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THE GUIDE TO NATURE 



OUR TOWN CLERK MAKES A "RECORD" ON BIG CLAM SHELLS. 



Some Huge Clam Shells. 



Mr. William Waterbury, Town 

 Clerk of Stamford for many years, re- 

 cently became impressed with the idea 

 that what he needed was a little more 

 of nearness to nature and of devotion 

 to her. For many months he has been 

 a regular reader of The Guide to Na- 

 ture, and we are not surprised that he 

 should feel that the proper way to 

 overcome the stress and strain of re- 

 cording" deeds and issuing licenses is to 

 go and commune with Mother Nature. 

 This he did on the west coast of 

 Florida, where he found some speci- 

 mens of nature's work in the form of 

 round clams that not only fed the 

 inner man, but gave that man an ap- 

 preciation of some of the marvels of 

 nature. The accompanying illustra- 

 tion shows the size of these clam 

 shells, which Mr. Waterbury has been 

 exhibiting to admiring friends in the 

 true naturalistic spirit, which always 

 is to see something for one's self and 

 then to show it or to tell it to others. 



Co-Workers in Nature Just Across the 

 Sound. 



The twenty-third annual session of 

 the Biological Laboratory of the 

 Brooklyn Institute of Arts and 

 Sciences will be held at Cold Spring 

 Harbor, Long Island, New York, dur- 

 ing the summer of 1912. Regular class 



work begins June 26 and continues for 

 six weeks. Courses are offered in field 

 zoology by Drs. Walter, Davenport 

 and Kornhauser ; in bird study by Mrs. 

 Walter and others ; in comparative ana- 

 tomy in charge of Professor H. S. 

 Pratt, Haverford College ; cryptogamic 

 botany in charge of professor H. H. 

 York, of Brown U niversity ; training 

 course for field workers in eugenics in 

 charge of Mr. H. H. Laughlin, of the 

 Eugenics Record Office with lectures 

 by Dr. C. B. Davenport. Facilities are 

 offered for investigators. Further de- 

 tails are given in the announcement of 

 the laboratory which may be obtained 

 by addressing the director, Cold Spring 

 Harbor, Long Island, N. Y. 



What, pray, is life? I will tell you : 

 Tireless twenties, thrilling thirties, 

 fiery forties, fearless fifties, serious 

 sixties, sober seventies, six feet of sod 

 — God ! But do not remember the allit- 

 eration to the forgetting of the LIFE! 

 The great clock of the ages ticks days, 

 not seconds ; and it can be heard, not 

 with the natural ear, but with the ear 

 of ambition and courage and con- 

 science. Hear it, hear it, hear it ! To- 

 day the fire burns brightly in the grate, 

 tomorrow the ashes will be gray. — 

 Arthur H. Harrop, A. M., Ph. D., Uni- 

 versity of Denver, Denver, Colorado. 



