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RECREATION 



hanging a white cloth over the upper half of sary where the window has clear glass, 



the window, so that all the light has to pass Some of the home workers have ground 



through it before falling on the subject, glass placed in the upper sash, and then all 



This gives diffusion, and makes the whole curtains are done away with, making the 



picture softer in tone. This is often neces- work much simpler. 



Photo by Frederick Slocum 



WHEN THE DAYS GROW LONGER 



A BOATING SONG 



LINCOLN HULLEY, PH.F., D£ LAND, FLORIDA 



Row, row, boatman, row, 



Strongly pull the oar, ho! ho! 

 Merrily cut the water, oh! 

 Row, boatman, row. 



Merrily through the waters glide, 

 Speeding away with wind and tide, 

 The moon for a guide, we ride, we ride, 

 Row, boatman, row. 



Love is sweet and eyes are bright 

 Under the vaulted arch of night, 

 Moon, moon, hide your light, 

 Row, boatman, row. 



Plighted troth was n'er so sweet, 

 Never a joy so near complete, 

 The world is conquered beneath our feet, 

 Row, boatman, row. 



Row, row, boatman, row, 

 Happy of heart we homeward go; 

 Pull. with a will, yo ho! heave ho! 

 Row, boatman, row. 



