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BY THE WAYSIDE. 
BY THE WAYSIDE 
Published on the fifteenth of each month. 
The official organ of the Wisconsin and Illinois Audu¬ 
bon Societies. 
Twenty=five cents per year. Single copies, three cents. 
All communications should be sent to Mrs. G. W. 
Peckham, 646 Marshall St., Milwaukee, Wis. 
The new editor and manager of the Wayside 
is Miss Ruth Marshall of Appleton. In 1901 
she took a course in Nature Study under Prof. 
C. F. Hodge of Clark University, and since 
that time she has been trying to carry out his 
ideas in the Appleton schools, meeting with the 
trrade teachers once or twice a month, and giv- 
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in ( r nature lessons every week to the se'enth 
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grades, besides teaching a class of little girls. 
All this is in addition to Miss Marshall s regu¬ 
lar work as a High School teacher. 
Mr. Henry L. Ward, custodian of the Mil¬ 
waukee Public Museum, has been made a mem¬ 
ber of Bird-Lore's advisory council. 
made entirely of the hard shell with which the 
first was only tipped. With this he tried his 
worst to break some of your father’s lovely 
scales. Think what a ferocious animal this 
knight must have been! 1 cannot see what they 
are made for; but then, it is instinct, perhaps, 
we must not judge him too harshly. 
“This new weapon met the fate of the other. 
It was crunched up by your father’s strong 
teeth, and then he descended upon the little 
hard-shell man with a great swoop—and that 
ended the battle. Your father is a modest 
dragon, but he was really proud of the swift¬ 
ness with which he ended that conflict. After 
he once had a fair opportunity to use his newly 
sharpened claws, there was no doubt of the 
result. 
“We ate the knight at our next meal. I 
was glad to welcome your father; but he said 
‘Pooh! nonsense!’ and made light of the whole 
matter.’’ 
The young dragons were delighted, and even 
tliought of asking for another story; but their 
mother, for the first time, noticed that it was 
almost broad daylight. 
“But goodness, children, I hear the horrid 
little birds singing!” Said she, “Run away to 
bed with you. Wrap yourselves up tight in 
your moist wings, and be sure to sleep on damp 
rocks in a draught where you will keep good 
and cold.” 
The youngsters crawled away to rest, while 
Mrs. Dragon w r ent to rouse the Honorable 
Samuel P. Dragon. To her surprise she saw 
his great green eyes glowing with a sulphurous 
satisfaction. 
“There w T ere no times like the old times! 
said he drowsily. “That was really a splendid 
hunt.” 
“Yes, dear,” replied his mate, with a proud 
and happy smile, “but I had no idea you were 
listening to my foolish stories. W e must now 
go to rest, or you won’t be up till midnight, 
and then there won’t be a single man about. 
Remember, ‘it is the late dragon that catches j 
the knight.’ ” 
The Honorable Samuel P. Dragon rubbed his 
claws gently together as he selected a nice 
cosy place for the day. He w ? as humming to j 
himself, and faithful Mrs. Dragon smiled 
fondly as she recognized the tune. It was: 
“I fear no foe in shining armor!” 
“Ah!” said she to herself, “the old people 
like man-stories as w T ell as the little ones. 
—From St. Nicholas. 
During the intensely cold weather of February 
large numbers of ducks of several species were 
to be seen in the open water of the Milwaukee 
river. The midst of a noisy city seemed a 
strange place for these shy birds, but they 
disported themselves as though quite at home. 
Others, not so fortunate, were to be found 
starving on the lake shore, the ice preventing 
them from feeding. Rough boys killed many 
of these poor creatures, but other bands of boys j 
did what they could to feed and defend them, 
and even carried many of them to the river, | 
where they w T ere safe. 
