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an.q'lc thus foriiiccl. lies the southeastern corner of the park. On 

 the avenue is a double line of noisy, clangino^. banging cable 

 cars, running a three-minute service. Diagonally across there 

 were a number of pop-corn stands, gypsy fortune tellers with 

 their array of gasoline jacks and the usual quota of loafers. 



Automobiles, delivery wagons, trucks, and all manner of 

 vehicles are continually passing, and the street is generally well 

 filled evenings, with a throng of saunterers. sightseers and 

 loafers. Directly across GOth street is San Soucci. a large beer 

 garden, redolent of vaudeville sights and sounds. Arc lights 

 sputter and sizzle, gasoline jacks tiare and wave, and above all 

 the sounds of the street and crowd rise the noises of the brass 

 band and the roar of the "shoot the shoots," continuing from 

 seven o'clock in the evening until nearly twelve at night. Yet 

 right there midst all this noise and confusion was where these 

 strange and unaccountable birds had chosen to take their night's 

 rest, unmindful of the acres and acres of quite lofty shade that 

 stretched away to the north and west in the quietness of the 

 great park. 



When we arrived there were already quite a number of >Iar- 

 tins flying about and dotting the telegraph wires in the im- 

 mediate vicinity. Soon a flock wns seen coming in from the 

 north, then one from the west, until shortly, to whatever point 

 of the compass we turned, we saw numbers of them hastening 

 to the rendezvous. As they gathered, and as it grew later, they 

 forsook the telegraph wires and circled round and round the 

 small clump of trees in the very corner of the park, almost over- 

 hanging the noisy avenue and looking directly into the blare and 

 glare of the garden. The museum delegation came at their 

 appointed time, and their numbers were lost in the great flock 

 that wheeled about this spot. By degrees, bunch after bunch 

 settled down in descending spirals and sought ])laces in the 

 small, three corner trees, until most of the flock had vanished 

 therein. 



It was getting dark now. when, with a flutter of wings and 

 a deafening clatter from a multitude of tiny throats, they all 

 rose again into the air in an agitated, boiling mass, and coinci- 

 dently. the half-drowned screams of a couple of Blue Jays were 



