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BY THE WAYSIDE. 
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at last hoping it would soon stop. It did not 
stop, but next morning about half-past eight 
all her friends arrived. 
Just at that time I was passing Miss 
Thrush’s home and heard so many different 
birds chattering all at the same time. I stop¬ 
ped and tried my best to see where they were 
but could not find them. 
The house girl came out of Mrs, H--—’s 
house and tried to see where they were but she 
could not see them any more than I could. I 
guess this is because they had entered Miss 
Julia’s house. Still we could hear them. They 
all felt very bad because they were just soak¬ 
ing wet and they all had on their new party 
clothes. 
Miss Julia cheered them up by saying that 
they could soon get dry if they hopped about, 
also by giving them a bow of green ribbon as 
a souvenir. So Mr Robin, Cardinal, and the 
Sparrow brothers did the best they could to 
supply enough music for them to dance by. 
After a short time luncheon was served 
which consisted of a few young blades of grass 
and some choice bugs. 
After some more dancing Miss Julia had to 
bid her friends good-by and they all departed 
to their homes. Mildred Dixon, 
Ae-e 14. North Alton, Ill. 
Deer Park, Wis. 
Dear Wayside: I saw a bird the other day. 
His breast was red and his back was brownish 
color. His name was robin red breast. He 
builds his nest two times a season. His eggs 
are pale green. The robin eats the worms up. 
Age 10 years. John Paulson. 
Deer Park, Wis. 
Dear Wayside: One day this winter as I 
was going out to the barn I saw a butcher 
bird chasing an English sparrow, lie chased 
the sparrow from shed to shed. At last the 
butcher bird caught the sparrow. 
The butcher bird lit on the ground with the 
little sparrow between its feet expecting to 
peck it in the head and kill it. I hurried to 
drive the butcher bird off. I frightened the 
butcher bird so it flew off but when the spar¬ 
row flew the butcher bird flew after it, and 
drove it back and forth for a while. Pretty 
soon the little sparrow got tired and then flew 
into a load of straw which stood by the barn. 
1 looked for it quite a while but I suppose it 
was hidden some place in the straw so that I 
could not find it. The butcher bird is cruel to 
other little birds that it can hurt. I am a 
member of the Audubon Society and I am going 
to protect the birds. I and my brother have 
made a bird house which has three stories. 
Orville Fours, age 12 years. 
Tinley Park, Ill. 
Dear Wayside: I will write you a letter 
about the Woodpecker. The Woodpecker al¬ 
ways comes in front of our door, and in sum- 
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mer time he pecks on an old tin can and wakes 
us up in the morning. And one morning I put 
some bread crumbs in the hole he made in the 
tree and he ate all the bread crumbs I put in 
the hole. 
Sometimes the Woodpecker comes in front of 
our door and taps at the door. But if the cats 
come he flies away. I like to see the birds 
in summer hop from one tree to another tree. 
I love to hear the birds sing. I am so sorry 
that some of the people are so bad to the poor 
birds and kill them, the pretty little birds. 
Acre 14. Martha Sciimaedeke. 
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A Rabbit Met a Donkey. 
“What a queer little horse!” thought the 
rabbit, “and—my, what big ears!” 
“What a strange cat!” thought the donkey, 
“and—my, what big ears!” 
But all they said was, “Good day.” 
—From St. Nicholas. 
