he struck out like a blue streak for the nest in the oak. He fed Mrs. Jay, and a 

 satisfactory snap-shot photograph was taken of the operation. After feeding his 

 wife, the husband looked at her and uttered the one mellifluous note known to the 

 jay language, and Mrs. Jay, womanlike, was mollified. 



Bob White 



By Leroy Titus Weeks 



Oh, sweet to the ear in the early morn. 

 Is the whistle clear, over rustling corn, 

 Of the brown little bird whose rich content 

 Is a breath of life by summer sent ! 

 His gladness thrills the heart, and spills 

 The laughter of nature over the hills. 

 "Bob White!" "All right!" 

 "O Bob White!" 



He pipes of dells with rippling rain, 

 Of tinkling bells in shady lane, 

 Of sunburned cheek and sun-filled heart, 

 Of joyous life in the fields apart, 

 A true chevalier, he spreads good cheer 

 And the haunting dream of the golden year, 

 "Bob White !" "True knight !" 

 "O Bob White!" 



Where leaves are aflame in the Autumn air, 

 His shy little dame, with wifely care. 

 Will gather her brood about her breast 

 As the sun dips low in the purple West, 

 And lilt love's glee across the lea — 

 The deep, undying mystery: 



"Loyalty!" "Loyalty!" "Loyalty!' 



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