THE AGASSIZ ASSOCIATION 



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Before the parade, veterans with 

 school children visited the graves in 

 Sound Beach and decorated them with 



Hags and flowers. 



Summer Showers. 



BY CAROLINE CLARK HINTON, ATLANTA, GA. 



Summer showers that fall like 

 Mist of early morning dew, 

 Bathing all in sky-veiled tears; 

 Recreating old for new. 



Summer thoughts full-blown and scarred, 

 Spring and youth so far away. 

 Tears fall softly with regrets; 

 Tomorrow has its day! 



The Painted Fields. 

 We motored, on a Summer day, 

 The smiling country through; 

 There were woods, and streams, and mea- 

 dows fair, 

 And hills, with distant view. 



An artist, just before, had passed, 

 Whose influence long would lurk; 



For canvasses she chose the fields, 

 We saw her finished work. 



Her paletteful of brilliant tints 

 Had been transferred to earth; 



Arresting in their vividness, 

 Of none was there a dearth. 



The primal colors all were seen, 



And we could well surmise, 

 A rainbow had enwrapped the earth, 



To dazzle mortal eyes. 



There were ruby gleams of sunset fires, 



And the purple of the hills, 

 And "-o 1 d was used so lavishly, 



It ran in little rills. 



While some slopes glowed like burning 

 coals, 



S lil others swam in light, 

 And some were like the evening sky, 

 All violet and white. 



And more were as the ripened grain, 



When ready for the scythe; 

 While others were with gay "red-top" 



And gypsy clover blithe. 



For shadows there were grasses dark, 



And in the shaded light, 

 The day-stars of the daisies gleamed 



Like the silver ones of night. 



October we'd been wont to call 

 The month of brilliant dyes, 



And here were all her hues, and more, 

 Before our wondering eyes. 



Oh June, thou art a wizard month, 

 We thought we knew thee well, 



And here thou holdest us entranced 

 Beneath a bran-new spell! 



— Emma Peirce. 



The Plans for Little Japan from Japan. 



The plans for Little Japan, especial- 

 ly those for the gate-like entrance to 

 the Rest Cottage, were sent to us by 

 Y. Hirase, President of The Hirase 

 Conchological Museum, Karasumaru, 



SHO NIPPON OR LITTLE JAPAN. 



Kyoto, Japan. Mr. Hirase has for many 

 years been an active member of The 

 Agassiz Association. He writes as 

 follow.- : 



"It is very kind of you to carry out 

 such a plan for the sake of our country. 

 We highly appreciate your warm sym- 

 pathy with our country and its people. 



"1 have seen the picture of the gate 

 you designed yourself after a Japanese 

 shrine entrance, which we call 'torii' in 

 our tongue. The 'torii' is a sort of gate 



