The angular- winged katydid and her eggs. 

 Comstock's Manual. 



The Katydid 



Florence White 

 Yorktown, N. Y. 



"I love to hear thine earnest voice, 

 Wherever thou art hid, 

 Thou testy little dogmatist. 

 Thou pretty katydid! 

 Thou mindest me of gentle folks — 

 Old gentle folks are they — 

 Thou says't an undisputed thing 

 In such a solemn way." — O. N. Holmes. 



One of the memories of childhood is the song of the Katydid. 

 Often have I lain awake and wondered what they were quarreling 

 about. To be sure it is not a pleasant song but somehow a Septem- 

 ber evening would not seem complete if the Katydid orchestra 

 did not join that of the crickets. Those who have never seen one 

 of these beautiful creatures no doubt have very harsh feelings 

 toward them. I wonder whether you have ever heard the 



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