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real wardens of all growing things, they stand be- 

 tween the worm and the wheat field; kill them all 

 and there will be nothing for sale in "Stupidity 

 Street." There is no escaping the inference of 

 the poem. The man who uses a song bird as an 

 animated target, destroying an insectivorous bird 

 for a tidbit to tickle the palate of a would-be epi- 

 cure, may not be a criminal, but alas, is one of a 

 multitude all of whom live on over-crowded 

 "Stupidity Street." Follow the people home who 

 are guilty of wantonly destroying our vanishing 

 wild life, and you will find, with scarcely an ex- 

 ception, that they all live on Stupidity Street. If 

 I were a devout churchman, I would suggest this 

 addition to the Prayer Book: from the besotted 

 ignorance of "Stupidity Street," Good Lord, de- 

 liver us. 



Here is a very sad case ; a beautiful, very beau- 

 tiful church, to which the waves sing their finest 

 battle and love songs and the leaves of the Live- 

 Oaks tell their secrets, and wild-bird singers on 

 the outside outrival the best efforts of the hu- 

 man choirs within, and the church is called "The 

 Church of the Redeemer." There is a Rectory 

 and a Rector, everything quite proper, and all 

 located on Stupidity Street for the Holy man is 

 a killer of insectivorous birds and no voice has 

 been raised against him in "The Church of the Re- 

 deemer." If the man of God does not know that 



