when I visited him some time ago I saw hanging 
on a wall in his office a photograph of two very 
queer-looking birds. Under the picture was 
written this legend: ‘The Ghosts of the Lipsey 
House.” 
“By the way,” I said, “I have long been 
curious to know whether your picture won the 
prize offered by the New York magazine for the 
best bird photograph.” 
“No,” -+he laughed, “the pictures of our club 
were all turned down. The prize, I believe, 
was won by the son of some fellow in New 
Jersey who photographed a duck hawk his 
father had found nesting on the Palisades.” 
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