State Reports 357 



ROLL OF HONOR 



The Birds. — For service in the cause of humanity; for making the fields 

 to Hash with color, the lakes to laugh with music, and for making the trees the 

 ver\- 'peaks of song'; for ti-ac hing the courage, for pioneering, the joy of honest 

 toil, the virtue of happ\- mating, the spirit of devoted parentage and the satis- 

 faction in an 'ever so humble' home; for the singing with their work and reveal- 

 ing to us the life in nature that 'lifts us to the skies.' 



The Ronixs. — I'or labor u])on our lawns; for stirring childhood's fancies, 

 and awakening in old hearts the illusions of their childhood. 



The Larks." — For tireless hours of toil upon our farms, clearing thern of 

 insects and the seeds of noxious weeds; for singing in every field and from every 

 fence-post; for making morning the beginning of a day and evening the promise 

 of another. 



The Bluebirds. — For picking up the berries of the ivy and the brier; for 

 clearing our gardens of grubs, our waysides of pests upon the wing and for giv- 

 ing a song to the early winds to tell us that we may rejoice at the bursting of the 

 buds. 



The Cuckoos. — For stripping our trees of caterj)illars, our gardens of 

 spiders, our fields of beetles and for minding their own business. 



The Hawks. — For their restless hunting of rodents and reptiles and for hav- 

 ing eyes that see in a half-blind world. 



The Killdeers. — For their fight against the boll-weevil and the Rocky 

 Mountain locust and for the love of their little fuzzy babies. 



The Woodpeckers. — For destroying ants, moths, beetles and weed-seeds; 

 for their tremulous tattoos and awakening calls of springtime. 



The Kingfishers. — For lessening the swarms of beetles, crickets and 

 grasshoppers and reminding us that ours are ' halcyon ' days, if we but make 

 them so. 



The Grosbeaks. — For destroying potato-bugs and caterpillars; for one 

 of the sweetest sounds in nature that makes us glad to stoj) in our hurr}- that we 

 may look and listen. 



The Swallows. — For killing the germ-bearing mosciuitoes; for suffering 

 saved to the beasts of the field and for their cheerful ' twittering from the straw- 

 built shed.' 



The Native Sparrows. — For using thousands of tons of weed-seed that 

 will never choke the grain or the llowers ; for their infinite i)resence and their 

 unnumbered songs. 



The Uxkxowx Livixg. — For working without reward and singing without 

 applause. 



The L'inknowx Dead. — That have fallen on broken wing during the wild 

 nights; that by unhappy flight have been the ])rcy of natural enemies and men. 



