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RECREATION 



play ! Watch her, Mike, she'll 



>u yet!" 



e would help him to an unfair 

 au^ctmdge. Every effort he made to 

 move one hand cautiously toward the 

 coveted pan was met by a scream of 

 warning from the jug and a howl of 

 delight from the crowd. A half dozen 

 such attempts had failed. The jug 

 seemed to have him where it wanted 

 him, but Mike would not go back on 

 the work of his hands ; he continued to 

 mutter between the intermittent gey- 

 sers, "Boys and boys, but that's power- 

 ful stuft!" 



The situation was becoming desper- 

 ate. He had proved his ability to make 

 "powerful stuft" all right, but could 

 he break it in for use, that was the 

 jtiestion. 



Realizing the crisis, Mike prepared 

 for a supreme effort. One more dying 

 shriek and the jug was upside down 

 in the dishpan. Mike beamed trium- 

 phantly on the cheering crowd. We 

 all pushed forward to see the wonder- 

 ful result — a scant half-pint of furious 

 yeast raging frantically around the bot- 

 tom of a large dishpan — defeated but 

 not disheartened. 



THE FAIRIES 



BY FLOYD PARKER WAGAMAN. 



The fairy, Spring, awaking from her sleep, 



Lifts high her gorgeous head above the fleece, 

 And kisses with a touch so soft and sweet 



The crimson lips of twilight's western sky. 

 The frog discourses softly in the dell ; 



The robin whistles as he flies to rest; 

 The heart is light, for cares are buried deep 



In mausoleums of forgetfulness. 

 The evening zephyr wafts a perfume sweet; 



'Tis nature's breath, the virgin breath of Spring, 

 And man, inhaling this, forgets his foes, 



And loves with kindly love his fellow men. 

 'Tis now, that smiling with a nameless bliss, 



With step elastic, eye so keen and bright, 

 The gentle maiden looks with loving gaze 



Upon her King — God's noblest handiwork. 





