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We raised the netting as much as 
we could, but it made not the slightest 
difference whatsoever to the little 
black- eyed villain, who still managed 
to get his meals by use of that lizard- 
like instrument of his. We have been 
forced to let the little wretch have his 
own way, and although we keep nuts 
and seeds on another shelf for him, 
he prefers the other. I imagine that he 
feels that he has put one over on us. 
At any rate there is always a trace of 
bravado upon his wicked little coun- 
tenance whenever he sees that we are 
watching him ! 
Temple Israel of New Rochelle, 
36 Banks Street 
New Rochelle, N. Y. 
March 1, 1922. 
My dear Mr. Bigelow : 
I want you to know how deeply I 
appreciate your trouble on our account 
last Saturday afternoon. After we left 
ArcAdiA, almost every child spoke to 
me of the wonderful time that it had 
had, and how much interested it had 
been in your work. I think that you 
did a great deal to inspire them with a 
love for nature study. As for myself. 
I was both delighted and charmed, and 
I want to thank you and your daugh- 
ters for one of the pleasantest after- 
noons that I have ever spent. I hope 
that you will permit me to take advan- 
tage of your kind offer to visit you 
again later in the season. 
Very sincerely, 
Richard M. Stern, Rabbi. 
A Parental Rooster. 
BY DON C. SEITZ, COS COB, CONN. 
The lord of my chicken yard at Cos 
Cob is a magnificent Rhode Island Red 
rooster, standing full twenty-six inches 
in height and built accordingly. In 
last year’s crop of mail order young- 
sters under his jurisdiction, are a num- 
ber of vigorous white Wyandotte cock- 
erels. The other day a pair of these 
took umbrage at each other and en- 
gaged in fierce combat. The lordly 
Red walked over to the scene, leaped 
between the fighting pair, swept them 
apart with his wings and sternly or- 
dered them to desist. I never saw such 
an action before on the part of bird or 
animal. 
April’s like a rainbow 
After storm and blow, 
The perfect ending to a time of stress : 
For after winter’s hold 
Of ice and sleet and cold. 
Her gentle zephyrs come as a caress. 
— Emma Peirce. 
SONG. 
By William Watson. 
April, April, 
Laugh thy girlish laughter ; 
Then, the moment after, 
Weep thy girlish tears! 
April, that mine ears 
Like a lover greetest. 
If I tell thee, sweetest, 
All my hopes and fears, 
April, April, 
Laugh thy golden laughter, 
But, the moment after, 
Weep thy golden tears! 
New York World. 
