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THE GUIDE TO NATURE 
In the Home of The Agass'z Association. 
(Written on the clay the Merrill Business 
College students visited ArcAdiA.) 
Our life is much like a railroad, 
Just a right-of-way and two streaks of 
rust, 
There are no return tickets issued. 
And, of course, make the trip we must. 
Onward we travel so swiftly, 
Nor linger we by the way 
To see in all God’s creations 
The beauties of just one day. 
I’ll tell you of a trip we made — 
It won’t take very long — 
To dear old Dr. Bigelow’s place, 
Just five and forty strong. 
We were students of Merrill College, 
Invited to spend the day 
At the ArcAdiA, to study Nature 
And learn of the wonderful way 
She has of revealing her secrets 
Of Life’s mysteries. The tint and the glow 
Is found in the tiniest insect 
That lives where the Calamus grow. 
We left the “ArcAdiA Special” at the corner 
And walked slowly down the street, 
Passed the sign that bade us “Welcome,” 
Which assured us we need not retreat. 
W£ were greeted in “Little Japan” by the 
Doctor; 
And the clasp of his hand made us feel 
We were boys and girls of one family; 
One Father, One World, and One Ideal. 
He talked to us there for a little while, 
Then led us out under the trees, 
And gave us a wonderful demonstration 
Of what love can do with the bees. 
Some had the courage to follow him 
Close to the bees and their hives, 
While others remained far in the back 
Ready to make a dash for their lives. 
The Misses Leary, Epstein and Bennett, 
Messrs. Carlson, Skiba, Chick and Alfau, 
Miss Hecht, Miss Spesha, were the true 
students 
Of Nature; understanding Love and its 
law. 
The bees buzzed love in their ears, 
Crawled affectionately on their clothes, 
They played with them fondly, but the noise 
they made 
Seemed to those in the background a 
warning to go. 
It was a wonderful lesson Dr. Bigelow 
taught us — 
For long in our memory, I know, it will 
cling — 
Of a love so real, so true, so divine, 
That could rob a bee of its sting. 
Then for a trip to the swamp we started, 
Where the lilies love to grow, 
Mr. Bullfrog blinked us a greeting, 
And an invitation to go 
Right into the heart of the swamp, 
To the place they call “The Retreat,” 
Where huckleberry bushes grow up high 
And ferns and sweet grass at our feet. 
We lingered a while in this Sanctum Sanc- 
torum, 
Not a sound of the outside world was 
heard, 
The leaves of the trees preached a sermon — 
Like Jack in the Pulpit, they said not a 
word — 
But we heard with the ears of a nature-lover 
The rustle of the leaves on the trees, 
And the fragrance of the sweet-fern con- 
vinced us 
That Life, not Death, is all mysteries. 
The path led us back to the pavilion 
Where the tables were set for our lunch. 
We were all very happy, but hungry — 
A hungry, frolicing, rollicking bunch — 
The boys cut the wood and made the fire, 
And the girls cook the “goods” on the 
grill— 
And but for the thunder, the storm and the 
lightning, 
We might have been lingering there still. 
• — Jean Dawless. 
The Guide to Nature is always- 
looked forward to and its contents so 
beautifully arranged the writer could 
not offer any suggestion only to say we 
hope every home is subscribing. — Mrs. 
Alida J. Cumming, Sound Beach,. 
Connecticut. 
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Ending now our little poem, 
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We clearly understand Einstein’s 
theory that the universe is finite — or 
we think we do — but what puzzles us 
is: What’s outside of it? — New York 
Call. 
