The Bobolink 235 



verses of Wilson Flagg can appeal but little. Poetry 

 and sentiment do not often atone for individual loss, 

 and the passage of the bobolink is truly a scourge to 

 the South. 



What are we at the North to think of our bobolink ? 

 To me the happy days of youth were made happier by 

 the bubbling, rollicking melody of the bobolink, and 

 I cherish the memory of it above all other bird music. 



"Nuff sed June's bridesman, poet o' the year, 

 Gladness on wings, the bobolink, is here." 



