The RURAL NEW-YORKER 
825 
That Strange Fish 
It was interesting to have two readers, 
hoth of them living on Long Island, send 
the name of the curious fish whose pic¬ 
ture appeared on last month's Page. That 
only goes to prove that some one of our 
great big family can answer any question 
that comes up. In this way we are all 
going to have the benefit of what each 
one knows. 
The first letter that came was as fol¬ 
lows : 
I notice yon are asking who can name 
this fish. I am glad enough to contribute 
that little hit of my knowledge to Our 
Page. The lisli appeared to be what is 
called commonly a goose-fish <«r angler, 
scientifically called Lapkins pucnlorius. 
If not, I am greatly mistaken. 
LUCIEN you if \ iHit (U> years). 
In the next mail Milda Grants wrote: 
“I think the large fish might he a New 
England coast angler.” With this in¬ 
formation your editor looked in the ency¬ 
clopedia under anglor and, sure enough, 
there the fish was described and a pic¬ 
ture given. If you will do the same you 
will he interested in what you learn about 
the angler, also known as goose-fish, 
monk-fish, all-month and fishing-frog. 
Books Are on the Shelf 
At. least that is where I think they 
must be. for not a single write-up on last 
month’s titles has come in. Of course 
you have only had a week, and without 
douht I will no sooner put this June Page 
into the mail on its way to the print¬ 
er than in will come several book 
write-ups. some drawings, more ans¬ 
wers to the Nature I’uz/.le and other 
things that belong in here. How¬ 
ever, it can’t he helped. A paper is 
like a railroad train it has to go out on 
time and it can’t wait. So those of yon 
who got left must take heed. The very 
best time to write to Our Page is just 
after you read it. At any rate, don’t 
wait longer than a week. Then the 
things we are talking about and doing 
are fresh in your mind and your letters 
will help most. 
Perhaps you are just taking a vacation 
from hooks for a little while. It would 
not be strange if you did after a year of 
school. Put one of these long Summer 
days you will look for a book to take out 
with you to the hammock under the old 
apple tree, or down beside the brook, or 
into the haymow, if it is raining. I hope 
yon have kept in a little note book the 
20 titles that have been printed on Our 
Page this year. Four more are given 
below to add to the list, and if you have 
read any of them describe one in not 
more than 150 of your own words and 
send the write-up to me to use in the 
July Page. 
“Children’s Book of Patriotic Stories,” 
by Asa D. Dickinson. 
“In Sunny Spain,” by Katharine Lee 
Rates. 
“Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm,” by 
Kate Douglas Wiggin. 
Poem : “Barbara Frietchie,” by John 
Rreenleaf Whittier. 
A good letter did come to me about 
hooks and rending. Here it is: 
It is quite a long time since I have 
written, but you need not think 1 have 
lost interest in Our Page, because I 
haven’t. I am quite a hookworm, and 
when 1 see the name of a book I haven’t 
read on the "book shelf" I hunt it up in 
the library as soon as 1 can and read it. 
We had most of the stories iri “Tnngle- 
vood Tales" in ancient history, hut in 
that they wire so brief that I enjoyed 
reading them in longer form. 
You mentioned a few books that help 
to identify (lowers. One of my favorites 
is “Wild Flowers Every Child Should 
Know." by Frederick 'William Stack It 
should he found in any public library. 
Your friend. louise foye. 
Pennsylvania. 
Our Artists 
You will find on this Page some of ti e 
drawings that came in answer to P’O 
little rhyme given last month. I think 
they are very interesting and well done. 
It was not an easy subject to draw, an I 
that is all the more reason why we should 
he proud of "our artists,” not only those 
whose drawings are printed, hut all who 
had the courage and good spirit to do 
their best and send the result. The full 
list up to the time of writing is as 
follows: 
New York State: Marion Frisbe**, 
Dorothy Story, Teas Tsehantre, A. C. 
llake. Seth Coombs. Marjorie Rambo, 
Early one morning I saw Sue and Jim, 
Out in the garden, with rows neat and trim, 
Hoeing and weeding their vegetables fine— 
If you try you can give us the picture in line. 
Drawn by Joy Dow (l'i Years), Michigan 
Drawn by Laura Augstadt, Pennsylvania 
Drawn by iY;s Tiehuntre (JJ Years), A <w lurk 
Cora Blasdell, Isabella Whitford. 
Pennsylvania : Elsie Brossman, Laura 
Augstadt, Helen Kauffman. 
Maine: Margaret Nivison. 
Connecticut.: Norman II. 
Michigan : Joy Dow. 
This drawing—shall we call it work or 
play or contest, or what shall we call it? 
—is a lot of fun and good practice. 
Don’t he afraid to try because you think 
your drawing is not good enough. If it 
is your own and your best, that is all we 
ask. You will improve with practice, 
but how can you ever improve without 
practice? No drawing is ever perfect. 
It Is well that this is so. The great in¬ 
terest in liviug is that we may do better 
tomorrow than we have done today. How¬ 
ever, to come to the point, suppose we 
try another drawing rhyme for next 
month, one that will be a little easier. 
How-5s this? 
In a box on a post lived a pair of chick¬ 
adees. 
Close by stood a tree that stirred softly 
in the breeze; 
One day out Came six little birds, and 
they sat 
In a row on a limb—make a picture of 
that! 
Now he snre to send your drawing 
early, and perhaps you will tuck in a 
little rhyme of your own suggestion for 
another set of drawings. 
Nuts to Crack 
1. A number of you sent the correct 
answer to the problem given in May. 
which is: 
5 calves at $10. $50.00 
1 pig at $3.00. 3.00 
04 chickens at 50c. 47.00 
100 animals for.$100.00 
2. The riddle was a thorn or splinter. 
Some guessed this correctly. Others said 
Poison ivy, a sting, mud and a hole torn 
iu the clothes, which are certainly not 
1 ad guesses. 
3. The houses and wells problem is 
still unsolved, except by running one pipe 
through a house or well. I think per¬ 
haps that is the only way it can be done. 
For the next time let's try these: 
1. A Riddle. Half a dozen readers 
have sent the following riddle, which is 
probably familiar to most of you, but 
may be new to some. It is a very good 
one: 
In marble walls as white as milk, 
Lined with hangings soft as silk. 
Within a fountain, crystal clear, 
A golden apple doth appear. 
No doors there are to this stronghold. 
Yet thieves break iu and steal the gold. 
A Few Items 
Gertrude Iletzel, a Wisconsin reader, 
sent the words in the Box. We hope that 
no month will ever fail to bring Our Page 
with it. and that there will always be new 
friends as well as old ones. Both of 
these things will come to pass most surely 
if all our readers feel a personal share in 
the Page. 
June is nearing its close, and soon the 
Fourth of July and midsummer will he 
here. We are sorry to see each lovely 
month go; glad to welcome each new one 
for the things it holds in store. A Vir¬ 
ginia reader. Julia 'Wilson, sent a couple 
of quotations that are fitting to the time 
when you will read this Page. She did 
not know the name of the author of the 
first one; perhaps some other reader will 
know. 
Slower, sweet June, each step more slow. 
Linger and loiter as you go. 
Flv not across the Summer so. 
Sweet June, be slow. 
4s * * * * * 
Slower, sweet June, again I cry. 
She does not stop to say goodby. 
But toward the North and toward the 
South 
She turns. I seek her rosy mouth 
For one more kiss, 1 press her hair 
And know, alas! she is not there. 
The other one is hv Lucy Larcom : 
June falls- asleep upon her bier of flowers; 
la vain are dewdrops sprinkled over her. 
In vain would fond winds fan her back to 
life ; 
Iler hours are numbered on the floral dial. 
So here we are at the good-bye place 
again. Let us not forget the friendship 
of Our Page between the times of its ap¬ 
pearance, Your editor is always glad to 
hear from you and hopes that many will 
find time and desire to write, addressing 
the letters to Edward M. Tuttle, iu care 
The Rural New-Yorker, 333 West 30th 
Street, New York City. 
