BY THE WAYSIDE 
103 
If one of the little swifts should fall 
out of the nest it would probably be 
killed. 
Their feed is flies mostly. It has a 
very big mouth in proportion to its size. 
They are very common in Mazomanie. 
Around the school-house chimney in 
summer there are a lot of them. They 
fly around the chimney from about half 
past six 'to half past eight. 
Yours truly, 
Winfred Johnson. 
Age 11. 
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other local movements, but they are in¬ 
dependent if not ignorant of the state 
society. I do not deprecate local socie¬ 
ties, far from it, but I believe that far 
greater efficiency may be obtained from 
a united effort. Then, too, many of the 
members do not have the right attitude. 
They may themselves thoroughly believe 
in our work, they may even pay their 
dues regularly, but they look upon us 
as a group interested in the right direc¬ 
tion, but not as live fighting organiza¬ 
tion. Yet when was there ever a 
greater need for earnest fighting than 
now? Clearly the solution lies in get¬ 
ting more and better members. But as 
to the getting them I have no- further 
suggestion than that we all pitch in and 
help. 
These in the main are the points which 
seemed fit subjects for presentation here 
tonight. The work before us is vast, 
our number few. But let us not be dis¬ 
couraged. Archimedes once said, “Give 
me a lever and a place to stand and I 
will move the world.” The issue of the 
Audubon Movement is such a lever 
and our end of it is the end on which 
to stand. 
THE CHICKADEE. 
“Were it not for me,'* 
Said a chickadee, 
“Not a single flower on earth would 
be; 
For under the ground they soundly 
sleep, 
And never venture an upward peep, 
Till they hear from me, 
Chickadee—dee—dee ! 
“I tell Jack Frost when 'tis time to go 
And carry away the ice and snow; 
And then I hint to the jolly old sun, 
‘A little spring work, sir, should be 
done.' 
And he smiles around 
On the frozen ground, 
And I keep up my cherry, cherry 
sound, 
Till echo declares in glee, in glee; 
'Tis he! ’tis he! 
The Chickadee—dee !” 
“And I awaken the birds of Spring— 
‘Ho ho! 'Tis t me to be on the wing.' 
They trill and twitter and soar aloft. 
And I send the winds to whisper soft, 
Down by the little flower beds, 
Saying, ‘Come show your pretty heads! 
The spring is coming ,you see, you 
see! 
For so sings he, 
The Chickadee—dee !” 
—Sidney Day re. 
The little birds sits at his door in the 
sun. 
Atilt like a blossom among the leaves, 
His mate feels the eggs beneath her 
wings 
And the heart of her dumb breast flut¬ 
ters and sings ; 
He sings to the wide world, and she to 
her nest, 
In the wise ear of Nature, which song 
in the best ? 
—Janies Russell Lowell. 
