BY TUB WAY HI dp: 
19 
A GOOD TIME 
“Am I going hunting this season?” 
Well, really, I may as well say, 
That hunting is not on my program, 
I have found a more excellent way. 
I can see no sport in the killing 
Of innocent creatures for fun, 
And leave them wounded and bleeding 
When the day of the shooting is done. 
Am I then to have no vacation, 
And miss the best time of my life? 
Why bless you, you don’t understand me! 
I've planned to take baby and wife! 
We’ll roam o’er the hills and the valleys, 
We will stroll o’er the meadows so fair; 
We’ll rest in the cool, shady forest, 
With the dear little brothers of air. 
And when we return to the city, 
With faces and hearts all aglow, 
We’ll bring back some memory pictures— 
They will last us a lifetime I know. 
We’ll find we’ve drawn nearer to Nature, 
As along her sweet pathways we trod; 
And loving the least of her creatures, 
Somehow we’ll have drawn closer to God. 
Submitted to “By the Wayside” 
By E. A, Cleasby. 
PARK OF WHITE OAKS 
WITH ACORNS PLACED IN INTERSTICES BY RED-HEADED WOODPECKERS. 
0. G. Libby, Madison, Wis, 
