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Disbursements: 
Deposited with Bank.$134.13 
Stamps, bought or transferred 5.88 
Wayside mailing deposit.... 2.00 
Balance, cash on hand. 20.68 
Statement of financial condition: 
Assets: 
Balance in Bank .$19.41 
Cash not deposited. 20.68 
Balance due on loan. 3.50 
Total ..$162.69 
Bank Account 
Assets: 
Balance Sept. 1 1912.$ 0.03 
Deposited . 134.13 
$43.59 
Outstanding: 
Mav and June Wayside(esti- 
mated) .$30.00 
Apply to next year’s dues. . . . 10.25 
$134.16 
Disbursements: 
Vouchers 1—7, inclusive. . . .$114.75 
Balance in bank. 19.41 
$40.25 
$134.16 
Estimated balance of assets. .$ 3.34 
Roland E. Kremers, 
Secret ary -Treasurer. 
A DAY THAT WAS ALIVE 
By Victor Kutchin 
The tapping of a branch, adorned 
with fresh young leaves, against my 
window pane called me from sleep to 
share the prodigal life of a misty May 
morning that was all a-flutter with the 
wings of returning migrants. The 
aforementioned branch was bending 
beneath the weight of a strange war¬ 
bler, one so rare as to make the day 
on which it is seen stand out as a “red 
letter day.” 
The folly of many a bird lover is 
like that of Sir Launfal, who sought 
the Holy Grail in remote parts of the 
earth and found it at last at his own 
door. If you have plenty of trees on 
a city lot, the rare birds you seek, are 
seeking you and often are to be seen 
from vour window. This was my own 
experience. Here was a Cape May 
warbler looking in my window, before 
I was half awake, and I had sought 
him afield over weary miles and had 
not found him. 
Oh! Oh! bless his heart there is an 
oven bird, the shape of whose nest has 
given him an absurd name, but he 
clearly does not feel the weight of it, 
for he is walking about the lawn with 
all the dignity of a newly elected al¬ 
derman. It must have been his name 
that deluded me, for in the old days 
that were, I sought him in all manner 
of remote places and finally saw the 
lordly mite walking along beneath the 
window of my Den, as though he had 
his hands in his pockets and was 
merely out for a stroll. 
From the perfect green of the lawn, 
to the tender promise of green in tree 
tops, the blessed world is alive and to 
Creation has been added a benediction 
that is also a choral melody. In this 
indescribable Bird Orchestra, where by 
some strange magic things individ¬ 
ually discordant are blended into per¬ 
fect melody, there are myriad singers. 
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