Memories, the Oologist Holds Dear. 



Dedicated ti the memory of the boys who have left our ranks and gone on before. Those whose names we cherish for 

 the spirit of the old-time Oologist, when our favorite magazines leemed with accounts of collecting trips and experiences 

 setting .tflime the mysterious inspirations within our own breasts to tramp the hills and valleys where all Nature bloomed! 

 and communed with her lovers in whisperings of a grand and j ust Creator. 



J' W. J. J. Warren Jacobs. 



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1. I wan-der'd to- day, thro' my den, 



2. I'm think- ing to-day, of the thrill, 



3. I'm look-ing to-day, o'er the trays, 



4. I'm dream-ing to-dty, of the time, 



5. I'm mourning to-day, fir ths boys, 



fel-lows, To live o'er the scenes gone 

 fel-lows. We feel when the eggs vre 

 f :l-lows, Con-tain - ing the treas- ures so 

 fel lows, The mem - 'ry brings back the 

 fel-lows, The boys who have gone on be- 



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fore, 



Of our trips to wood-land and plon, 



Rare beau -ties from nest on the hill, 



'So - cia - tions of old - en days, 



Of bright sparkling dew, so sub-lime, 



Ceas'd trips to the woodland and glen, 



fel lows, Where hawks and the 

 fel lows, Or from hole in the 

 fel lows, With vis - ions of 

 fel-lows, In blest morning 

 fellows, Quit path- ways a - 



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ovh nest-ed high; Where whip-poor wills call'd thro' the gloom, 



old f.r-est tree.— The years, they have fled by since then, 



scenes draw- ing near. — The joys that we pass' d thro' then, 



fun's melt- ing sheen; Wh:n we donn'd our togs f r a tramp, 



long fan- dy shore. — So many cf I heir gems in our hands, 



fl-lows. And 

 fel lows, Age 

 fel lows, We 

 fel lows, A - 

 fel lows, In 



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right, 1918, by J. Warren Jacobs, Waynesburg, Pa 



Memories, the Oologist Holds Dear— Continued. 



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war - biers nest - ed near, 

 now is be - gin - ning to sear; 

 now . live - ver here, 

 mong the birds warbling near; 

 time brought us joy or tear; 



Sweet mem - o - ries cling to the 

 But we'll prize these gems to the 

 Ere ohild-hood hadmerg'din- to 

 Hied a - way from the dim old 

 Let us meet them in dream bird- 



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chang-es for all, fel-lows, With du - ties of life and crowns of snow; Lotus 





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