THE OOLOGIST 



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This white bird's phanton soul to free! 

 The hordes move on — 



Far — lost to sight; 

 They now have won 



End of their flight; 

 Auroras flash above the sea! — 

 The White Owl's soul is now set free! 



Clarion thrills 



Again the call; 



Winter chills; 



Snow curtains fall; 

 Aurora, from her snowy-white throne, 

 Proclaims that she gives up her own 

 To all who love 



And honor Him 

 Who reigns above 



Through ages dim. 

 And Nature will her own uphold 

 To all who live within her fold! 



A BIRD HUNT 

 MaTy K. Hutchinson 



I make the census takers glad; 

 Without my help, no work they'd had. 



(Stork). 

 My feathers make fair ladies smile, 

 But make poor husbands sweat awhile. 



(Ostrich). 

 You ought, 1 think, ashamed to be. 

 For many times you've eaten me. 



(Chicken). 

 There is just one fault to which I'll 



own: 

 A summer I can't make alone. 



(Swallow). 

 In February — day fourteen. 

 By thousands 1 am always seen. 



(Dove). 

 Though in this land I'm born, I grow. 

 Still I'm quite English, doncher know. 



(English Sparrow). 

 A group of islands far at sea. 

 Some people claim were named for me. 



(Canary). 

 Do I like crackers? Yes, don't you? 

 1 don't mind telling folks I do. 



(Parrot). 

 You may have heard or may have read 

 How I a prophet one time fed. 



(Raven). 

 I'm never thankful with the rest, 

 I like in thankless nations best. 



(Turkey). 

 I've traveled far as you may know, 

 From a latid to which you hope to go. 



(Bird of Paradise). 



Though in some foreign land.s I fl.v. 

 Hurrah! American am I! 



(Eagle) . 

 'Tis seldom I a party grace. 

 For I belong in a fireplace. 



(Crane). 

 Uriah Heap I'd hate to be. 

 There's nothing humble about me. 



(Peacock). 

 To guess my name you'll have to think, 

 My family is quite extinct. 



(Dodo). 

 Some men I help to gather wealth. 

 To others I bring food for health. 



(Hen). 

 Some call me silly, more's the pity. 

 My bright remarks once saved a city. 



(Goose). 

 Some college boys I oft make glad. 

 But bring distress to many a dad. 



(Lark). 

 Two babies lost, well known to fame, 

 I covered them — now guess my nanip. 



(Robin). 

 Though poets don't put me in meter, 

 You've heard how I once jeered at 

 Peter. 



(Cock). 



G. W. H. V. B. 



THE PELICAN 



A funny old bird is the Pelican, 



His beak holds more than his i&f>ll.y 

 can. 

 He can eat for a week from the |)66cli 

 on his beak 

 And we wonder how in hellhecan. 



