The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, May 2, 1897, Page 24

FRANCISCO CALL, SUNDAY, MAY 2, 1897 Ehilshood’s Realm, Childhood, happy childhood! | | he wealth of | I'd give to be 1 Ask a little laddie What he would like to be. * A date big man, wid hoots, Dat's what 1’d like, you sce.” This welcome month with all its sweet- ness, its song of bird, and fragrance and benuty of bird and blossom, is held very sacred in the Roman Catholic church, to the memory of that mother, named Mary, | whoe watched beside the tomb of her son | Jesus with such an aching heart, and it is tuppo-ed by many to have been named in ber honor.- Some writers sucgest the pos- mbility of the name “May” as having been given to this month in honor of a certain two of the Roman paters or fath- ers, while others say it is from the word “Maia,” the name of the mother of the god Mercury as the ancient Romans were in the habit of offerine sacrifices to her on the first day of th Send 50 cénis, with 2 cents for postage, and get your badge right away. You bave earned your membership in C. R. C.; now wear its badge. Be sure and send your address. A list of those who have received their badges will soon be | published. | The Stone for Mhay. | The emeraid is of a brilliant green and isinferior in value on!y to the ruby and the diamond. It 1s classed with the berry and is transparent or translucent. The emerald was highly prized by the | anci nts and was supposed by them to | Dossess certain virtues, such as being good | for the eyes and to drive away evil spirits, The finest specimens are found in South America, Siberia and India. The emer- ald leoks best when set with diamonds. My May. It was a beautiful morning on tbe first of May. Just the nicest day that ever was | for a picnic. So the little children in the | village of Mountain Glen thought. Tne‘ day before had been very showery and dark clouds filled the sky when it was not | raining 8o it had been thought best to | make no plans for Muyday. 3ut now the sun was shining so bright and the sky was very clear and biue, with | just a few tiny specks of white here and | there. | Some balf dozen boys and girls were | gathered on Squire Young’s lawn, talking | 10 the village favorite, Lily Young. | “Ob, it does seem too bad to stay at| Liome to-day,” she cried. ““Yes; if we only might have a picnic or i berrying party,” answered Jack Lyon. | “It's 50 dull when one has rothing.to do.” | Well,” said Charlie Graham, “it's early yet—just 20 minutes past 9,” looking at his watch. “Let's run home, persuade our dear mammas to give us some luncheon, get | our pretty May baskets that we used in | the carnival last year and go to the woods | in seareh of vines and flowers. I am dfraid 'tis too early for berries,” sug- | gested Ruth Grabam. *We could all meet here at 10 0’clock and go together.” | *Jolly!” “Just the thing!” cried the | childrén, as they scattered to their | homes. | At thie appointed time the merry little | party started from Bquire Young's, chat- ting, laughing and carrying their dainty | -forest thiey separated into groups of two or three. - “Be sure to come to the ‘big tree” at hall-past 12" called Charlie, as When they reached the edge of lhe) | | | shade, | Charlie; | being withered and useless, and she could | bad swept down upon the little home, and | faintly echoed from two others. | # pair of exquisite vases. | bave a magnificent bouquet.’ “On, won't that be fine, to eat under | that dear old tree again after all the storms of winter!” Lily exclaimed. The hour quickly pasced, and it was| a bungry crowd that gathered beneath | the gnarled branches of the monster oak when luncheon-time came. Jack 1 ad been fortunate enough to find | a bandful of wild strawberries, of which he was very proud, because tne rest had laughed at bim when he suggested a | berrying party. He was not seifish at| all, though, for be divided his find among bis friends. The flowers were first sprinkled with | | water from the brook near by and then the *good things” from lunch-baskets | appeared for a little while and then dis- apoeared forever. “Somehow,” remarked Dick Gray, | taste better outdoors.’” | “Yes, L think so too,” assented Ida After lunch they rested under the ana riddles, conundrums and | jokes were passed around. Then more | dowers wer- gatherel, and lol it was| time to start for home. | I think we have had a lovely time,” | saia one. ““Yes, indeed, considering we made no| preparations whatever,’’ answered Jack. “Sometimes 1 think we should aiways | enjoy things more if they came like this, | as kind of a litile surprise,” remarxed quiet Nellie Gray. “I Lelieve you're right, Nellie,” said but now what are we going to do with our flowers, girls and boys and fellow-citizens?” Just t-en they were passing the cottage where poor old Mrs. Melton lived. The old lady was sitting by the window and ber fice lighted up with a sad smile at the sight of the happy youths. Mrs. Melton was a cripple, her lower limbs only leave the house when carried in the strong arms of some friend. Mary of our gay young folks had often heard their parents tell of how she was once a beautiful girl, the light and pride of the village; of how she had married, and then one night the dread fire demon how in a short time he had torn from her loving arms husband and chila and left | her a poor, helpless cripple. A!l this and more they knew, and now, when they saw the <weet smile on the patient face, Charlie’s question was answered. “We'll give them to her,” sof:ly whispered Nellie. Their gentle rap on the door was answered by a soft “‘come in.” “We've brought you some May Howers, Mrs. Melton, and hope you'llenjoy them.’ Soon her table was covered and her lap filled with the fragrant blossoms. Asthe children left t:ie humble home with the words “God bless you, dears,’” ringing in their ears. they made up their minds to see that Widow Mel:oa had flowers beside her every day during the springtime. So ended Mayday in Mountain Glen. EtnEL FERGU! (C. 8. C.), 13 years old. Marxrs’ T Bivthsay. BY E A A tap at the door. “All rignt!” is the answer from one snow-white bed, the same words being They were uttered in rather drowsy tones, but the three sisters quickly re- member how imperative it is to ri-e early aud make their purchases for “mamma’s birthday.” “Suppose we go first to the fiorist's,” suggested Sibyl Heathcote, the eldest, as they set forth, “for the fancy stores may not be open at this early hour, and Josis will be so long in making her selection. “You are under a mistake this time, said Josevhine, *‘for I was smarter than either of you, and slipped out last evening to select my gift, and finslly decided upon So now I have only to call and pay for them.” The dwelling-house of the Heathcotes was situated in the suburbs of the town, and the three girls soon reached the florist's. How sweet was the early spring morning, and how Jovely the rich hnes of those tropical blossoms, peeping through their glass prison. “I think,” said Bibyl, “that, instead of the plants and S8wiss ower-stand, I shall “Oh, Sibyl,” exclaimed May, the young- est sister, “‘don’t you remember that I was to buy the bouquet?” “‘Well, you can take the flower-stand and plants.” “But, sister,”” exrostulaied May, *'I have only one dotlar; that will not purchase the stand, and you are ever so much richer than I am.” | baby’s awful sick. €000 000 00c0esp “Perhaps I may change my mind, and I also want to buy something for myself.” “Then will you lend me asmall sum, Josie? ’ “Upon my word, May, that's the very request I was about to make of you, for when looking at those vases 1 priced some | pretty ornaments for my dressing-table, | and mnst have them!” May had often sympathizea with Cinde- relia when called upon to relinquish her own wishes and projects to her more sell- ish sisters. Here was another surrender. Oh, when would the fairy godmother and the glass slippers be her reward? “You know,” continued Josephine, “that grandpapa will be here to-day, and as you are his favorite, just ask him for five dollars; then have that Swiss flower- stand sent home and pay fcr it in the evening.” *No,” replied May, “mamma would pre- fer going without my present, rather than Ishould get into debt. But Ithink it most unkind of Sibyl. She knew I had fixed upon a bouquet, and that the dollar note——Ohb, gooduness, I have dropped it!” “Search in your pocket, May.” “No, no! It wasin my hand.” “Miss, miss!” called out a childlike voice. And two little boys were running along as fast as their poor, worn-down shoes could carry them. ; “We saw you drop your money, miss,” said the elder, “and called out, but you did not hear us. Here it “You are two good, honest little fel- lows!” cried warm-hearted May, “and I don’t believe you nave a cent in the world nor even had a bit of breakfast.” “Indeed, and you're right, miss. Bat we're going & strawberry-picking on a farmer’s patch, and he'll pay us to-night.” “And have you a mother? And where do vou live?” “Just over there in that little cabin. Mother would have come, too, but the It's only last week What next did May do? Why, she ran down to a brook that all day long plashed over its rocky bed, singing as it went To the tall grass and wiid flowers That blossomed at itg sile. And there, amid those many lakelets, was the water lily’s home. One “'stately river queen’’ shou!d by royal right form the center of May’s bouquet. Then on the banks grow delicate fern- tufts and lignt spiral grasses. So when sitting down to group her gathered treas- ures she no longer wished for Sibyl’s trop- ical beauties. “Any one who had the money,” she re- flected with pardonable scorn, ‘‘might procure those; but how few care to explore the lonely hauntsof my wild darlings! And then,” prattled on the girl, with only the flowers for her listeners, “‘that rustic basket I bought for my bcuquet is far more suitable for these, while the vines and grasses will trail over it—oh, so lovely 1" “What is this I hear, my child ?” asked Mrs. Hesthcote. “Your sisters tell me you gave away all your money and parted from them, saying you were going in search of my birthday gift.” May related the storv; then brought forth her basket of wild flowers. Thesun- shine had dried the early dewdrops tuat, tiose which fell from the fond mother's eyes as she blessed her kind-hearted and loving child.—Gglden Days. S e Going a-IRaying. Many people go out into the woods and fields on the first day of May to gather flowers, They call it “going a-Maying.” This is done a great dealin Engiand. Mayday partles are also very comrmon there. A little girl is chosen as queen, then she is crowned with flowers and the other children dence merrily around her, ready ana willing to obey her slightest wish, Years and years ago even grown people all over England used to celebrate the 1st of May. They went out early in the morning and gathered the flowers with which to trim the doors and windows of their home. They also carried or sent bouquets to their friends. In every village throughout the country stoad a Maypole as high as the mast of a ship. This was decorated on the festal day with wreaths and ribbons. queen, on which she sat and watched the merry young folks as they danced around the pole. The milkmaids wore dainty white caps I 'and aprons, and drove their cows throush | the streets, the meek-eyed animals having their horns hung with garlands of bright | blossoms. | The whole day was spent in feasting and dancing by the villazers, and sometimes | even the king and queen wou.d join in the | fun and sport. | Nowadays very few Maypoles are to be | found in England. | The pretty cusiom of sending dainty baskets of pretty, fragrant blossoms, the when gathered, had trembled on their | leaves. But holy as heaven’s tears were | A throne of green was erected for the | | | y U . r I - " ‘\ : .[H;I,~ \\.\H r[.\»nu’ti" L GOING A-MAYING. [Drawn by a “Call” artist.) An -]lflgqot'vy. “I wonder where in this great wide worl’ T've lost my picture-book ? And for a wee litt. e girl It’s of no use to look.” The litt e maid to mother’s side drew nigh, Yet dare not ery; She was to biame, Toey could oniy be tears of sname. I wonder where it can hide Each aay of every seven? T've sighed ard sighed, Do sou suppose we'll ever lose them in Heaven?” H. R., Osakland. = . o - = “Papa, can I go to the store and geta new dress?” “Why, child, you have got plenty of good dresses.’ “Yes, papa, but they are out of style.” ““Nonsense, girl! The trees always come out in the same siyle every spring, don’t they ?”" ““Yes, paps, and ttey always look green too.”"—Golden Days. Mr. Figg—Dell, did Tommy sit still through the lecture? Mrs. Fizc —No, he did not; though I| must admit that he made a lively effo’t. Mother—Ycu don’t know how you worry me, dear. Why, my hair is turning gray.” Fiorr.e—My, how you must have wor- ried erandma! Her hair is all white.— Golden Days. MEMBERS OF {14 Al i 1A sl A oty THE: ‘€. RPEHINTA [Drawn by a *“Call’’ artist.] I MAYPOLE DANCE. father was buried, and that took all our | bit of money."” “Take tuis dollar, my poor boy, and run with it as fast asever you can to your mother, and here are a few pennies to buy a little bread for yourse!ves.” “Well, May,"” said Sibyl, “while you stand here playing the part of Lady Bountiful I shail go within for the bou- quet, for of course you can no longer dis- pute my right, taving spent all your money.” “Poor May "’ exclaimed Josephine. +“Poor Msy!" In all the fourteen years of her young life sne had never felt so rich. “But mamma’s birthday gift!” con- tinued her sister. ‘“Where is that to come from ?” I shall come home in about an hour and bring it with me. Good-by, sisters. Acsk cook to save me some breakfast.” Sibyl raised her pretty eyebrows in silent wonder and opened the florist’s door, Josephine following. They couid not understand the finer nature and gen- erous impuises of their younger sister, and s dear little May is our heroine we will leave the relation of how their presents were received to the imagination of our readers, and follow her footsteps along a little winding path, which led to a wooded glen, where all nightlong The dew stole up From the fresh daughters of the earth, and heat Came like & s.eep upon their deliaate leaves, Aud bent them with the blossoms 10 thelr dreams. There they were, the fair sweet flowers of the springtide, some coyly peeping from amid their shrines of moss and leaves at the foot of an old torest tree, ‘while others— Oh, tney looked upward in every place! spangling the green tur! like so many earthly stars, handles tied with ribbon, as a May greet- ing to one’s friends, is growing in favor in our own country. How pleasant if the recipient b: an invalid! Think of tLis, members of the C. R. C. Evenng Seng. As a babe to the heart of its mother is pressed In the sheltering arms ot night we rest, Her lullaby song at eve we may hear, Quietly listen as twilighs draws near. Oh rest thee, beloved, weary with care, To dreamland betake thee! in castles of air Thou'lt wander, enchanted, wild and so free, Child of my heart, joy is waiting for thee. Night winds shall rock thee gently with care, Angels shall whisper thee secrets so rare, Strains of sweet music shall charm thy fond ear, Visions of beauty unthought of appear. Space is unheeded and time is no more, Like & bird on the wing thy spirit shall soar. In dreamiand earth’s children gay holida; keep. Then peacefully sleep, beloved one, sleep. MARY F. REED. “Mamma, what is heredity?’’ asked Bobby, shedding a few tears and labori- ously tripping over the syllables of a long word. “Why, it is—it is something you get from your father or me,” replied the mother. Bilence of two minutes and more tears. “Then, ma,” he asked, ‘“‘is spanking hereditary 2"’ Breathless Hunter—I say, boy, did yon see a rabbit run by here? Boy—Yes, sir. Hunter—How long ago? Boy—I think it’ll be three years next Christmas.—Exchange. Teacher—Now, Tommy, tell us what the index finger i<, Tommy—Yes'm: it’s that 'un you lick when you turn over the pages. Teacher—Mary, make a sentence with dogma as subject. Mary (after careful thought)—The dog- ma has three puppies. “Johnny,' asked his teacher, “what must we do before our sins can be tor- given?’ in,”” replied Johnny. CALISTOGA, Cal., April 25, 1897, Dear Editress: For a long time I have been trying to think of something interesting to write for the Letter Box, and now venture to offer the following: I shall tell you of a visit that I made to-day with my father and mother. We started out and drove along slowly, enjoying the after- noon and the changing scemery. Soon we stopped before a large white house and were met at the gate by a kindly old gentleman, with white hair and blue eyes. He shook hands with us all. The first words he said to me were, “I often read of one Eva Na- vone in the paper.” I certainly should have made some Teply to this if matters had been different, but he who spoke has been 50 un. . fortunate as to lose his hearing, so I marely smiled and bowed to the remark and followed | him to the house, where we were met by a | motherly looking lady, who is his wife. As | | we were walking he said several things to | | encourage me in “my efforts to write poetry.” When we reached the parlor he showed me some pen work which his son had dore, and | alson card containing two of his poems, for | Ire W. Adams fs & poet,and Callstoga, atd | even California, should be proud of him. | After I had read the lovely verses I longed to tel} him now well I liked them and the pic- | tares, but 1 knew I could not make him hear, | $0 1did not try. Then he brought me seversl | booklets of poetry written by his brother, for | the “spirit of poetry” seems to run in the | family, Mr. Adams having two brothers who, | he claims, write better poems than himsell. Then Master Charley was called in to play for us on his violin. 1 thought he did Te- | markably weil for a little fellow of six years. No doubt he will be & fine mus ician some day. We were next shown some very pretty drawings which Mr. Adams did in his younger | daye. After inspecting the flowers we started for | home, well satisfied with our afternocon. Your friend, M. EvA NAVONE (C. R. C.) SAN FRAXNCISCO, Cul, April8, 1897. Tear Edi 1 thought I would wriie to you again as I have not written for a long time. I like to read the children's page and think that the siories and puzzles are very pice. | I have solved some of the puzzles and mext | time when Iwrite Ishall try to send alitile story. | Iam 12 years old and am in the sixth grade. We have taken THE CALL for twenty years. Hoping that my letter and_puzzle will be in | print and not thrown into the wastebasker, I | remain, your little writer, AUGUSTA KNUTSEN. | JANESVILLE, Cal., April 17, 1897. Dear Fditor: As it has been a long time | since I wrote to you, and as I am about to re- turn to my home in Oregon, I thought I would write and bld good-by to you, my dear | editor, and to all the litlle readers of THE | CaLL. 1 shall start for home to-morrow. Ire- gret to leave grandma and my little friends, Golden Summers and Leda Brodwell, but Iam glad to thiuk I shall 2gain see mamma aud my brother and sister and cousin Drusa. There are 1Wo streets in the city named after my great-grandparents, Harmon and Eilen. You have always been kind to printmy let- ters, and hoping that this, my last, will escape the waste basket, I remain your little friend, JOHN LESLIE MORRELL. BLUE CANYON. Dear Editress and Readers: Our schoclopened a week ago last Monday for the summer. I had examinations last fail and was promoted | into the sixth grade, and have to study pretty hard. Ihave nine studies. There is very lit- tle snow on the ground now, but the last few days it hes been very cold. Ithink our badge is very pretty and wish | one, and shall send for it very soon. 1 was quite interested in reading the Easter page, ai:d enjoyed looking at the iittle rab- | bits. Ihave told the readers of our dog and cat, but have never said anything about the | new little bantams we have that are very cune | ning and tame. In my next letter I shall tell of their little tricks and ways. Your reader, RETHA WALDAU (C. R. C.). SAN LUts OBIseo, Cal., April 23, 1897. Dear Editor: 1 wisn 1o see a letter frum San Luis in the children’s page. EverySunday | night mamma reads el tne stories and letters to me. My little brother loves to look at the | plctures. I have saved themall for a scrap | sibum. My grandma put $5 in the bank for me, because I try not to stutter. Ihaveto think to talk slowly. My teacher's name is Miss Robinson. She gives usa red ribbon to wear tor perfect numbers, a blue one for good spelling and a white one not o whisper. Mumma likes THE CALL because she says it stands for the truth. Ishould lixe to belong to the C. R. C. Your fr.end, ARTHUR H. SIMPSON. FARMINGTOY, Cal., April 19, 1897. Dear Editor: As I have neverseen any letters from Farmington before, only one that my brother wrote a long time ago, I thought that Iwould write one. Iam alittie boy 10 years 0ld, and have two brothers. One is 16 months, and my other brotber is 13 years old. We have grandfather living with us, and he hasa nice Yegetable garden near our house. My big brother and I go to school every day, and our school isgoiug 10 close on the last of May. Your reader, CHABLIE RICHTER. CALAVERAS VALLEY. Dear Editor: As I have not seen any letters from calaveras I thought I would write and tell you something of our valley. Itissituated seven miles east of Mi pitas. Itis about three miles long and one and a half miles wide. It is surrounded by hills and itis very pretty. When 1t was first discovered Indians and Spanish lived here. There area great many poppies here and they are very large. You must excuse my writing as my little brother will not let me alone. Ishould like 1o belong to the C. R. C. 1hope my letter will escape the wastebas- ket. Your new friend, HAROLD WALKER. SATTLEY, Aprii 19, 1897. Dear Editor: Papa takes THE CALL. He is very sick now and has not been outside for a month. Iam seven years old. I have been going to school for five months and em in the second grade. I have one little sister, Ade- I hope to see this printed in THE CALL. Your little friend, GRACE FOWLES. BLENHETX, Cal., Agril 20, Dear Editor: I think the Easter pege w. very pretty and thank our editress for it. This morning I discovered that alinnet is building a pretty nest in the vines on our porch. They built there last year, too. There 1s a bird’s nest with three eggs in it right out- side our schoolroom window. 1 was down on the beach Saturdsy and caughta fish. Ihad just put my line down, when Ifelta bite. Ipulleditand there wasa | fish, sure enough. 1 then putit in the sack and tried again aud caught another, but it slipped out of my hand back into the water. Your constant reade; Lizzik M. WIENKE. AN FRANCISCO, Cal., April 18, 1807, Dear Editor: This ismy first letter (o you. We have been taking THE CALL for several years, and I enjoy reading the toys’ and girls’ page very much. I had many pretty Easter eggs this year. The Saturday before Esster I | very small; wentupona hill to pick some wild flowers, | and when Igot homeI made an Easter nest. The next morning I found two pretty colored eggs in it. -One was pink and the other green. I had pleced the basin on the porch so thatthe lttle rabbits could see it, and Iam sure the little rabbits leftthe eggs there. I will close my letter now, as 1t is getting Jate and I must g0 to bed, Iremain you RTRUDE TORMEY. PXSZZLEDONM. 1. (2) What is that which is always invisible yet never out of sight? (5) What is that which we often catch hold of s et never see? (c) What is the most wonderful animal in the farmyard? (d) When is a nose not & nose? Selected by CRESCENTA EDSox (C. R. C.). 11 Iam avehicle. Resd backward,Iam an inclosure; behead me and [ am a line of light; prefix ten to me aud I am a newly discovered line of 1ight. Original by S. M. Mooz (C. R. C.). IIL. Aword square,composed of a girl’s name and a time of the day. Spell backward and forward the same. 1. A gir.’s name. 2. Atime of day 3. A time of day. 4. A girl’s name. 1V. Word square. 1. To outline. . A piece of baked clay. A certain shell fish. A fibrous plant. D. H. ALLENMORE (C. R. C.). 8 M. Moo (C. &. C.). [ V. A maxim. aabcdeeeefffghhikl 00 o rrr sttt (Original.) EpNa Ossorx (C. R. C:), VI. Transpose the letters of word of four letters, being “s hint” and have something again, and bave that which “comes and goes”; again, and have to send fortn. V1L Diamond puzzle. 1. A consonant in clock. A beverage. A mantle. 4. To corrode. 5. A consonant in clock. VIII. Dismond puzzle. . A consonant in boulder. . A verb. . A fish much esteemea for food in Engiand. . A tree. . A consonant in boulder. (Original.) EMILY Hovstox (C. R. C.). Hidden names of anim| (a) The tobacco was very injurions to him, (b) Thor sees beauty in Nature, (¢) Do go immediately. GRACE MANNING, C. R. C.). X. Read Tennyson’s “Msy Queen,” then write the story in vour own words, efther in rhyme or prose. Tae best stories will be pub- lished in “Childhood’s Realm.” Gorrect Answers for April 25. 1. Turkey. an wpR IX. IL (o) LAKE AUNT KNOT ETTA ®» D A M E (or nsme) APES MESA ESAU HILBAW Iv. L ASH E WHO A N 5 V. Steal, slate, tales, teals, VL (a) Stable, table, able. (b) Span, pan. VIL (a) Because when he eats he hasnot s bit in his mouth, (b) His foot. VIIL (a) Ewe, wee. (b) Snail, nails. (c) Swine, wines, (d) Asp, spa. IX. Never give up the old friends for the Dew. X. (@) Hawthorne and emerald. (%) Hope and happiness. (¢) Memorial day. (d) Mississippi River discovered Jamestown settled. (&) Queen Victoria. Solvers. Answers to puzzles of April 25 have been re- ceived {from tne following members of C. R. C.: Ethel McClure, Elsa Lange, Retha Walian, Emma Eggars, Fred Anthes and Max Selig; from non-member for April 18, Grace Man- ning; for April 25, Rose Red and Grace Lob. 1am afraid some of you are forgetting about our roll of honor. and Gorrespondents’ Galumn. Irene Maude C.—I 1 order to become a mem- ber contribate something worth publishing to our page. Nona H.—Is “Pussy’s Misfortuné” original or selected? Carrie G.—The oxidation was done to- throw the letters in reliet. Polish ir. The badge is of the very latest style of finishing. Elsa Lange—You are enrolled as a member of C.R.C. Alice Bell—We all hope you are not {1 Exchanges Received. Youth's Compauion, Harper's Round Table, Golden Days and St, Nicholas for May. Harper's Round Tabie contains an interest- ing article by H. Rider Haggard, entitied “In the Transvasl of 1877.” Besides letters published, pleasant commu- nications have Leen received from the follow- ing: Ernest shtt, Carrie Gonsalves (C. R. €.), Eiizabeth Davis, Ida Lena Greer, Elsa Lange (C. R. C). Homer Frost Keyoes (C.B..C), Charies H. Owens (C. R.C), Aliaa L. Alley, “Rose Red,’ Emily Houston (C.R.C.), Fred Antnes (C. R. C.), Frank Hawion, Grace Loh and Mrs. T. J. O'Coanor. Mrs. Reid's poem, Plea for Unemployed, My Pets, An Inquiry, The Purtable Cup: Wil some boy or girl collect and send to me some specimens of the Mariposa lily? 1 wish to press and mount therh., Pack carefully, I will pay postage. Yours truly, * - ANNIE M., GERICKE Address: Tomales, Marin County, Cal o s s B i T 200 | { |