RGN PER 
DUCKLINGS TO FLAPPERS. 
In the old heathen mythology, the year consisted of 
ten months, the third (May) derived from Majores, 
the old men; whereas, June was from Juvenes, signify- 
ing the young. 
Glorious June! First month of summer, with the 
beauties of Nature as yet unsullied or withered by 
the sun’s scorching rays; its green foliage tossing in 
the breeze with waving grasses and lovely flowery 
dells. In the forests and groves warblers flit from 
spray to spray, the whistle of the thrush, the song of 
the bluebird and the voice of the turtle-dove are heard 
in the land. Now the ducklings have their best time, 
carelessly swimming here and there, chasing a fly, or 
stopping to pick the various seeds and green shoots 
from aquatic plants, until warned by the cries of the 
old duck to follow her and remain within reach and 
shelter of her protective wing. 
What a pretty picture they make! Little fat, yellow 
downy sprites, with lustrous black innocent eyes, dis- 
porting quaintly here and there, careless and oblivious 
oi the pitfalls and snares which await them. Ah! A 
sudden rush! A splash! A scramble of the brood 
upon the water, a tremendous flutter of the mother, a 
quick gathering and drawing away from the place of 
disturbance, a count; alas! one is missing and now 
lies in the capacious maw of some voracious pike! 
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