'I\ Johnson, Greenhorn, E. Blanche Blood, James 
W. Gilmor, Polly Anthus, H. E. C., and Robeit 
Mullen. 
Prizes were awarded as follows: Dictionary to 
Bertha M. Holgate; Pocket M; gnifier to John F 
Merriam. 
JANUARY GARNERINGS 
No. 1. Numerical Enigma. 
The whole, composed of 12 letters, is a flowering 
-shrub. 
The 1, 7, 8, G is to locate 
The 2, 11, 3, 9 is to cover. 
The 4. 10, 5, 12, 7 is a sluggard. Ruthven. 
No. 2. Double Diagonals, 
1. A flower. 2. Urgent. 3. Seriousness. 4. Weap¬ 
ons 5. Vicious. 6. Warlike. 7. A word which has 
the same meaning as another word. 
Diagonals: Left to right; A kind of puzzle. Right 
to left; Species of puzzles. Willie Winkle. 
No. 3. Charade. 
The sky, with clouds, was overcast. 
The dust and leaves went sailing past, 
With rush and roar the first came down, 
And ie it destruction to the town. 
When boating on the the water wide, 
You wish to go r g linst the tide, 
My second you will have to do, 
To get your boat to travel through. 
Maud Muller, on that sutnm ?r dajp, 
When in meadow, raking hay, 
With all her muscle, heart and soul 
>Could only get it into whole. Lamps. 
No. 4. Double Acrostic. 
(Words of five letters.) 
1. To balance. 2. To slacken. 3. Beyond. 4. To 
•delight. 5. To furnish. 6. Danger. 7. A topic. 
Primals: A mandate. 
Finals: A Pattern. Undine. 
No. 15. Charade. 
My first is a man, yet always a boy, 
Sometimes a baby—a fond mother’s joy*, 
My second is, simply, to mix or to boil, 
In which you can see nothing but toil. 
•But all must confess, in this “day’ and age,” 
To do this is a sin, yet men in it engage. 
So the business by all should be accursed, 
For it'worketh great ruin, though slowly at first. 
My icholeis aJanguage used of old 
d think at the time-Joseph was sold. 
Jacob, himself, with his sons, three and nine, 
Was sire of-the whole of this nation you'll fi id 
B. M. H 
No. 6. Deletions. 
1. Take a letter from double, and leave to deceive. 
~j. From silent, and leave to confer a title. 3. A giv¬ 
er, and leave an entrance. 4. Right, as opposed to 
i he left, and leave to prevent, 5. Progress down¬ 
ward, and leave becoming. -6. To deduce from, apd 
-leave -to urge on. Ann O. Tator. 
Answers in March number. 
Prizes.— For best list of answers; The American 
Rural Horne, weekly for one year. 
For second best list: Seed-Time and Harvest, 
monthly foi one year. 
Awards subject to usual regulations. 
Answers must be received before February 13tli 
1 o receive attention 
Our Cozy Corner. 
Jeane: You would have received the first prize; 
but as you specially requested not to be entered into 
the competition you were counted out. — B M.H.: 
We can think of no better way: cannot you suggest 
one:• We should be pleased to receive any sug¬ 
gestions..—A. O. S. Gla.1 you have not deserted puz- 
zledom. You do not seem to have lost any of your 
former skill in solving puzzles. Please to report every 
month. — Undine: Many thanks for birthday card 
and for kiud interest taken in the Garnerings; hope 
you will never lose that interest, — Ruthven: We have 
done the best we could and if you were to take a 
peep into the record books you would at once see 
how just was the decision. This is not in answer to 
any complaint you have made, (as you have never 
made one) but in case you should deem us in fault.--- 
Jeane: There is not much serse to weather proverbs; 
but they are useful in their way in puzzling people, 
and we have used a few on account of their quaint¬ 
ness.— M. D. M .: Please w send answers to the puz¬ 
zle editor whose address you will find at the head of 
this department. Pleased tc hear you enjoy work 
ing out puzzles. — Myself: Your answers for Nov¬ 
ember reached us too late to be credited More next 
month, as we have exceeded our limits. F. S. F 
CHILDHOOD’S YEARS. 
BY W. B. FOX. 
O, Fleeting Time! Give back to me 
The joys of childhood's happy years! 
Give back the hours from anguish free 
And take these bitter sighs and tears! 
For I am weary and would fain. 
Forget the dreams that round me cling; 
Of hopes I cherished, crushed and slain, 
That o’er me now their shadows tling. 
Slowly the pain-frought years go by. 
Watching life’s flowers fade and die. 
I count them not, howe'er they flee, 
For life is but a dream to me. 
Long, long ago with trust betray’d 
I saw from life the sunshine fade. 
And earth grew drearer, day by day, 
As all that cheer'd it fled away. 
Love’s holy vows I've found untrue, 
And soon forgot for a face that's new. 
If honor and wealth fills the offer'd hand, 
It matters not for the heart's demand. 
Low, at the guilded shrine of Fame, 
I've seen the faiihless heart bow down, 
To win the praise of a favor’d name. 
Which paltry greatness gave renown. 
