Our Happiest New Year Reminder. 
On January first we received a let- 
ter from our good friend, Mr. A. T. 
Cook, of Hyde Park, New York, in 
which he stated as follows : 
“As some appreciation of your work 
and of your splendid magazine, The 
Guide. to Nature, I am sending you en- 
closed forty names for a year’s sub- 
scription. and check for $60.00. I am 
giving these to my friends and know 
they will be highly esteemed. I hope 
many more of your subscribers will do 
as well.” 
This is a good example for some of 
our other friends to follow. It not only 
directly helps us in our work here at 
ArcAdiA but opens new channels for 
its dissemination, and wins not only 
new friends to The Agassiz Associa- 
tion but the gratitude of many friends 
of the donor. 
An Efficient General Contractor. 
It is with much pleasure and with a 
feeling of gratitude for efficient ser- 
vice that we call the attention of those 
interested in building, stone work, etc., 
to our advertiser, A. Louis Spezzano, 
General Contractor, Post Road, River- 
side, Connecticut ; telephone Sound 
Beach 145. Mr. Spezzano conscien- 
tiously and efficiently attended to some 
work that we entrusted to his care. In 
our appreciation of what he did, we 
should like to pass on a good word for 
him to others who may need work of 
that kind. 
A Bird Almanac for 1921. 
The Audubon Society of Buffalo, 
New York, has published a beautiful 
almanac with illustrations and quota- 
tions that will please every bird lover. 
Any one interested, and most of our 
readers are interested, should address 
Mrs. Charles M. Wilson, 503 Lafayette 
Avenue, Buffalo, New York. 
Maybe You Can Tell. 
I met a chap I knew on the street 
the other morning. 
“Say,” he said, “do you know why a 
man who has fished all day and caught 
nothing, is like a doctor who adver- 
tises for business?” 
I suggested that each was a patient 
angler. But that did not suit him. Then 
I ventured an opinion that maybe both 
were after suckers. But he shook his 
head and walked sadly away. 
I puzzled over the thing all day. I 
took it to bed with me at night. About 
1 a. m. I couldn’t stand it any longer. 
I arose, and called him up. He was 
evidently awakened with some diffi- 
culty, but presently I had him on the 
phone. 
“Now,” I said, “please tell me why a 
man who has fished all day and caught 
nothing is like a doctor who advertises 
for business.” 
“You poor simp,” he bellowed. “If 
I’d known it myself I wouldn’t have 
needed to ask you.” 
Natural History Photograph. 
George Tressel, the San Francisco 
newsdealer, had himself photographed 
for the Trade Journal, but didn’t like 
the result. He dashed into the photog- 
rapher’s office with the pictures in his 
hand. 
“I don’t like these photos at all,” he 
said, “I look like an ape.” 
The photographer favored him with 
a glance of lofty disdain. 
“You should have thought of that be- 
fore you had them taken,” was his 
reply, as he turned back to work. 
The Bugamist. 
A Tune bug married an angleworm ; 
An accident cut her in two. 
They charged the bug with bigamy ; 
Now what could the poor thing do? 
— Punch Bowl. 
