In Winter Quarters 



flowing stream, in some quiet pool or 

 park lagoon. I know one of these 

 made up of ten separate distinct trees, 

 all radiated from the same root-nest, 

 and these associated trunks do not 

 grow erect, but lean far out across the 

 water or stretch themselves lovingly 

 above the turf that decks the shoreline 

 of a little lake. And within their shelter- 

 ing embrace may be found that which 

 cannot be bought on Broadway, and 

 does not exist at all in Fifth Avenue. 

 I suppose ten thousand automobiles 

 go rushing by the Matthew Laflin 

 Memorial building in the park every 

 day. Now and then some vagrant like 

 myself, on the lookout for something 

 not to be seen in city streets, drops in. 

 Once in a long while a machine may 

 turn off the main drive and its occu- 

 pants enter the halls where the Academy 

 of Sciences under Frank M. Woodruff's 

 able direction is doing so much to 

 recall the pristine glories of the marshes, 

 dunes and woodlands of pre-historic 

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