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other of our feathered friends. We call him 

 the thistle finch, the goldfinch, the salad 

 bird, the wild canary, or the yellow bird, as 

 best suits our individual fancy. Bright 

 as he was in his courting suit, he now puts 

 away his canary coat, and for the winter is 

 quite content to dress like his quiet wife and 

 his sparrow cousins. So it is that few realize 

 that this merry bird, with his toboggan-slide 

 flight, is with us all the year round. 



POISON IVY 



This is perhaps the most tempting season 

 of all the year for a walk, and a country lane 

 beneath the trees is never more lovely. But 

 there is a serpent in this Eden, in the form 

 of a creeping, enticing, but trouble-breeding 

 vine. 



Poison ivy is a bold bad plant. It seems 

 so subtle in its attacks, so bitter in its hatred, 

 that we can hardly help believing it our 

 sworn enemy. But this is only our view of 

 the matter, and plant lovers all know there 

 must be another side to the story. From 

 its own stand-point the plant surely is most 



