344 



RECREATION 



K. Y. Taylor 43 167 47 299 52 268 



A. B. Casselman 39 127 49 201 52 278 



T. Hussey 29 129 46 192 54 284 



H. B. Richardson 33 12 9 5 1 165 51 253 



E. I. Bruce 31 45 39 169 53 225 



Dr. A. M. Phillips 29 117 45 201 48 211 



A. E. Spink 23 67 53 175 53 275 



F. A. Bruce 18 102 39 157 49 229 



H. R. Bruce 18 76 39 129 48 206 



Dr. E. B. Weston.... 22 76 30 122 45 189 



H. E. Rounds 13 43 21 79 27 66 



DOUBLE NATIONAL ROUND. 

 LADIES. 



60 Yds. 50 Yds. 



H. S. H. S. 



Mrs. M. C. Howell 80 366 44 204 



Mrs. A. M. Phillips 64 244 42 220 



Mrs. F. E. Canfield 22 80 22 70 



Mrs. E. B. Weston 8 34 12 36 



Miss Caroline Bruce o o 6 20 



142 

 140 



634 

 606 



129 



605 



129 



547 



123 



539 



121 



529 



119 

 Il6 



517 

 488 



I05 



411 



97 



58 



387 

 188 



Total 



H. 



S. 



124 

 106 



570 

 464 



44 



150 



20 



70 



6 



20 



DOUBLE COLUMBIA ROUND. 



LADIES. 



50 Yds. 40 Yds. 30 Yds. 



H. S. H. S. II. S. 



Mrs. M. C. Howell 47 253 47 305 44 352 



Mrs. A. M. Phillips 34 162 45 223 48 314 



Mrs. C. S. Woodruff 14 52 38 212 45 283 



Mrs. F. E. Canfield 28 92 34 140 44 252 



Mrs. E. B. Weston 13 47 29 109 41 231 



Total 



H. S. 



142 910 



127 699 



97 547 



108 484 



83 387 



RAIN IN AUTUMN 



By CLARENCE H. URNER. 



The smitten landscape writhed beneath the 

 blaze 

 Of fiery shafts till flower and plant are 



slain ; 

 Not now the lea and hill slope thirst for 

 rain, 

 For reaped and shocked the earless stalks of 



maize ; 

 Yet, skies let fall their freight for days and 

 days 

 On tracts of waste, and not on fields of 



grain, 

 Till, like a brook, wild waters flood the 

 lane 

 And tribute streams plow through the garden 

 ways. 



Ye long, brief days, shall light once more 

 illume 

 The vault that seems to hover close to 

 earth ? 

 Must nights still wear their thick Plutonian 

 gloom, 

 And barren farms be always cursed with 

 dearth? 

 Shall flowerless plots again burst forth in 

 bloom. 

 And birdless trees ring out with songs of 

 mirth? 



