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said, "The Quails call my name." That summer I heard them call it, "Bob, 

 Bob, White." His name was Robert White. — Thomas Flynn (age 12). 



[This exercise in composition, based on original observations, suggests another 

 method of making use of the time allowed for bird- and nature-study in our schools. 

 There is a very definite pleasure to be derived from describing what one has seen, heard, 

 or done himself, and the spirit of this kind of pleasure is shown in these compositions. 



The boy who "fixed the stump up so that the wind would not blow it down," the 

 boy who "left the door open a little bit," when his caged squirrels would not eat, and the 

 boy who carried "chicken-corn" to the hungry quail, are all boys who can be trusted to 

 make friends with Nature. An experienced teacher, as I may have already told you, 

 once said that we should not need to preach about kindness to animals to boys and girls 

 if we would teach them to know outdoor life. 



No Bird and Arbor Day message could be finer than the poet's call to the world of 

 "joyous living things." — A. H. W.] 



"Welcome back to your North-land, 

 Birds, to our hearts so dearl 

 Sorrowful were the summer 

 Without your songs of cheer. 

 We long for you when absent, 

 We'll cherish you while here." 

 From the Return of the Birds, by M. C. Bolles, Grass Range, Montana. 



SPRING'S HERALD 

 (Photograph of Meadowlark by Guy A. Bailey) 



