earl A. Garard

Marjorie Robarts
Cora Kane
Henry J. Neal

Marion H. Barbour game reservations. Contributors must state in a few words
Mary McRae
Miriam Lathe
Grace Freese

where and under what circumstances the photograph was Fred Malkmus Marion Henshaw

taken. VERSE

Eleanor W. Atkinson Elizabeth W. Reynolds
Clarisse S. De Bost Junior Scruton

Special Notice. No unused contribution can be reSusan B. Sturgis Helen A. Baker Mildred Dudley turned by us unless it is accompanied by a self-addressed Edith Sturgis

Welthea B. Thoday J. A. Mathews
Lucile H. Quarry
Constance Andrus Stewart Kurtz

and stamped envelop of the proper size to hold the manuDoris R. Wilder Paul Detlefsen

Robert Clark

script, drawing, or photograph.
Bertha E. Walker Henrietta H. Henning Mary De Witt
Eleanor M. Sickels Margaret E. Hanecom Betty Humphreys
Nellie Adams
Vincent B. Logue, Jr. Margaret Dart

RULES
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Helen A. Monsell
John B. Hyatt, Jr. Ruth Marshall

Any reader of ST. NICHOLAS, whether a subscriber or not,
F. Cleary Hanighen Aroline A. Beecher Edna Hauselt
Elise M. Mirkil
Homer Wallace Alberta Apple

is entitled to League membership, and a League badge and Madelaine Schreiber Agnes Smith Helen Jackson

leaflet, which will be sent free. No League member who Claire H. Roesch Raphael Blumenthal James Moody

has reached the age of eighteen years may compete. Forest Hopping Leo Peter Gusto Katharine Eldred Frank H. Stuerm Margaret L. Duggar Leigh Stoek

Every contribution, of whatever kind, musi bear the Helen R. Tolles Henry Greenberg Elsie Nichols

name, age, and address of the sender, and be indorsed as Constance Bowles Ethel Warren Kidder Dorothy G. Schwarz Lillie G. Menary

"original” by parent, teacher, or guardian, who must be Caleb D. Elliott

William B. Bacon Eleanor Johnson Cornelia Bird

John L. Loomis

convinced beyond doubt that the contribution is not copied, Emily Goetzmann Kedma Dupont Marie Rupp

but wholly the work and idea of the sender. If prose, the Eugenia B. Sheppard Marie Smola

Warren Dodge

number of words should also be added. These notes must Charlotte MacDougall Jane Abbott

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if manuscript, on the upper margin; if a picture, on the Lois Hopkins Gertrude Praster

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Address:

The St. Nicholas League,
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THE SEA

still to feel the monstrous heave of mighty waves.

As for the lads, not one of them but longed for a August is here again, and the call of the sea sailor's life, and thought a ship's deck the finest comes home to most of us. It is hard to tell thing in the world. whether being in or on or beside it is the more Ever since those old times, sea-faring men have attractive. The best way is to manage to do all told stories, or had stories told about them. And three of these delectable things, and to do them some of these sea tales are the best there are, over and over again, right through the month. with a swing and a go to them that set the pulses What health and vigor, what freshness and flying. Even to-day there is a world of romance strength, the ocean has, and how generously it and wonder left to the sea, and the life lived on bestows them on its lovers. A summer without it is very different from life on land, however adthe sea is only half a summer, or so all of us who venturous that may be. Good books there are have ever come to know it believe; the very smell that tell the stories for us now, since few of us of a tarry rope or a bit of seaweed will set our know a sailor who will spin a yarn at our rehearts to thumping if we are far inshore, and all quest, more 's the pity! And I thought I would the witchery of lake and river and mountain can choose this hot month to speak of a few of these never entirely satisfy the children of the sea. books. And as the murmur of the waves haunts

Since the beginning of time, too, the sea has the curved interior of a shell, so some of the been associated with romance and adventure. It coolness and sweetness of the great ocean may has been a mystery, a danger, a lure. Mighty haunt my pages, put there by yourselves, howbattles have been fought upon it, and all the most ever, as you read or listen, thinking of the long daring voyages have been across it or around it. fall of the waves on the beach, and the white Pirates have plied their terrible but picturesque fury of the foam in a storm. trade all over its vast surface and among its lonely islands. Wrecks have gone down in it, and it

THE OCEAN'S STORY has rocked open boats under the stars and sun for agonizing weeks, mocking the dying crew A SPLENDID book to begin with is Ernest Ingerwith the glitter of its deadly water, fencing them soll's “Book of the Ocean,” for it tells the story from succor with the unbroken line of its horizon. of the sea itself; of its caverns and measureless

In ancient days, men fared forth upon the sea deeps, its currents and tides; of the plants and in cockle-shell boats propelled by oars and sails, strange creatures who live in it-fish and anigetting along somehow, discovering new shores, mals, and the storms that fall upon it. Not only and meeting countless perils. Once home again, does this book tell of the sea's own life, but also of they told great tales of their adventures, and the many kinds of boats and ships men have used were looked upon with admiration as a brave and to go forth on it, from the early galleys and hardy lot, whom nothing ashore could terrify; pinnaces and galleons through all the history of for they had faced the immeasurably more fear- the “hearts of oak," to the steamers and turbines ful perils of the high seas, which only the strong of our age of steel and iron. It is a most absorbest and most courageous could survive. Men ing story, told by a man who loves his subject, gathered about to hear what they had to tell, and and therefore well told. Few of us really know women gazed admiringly upon them as they anything definite of the sea and its history, and I rolled along the street with a step that seemed think all of you will be surprised to see how much

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