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RECREATION 



a bed of eel-grass in Port Jefferson, 

 where we put in for a day's rest, and 

 had to work for half an hour getting 

 the blessed thing clear. Port Jefferson 

 was our last step on the way home, and 

 Billy met his friends there and took 

 them out for a spin. We proposed to 

 make the sixty-mile run to Long Island 

 City the following- day, Sunday, and I 

 hoped for hue weather, but as ill-luck 

 would have it, the sky looked anything 

 but promising, and we started out of 

 the harbor with quite a little sea run- 



ning. 1 had got used to the motion of 

 the boat, however, by that time, and 

 did not mind it, as I had enough to do 

 helping Billy manage the boat. But 

 when we got in sight of little old New 

 York again I knew that I was sorry to 

 be nearing home. We had a rattling 

 good time, fine weather, little to do but 

 loaf around and smoke, and swap tales, 

 and Billy had converted me into a con- 

 firmed motor-boater. I've just bought 

 a 2 1 -foot boat for myself and that's why 

 it is undoubtedly Billy's fault. 



SPRI NG 



By ARTHUR L. PHELPS 



Spring's ccmin', sap's runnin', 

 Robin's sparkin', chipmunk's larkin'. 

 Man, I'm glad! 

 It's Spring. 



Fields greenin', sun shinin', 

 Buds shootin', bees lootin'. 

 Man, I'm glad! 

 It's Spring. 



Woodchuck airin', red squirrel starin', 

 Buckets fillin', sap spillin'. 

 Man, I'm glad! 

 It's Spring. 



