"DEEPEST WINTER. BY M. F. LAWTON, AGE 17. and we followed this down until we came to a good fishingplace. When we found it we fished until noon, and then started back; but instead of following the creek back, as we should have done, we decided to take a short cut through the forests, and of course we got lost. We wandered around and around, but could not find our camp. At last we built huge bonfires, in the hopes that some one would be looking for us and see them; but it was all in vain, and we wandered around again. We were both sopping wet, our cheeks were as brown as coffee, my hair-ribbon was lost, my hair dangling, and altogether we looked more like wild Indians than common American children. Suddenly we heard a noise. What could it Was it some wild animal? be? Soon we saw a clearing in a forest, and running to it, what should meet our eyes but the ponies which had brought us to camp! They were the prettiest sight to our eyes in the world, for had we not come with the men to picket them, and did we not know the way back to camp? To be sure we did, and you may be certain we were soon started to it, each on a pony. We arrived there safely, and you would have to hunt a long time to find a happier couple of children. We found the men just starting in different directions to hunt us. "" 'GOING TO SCHOOL." BY ROGER K. LANE, AGE 10. OUR RAINY-DAY GOOSE. BY MARGUERITE HOPE FORD (AGE 10). Now, Mollie and I were not only chums, but near neighbors as well. It was a cold, rainy day in November, and she had come to play with me all day, it being Saturday. Finally grandma came in to us, and said: "Who will go to the butcher and get my meat for Sunday dinner?" Of course we were both anxious to go, and were soon ready with mackintosh and umbrellas. She told us to get a nice roast, or a fine goose if we saw As I was espe fond of goose, I went di rectly to the butch 66 GOING ΤΟ SCHOOL dealt with, and asked to buy a goose, but was informed that they did n't have any. Well, we proceeded on to the next meatshop, and the next, until we had gone to nearly all. Then, at last, we came to a very dirty shop, and went in, hoping to find a goose, and there it was I found it. I ordered the goose wrapped up, regardless of price, and told the man to charge it to my papa. Whether he knew me or papa I did n't stop to consider. Well, he tied it up, and we trudged home with a six-pound goose in our basket, which made it heavy and almost unmanageable with our umbrellas. The goose proved too much for us, and when we were in the central part of the main street, that goose slid out of the basket, paper and all, and rolled out on the ground. Some dogs saw it, and started for the meat. Shrieking with laughter, we soon succeeded in chasing them off, and landed the goose safely once more, and were home again. Grandma was delighted with our purchase, but shocked at the idea of asking credit at a place where she had never dealt. And when questioned as to where we bought it, we could neither of us tell. We decided to ROLL OF HONOR. A LIST of those whose work, though not used, has been found worthy of honorable mention and encouragement. VERSE. Pauline Wolf Bancroft Caroline Clinton Everett Lenore Mittelbach Carl Bramer Clifford M. Ulp Clarence W. Rodman Maude L. King Helen Madeleine Hogg Dinah Daniels Edith J. Ballou Elsie N. Gutman Alice S. Gilman Mary Alice Allen Julia Mumford Charles A. Clinton Miriam Gay Daniels Ruth E. Pett Katherine Bates Singleton Robert Graeme Phelps Delmar G. Cooke Helen Barnes Harriet Welliver Margaret Winthrop Peck Margaret McKeon Russell S. Walcott Charlotte E. Pennington Alfrida Crowell Rachel L. McKnight Donald Ross Arthur D. Fuller Vernon Radcliffe Edith G. Daggett Ethel Smith Watkins Eleanor C. De Remer Evelyn Stevens Charles G. Goetz Aileen Gundelfinger Anna Dake McCague Louis M. Cruttenden Viva Marie Fisher Mildred Gretchen Phillips "GOING TO SCHOOL.' BY PEARL STOCKTON, AGE 5. (SILVER BADGE.) May Lewis Close Dorothea Seeberger William P. Russell PHOTOGRAPHS. W. F. Harold Braun Marion D. Freeman Irene F. Wetmore Julius E. Krantz, Jr. Roger Sherman Hoar Samuel D. Robbins PUZZLES. Madge Smith Gertrude H. Schirmer Basil Aubrey Bailey May, Will, and James Neill George Fish Parsons, Jr. Lucy Rogers Vera May Kahn Elsie Fisher Steinheimer Gladys Dudgeon Benjamin L. Miller Samuel P. Haldenstein Violet Pakenham Abby A. Eliot Margaret L. Wildman Frederic White Robert C. Dewar William C. Hood Phebe E. Titus VOL. XXIX.-72. WINIFRED HEMMING, Richmond Hill, Long Island, would like to know Alice Paret's address. Florence Hoyt, of Nottingham, England, says: "I am very patriotic and will hardly ever own American things to be better than English, but I must say that ST. NICHOLAS is far better than any English magazine. We all like you very much, and father and mother read you, too." Mrs. G. H. Ashman, of Dover, Del., says of the League: "It seems to me the best idea ever presented by any magazine." Freda Muriel Harrison, The Wilderness, St. Helens, Hastings, England, will be glad to exchange English stamps for American. Some new English stamps are now ready. Helen Emerson sends a little story and wishes to join the League, but she sends no address. Minton M. Warren says that it injures unmounted photographs to write on the backs of them with a pencil. If Minton will put the print on a hard, smooth surface and use a soft pencil no injury will be done. DEAR ST. NICHOLAS: My gold badge came yesterday. 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NICHOLAS: We have taken you ever since I can remember, and mama says we have taken you for about twenty years. You are so full of such beautiful stories and your League is fine. I will tell you a story of a cat we had when I was a little baby. Mama has told me about it, and I thought I would tell it to you. When I was a little baby we had a very large cat. He had a very peculiar mark on his head of an eagle with wings that spread out like those on a silver quarter. He weighed twelve pounds. He purred so loudly that we called him "Buzz." When I took my nap he would come and peek up to see if I was there on the couch; then he would jump up and lie just in front of me, so I could not possibly roll off. And if I was in my crib he would get in there too, as if he thought I was his special care, and sing me to sleep. We thought a good deal of him; he was such a beautiful cat that when we went to our summer home we could not leave him behind. So we put him in a basket and took him in our sail-boat "Bessie to the island. We shut him up in a room; but by and by, when we let him out, he went into the woods, and we never saw him again. We all felt badly, because we loved him so much. A man who lived on the island saw him and shot him for a wildcat. seven years old when he died. THE following clever rhyme by a girl of nine had a pretty picture with it, but the ink was too pale for reproduction. |