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What a pity that he had been so near 

 to a treasure and had never realized 

 that it is a treasure. 



"We love things not because they are 

 beautiful, but they are beautiful be- 

 cause we love them." Is there any- 

 thing more beautiful or more lovable 

 than a high-grade photographic lens, 

 looking at you with kindly genial light 

 as if it were saying: "I am here to see 

 things for you and to make them per- 

 manent. Don't you know that life is 

 but a series of pictures and that they 

 come your way but once? I will help 

 you make these priceless visions un- 

 fading. Long after you and I are gone, 

 the pictures we have made shall still 

 exist for your successors to love and 

 admire." 



So open a photographic lens cata- 

 logue with reverence as you would 

 walk with reverence by a roadside 

 where you feel that there the ground 

 is hallowed. 



The Camera and the Snow. 



We suggest to our camerists the fan- 

 tastic forms of snowdrifts as an allur- 

 ing field for winter work. Herewith 

 are offered examples of what may be 

 done along this line. One shows the 

 snow curiously drifted oh a stone wall ; 

 the other a drift within the hall at 

 Arcadia, where, during a driving storm, 

 the snow was carried through a tiny 

 crack in the door and was formed into 



the curved shield by the side of the pears in the upper right-hand corner 

 umbrella holder, a part of which ap- of the illustration. It will be noted 



A FANTASY IN ARCADIA HALL. 



A FEATHERY DECORATION OF THE BROOK BANK. 



