I.A.S. Newsletter, February 1967 - 5 - 
THREE FUNDS OF I.A.S. NEED YOUR HELP 
ENDOWMENT FUND: Your Society collects money from dues and the sale 
of binoculars, books and other materials, and registration fees at Annual 
Meetings and Camp-Outs, The cost of producing I.A.S, publications, buying 
merchandise for resale and conducting the affairs of the Society almost 
‘equals total income, The balance is put into the Endowment Fund in the 
form of securities approved by the Treasurer and the Finance Committee, 
The By-Laws stipulate that only the investment interest shall be used in 
the operation of the Society, 
Our Endowment Fund is less than $50,000, This is extremely low. For 
comparison, the Florida Audubon is starting a $1,000,000 Endowment Fund 
Drive, Organizations such as ours with a minimal dues structure need 
substantial investment income to provide programs for the benefit and interest 
of its members, 
You can support the Endowment Fund by changing your membership status 
to Life, $100; Benefactor, $500; or Patron, $1,000. The By-Laws state that 
Such dues be placed in this Fund, These dues are income tax deductible, 
You also can make a direct contribution to the Endowment Fund or you can 
make a bequest in your will. The principal is never touched, The income 
perpetuates your support of the Society's work. 
EDUCATION FUND: This Fund supports the educational program of the Society, 
SANCTUARY FUND: This Fund is restricted to the purchase of land to be used 
as a sanctuary for wildlife, native plants and animals, 
Contributions or bequests can be made specifically to these two 
Funds with the satisfaction of knowing that within your lifetime, 
or beyond, your interest in Education or Sanctuaries will be 
fulfilled, 
Gifts or bequests to all I,A.S. Funds are income tax deductible. 
~- Charles Lappen, 
Vice President, Finance, 
CHRISTMAS CENSUS 
At Christmas time we prowl the woods For three full hours we fight the cold. 
And flounder in the snow. Our strength is nearly spent, 
How many birds are in our realm It seems that every single bird 
We simply have to know, Has either gone or went. 
As daylight breaks we're on our way. And now at last our luck turns up -—- 
(How silly can we be?) Five doves, two hawks, a jay } 
We shiver through that first cruel hour Then down the road, along the fence, 
And count O-N-E chickadee { Nine pheasants make our day. 
The sun peeks through the hazy sky. So slowly through the afternoon 
Our spirits rise a notch Our count goes up and up. 
Now someone sights in distant tree We're anxious to wind up the day 
A large, dark, blurry -- blotch, Around the wassail-cup; 
We fight the drifts for half a mile But when we hear those big reports 
(A summer's pleasant walk) From each and every team, 
And then our glasses tell us Our egos fall, our tempers rise -—- 
Those leaves are not a hawk j They've shattered every dream! } 
- Clarence Sparks. 

