cresswell] the pocket GOPHER 373 



Often a fine looking pumpkiri is completely hollowed out by this 

 thief who enters it from beneath. 



Seldom has Old Mother Nature made an animal more fitted for 

 underground dwelling than this one, — the body just fits the run- 

 ways, no long legs or tail to be in the way; a head placed right in 

 front of the shoulders without the bother of a neck; tiny close 

 fitting ears; a sensitive tail ; sharp strong cutting teeth and broad 

 grinders; a wonderful digging apparatus; a fur that is close, 

 smooth and warm; last but not least, those capacious pockets. 

 One might think it would possess the earth, but only two or three 

 young are produced each year, and active enemies work toward 

 their extennination. Every fanner boy who has ever attempted to 

 add to his personal exchequer by agreeing to rid his father's farm 

 of gophers for a stated sum, can testify to the wit and persistence 

 necessary to overcome their cunning. Little is yet known of this 

 surly, solitary miser. His life and his deeds challenge your study. 



Cities 

 Lew R. Sarett 



Urbana, Illinois 



Too many faces, too many tongues, 



Too many smiles that he, 

 Too many shuffling feet that beat 



And fiercely hiirry by! 

 I'm sick of the town and the groveUing throng 



In the city's brawling night; 

 Of the gimlet eye and the bawdry lip 



Of the luring sybarite! 



Oh, for the face of the honest sun. 



And the tongue of the singing rill; 

 And the patter of gladsome feet in the street 



That leads to the ptu-pling hill! 

 Oh, for the balm of the brooding dusk. 



When, one by one, with His rod, 

 My Father lights the friendly lamps 



In the slimibering City of God! 



