Maytime 



By Millie Noel Long 



Do you hear the bees a-humming? 

 Do you hear the frogs a-strumming 



In the shaded pool? 

 May is here in all her brightness, 

 Leaves are stirred with fairy lightness 



By the breezes cool. 



Lambs are frisking o'er the meadow 

 And their mothers, in the shadow 

 Watch with tender eyes; 

 All the world is new in seeming, — 

 From the earth, refreshed and teeming, 

 Subtle perfumes rise. 



Earth is full of love and gladness, 

 There's no place for gloom or sadness 



'Neath the Maytime skies ; 

 Let us make a joy of duty, 

 While from souls refreshed by beauty. 



Grateful praises rise. 



Protection of Birds a Farm Asset 



By C. C. Clute 



If one-tenth of all the agricultural products raised annually in the United 

 States were scattered over different sections of the country where most needed, 

 would it help fight the high cost of living? Statistics show that annually there is 

 a loss of between $800,000,000 and $900,000,000 in the agricultural products of 

 the United States, all due to the ravages of insects. 



This fact was cited recently by a leading Chicago paper, and it was further 

 cited that the loss might be materially lessened were birds protected as they should 

 be. When one of the leading metropolitan newspapers of the land advocates that 

 every available plot of ground be turned into a garden spot and cultivated, and 

 when in the same issue that same paper urges that birds be protected that they 

 might destroy insects, it is surely time for everyone to consider what part he is 

 to do in the w^ork, and insofar as possible lend a hand in doing his mite. One 



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