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BY TIIE WAYSIDE 
BY THE WAYSIDE 
Published on the tenth of each month except 
July and August. 
The official organ of the Wisconsin, Illinois and 
Michigan Audubon Societies. 
Twenty-five cents per year Siiiffle copies 5 cents 
All communications should be sent to Roland E* 
Kremers, 1720 Vilas St., Madison, Wis. 
To the Subscribers of ‘ By the Wayside" 
As you know, this magazine is the of¬ 
ficial organ of the Wisconsin Audubon 
Society. It has been thought best to 
transfer the business end of its publica¬ 
tion to the General Secretary and 
Treasurer and the editing of the paper 
has been taken up by the new editor, 
Miss Schnackenberg. Please address all 
communications and all subscriptions to 
Roland E. Kremers, Secretary and 
Treasurer, Wisconsin Audubon Society, 
1720 Vilas Street, Madison, Wis. 
Christmas Feast for the Birds 
At the suggestion of Irene Osgood, an 
English novelist, the “Uncle Dick So¬ 
ciety’ 7 of England, numbering between 
three or four thousand young people, 
made a point of seing that all the birds 
were fed on Christmas day. The plan 
was well carried out; and meat bones, 
lumps of fat, bread crumbs and cocoa- 
nuts cut in two were hung in prominent 
places. Water in shallow basins was put 
out to give drinking and bathing places 
for the songsters. Why do the young 
people of this country forget the birds 
on Christmas day, when each of us ought 
to be doing something for others. Many 
people give ribbons to the pet dog or cat 
and lumps of sugar to the pony and 
horse. But, I warrant, few give a single 
thought to the birds outside in the cold. 
Let us see if we can’t make the little 
feathered creatures feel that it is a day 
of rejoicing when the twenty-fifth of this 
month arrives. They will do their share 
by adding music to the program of the 
day. 
217 Langdon St., 
Madison., Wis., 
Nov. 30, 1910. 
Dear Wayside*.— 
Every noon when I come home from 
school there are always four squirrels 
which are waiting to be fed. One noon 
there was only one squirrel to greet me. 
I looked around but could not find the 
others. I fed this one and he went 
away. Soon he came again with an 
eager-looking face. I wondered what 
was the matter, so I followed him and 
found his mate lying on the ground as 
if it were hurt. I picked it up, brought 
it home and took it in the house. When 
my father came home I asked him if 
he would make a bird house for it and 
he said, “Yes.” When father finished 
it I put the squirrel in and put in some 
straw and cracked nuts. The next day 
I went out to see if it was all right ana 
it was. Ever since then he has been 
my pet and I think he likes me because 
he is so affectionate. 
Yours truly, 
Mary Parkinson. 
