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shaking their little fists, waving their campaign banners and singing their own campaign cry:

Who, which, when,
Wish we were men,
So we could vote

For our little Ben.

Varied at times as a yell that would make one imagine they were at a football game and then lengthened into harmony as a little song, they had the time of their lives and proved to be one of the big winning features of a desperate battle. From that little group developed a number of genuine campaigners-boys in knickerbockers who could make a real campaign speech of their own composition.

History now records that due in a large measure to the kids and "dere folks""—as explained by Master Bennie Bloom-Juvenile Orator-inchief-the Judge won an overwhelming victory against both of the political machines and the bosses who were then controlled by the evil combinations that the Judge had offended in his fights for childhood.

The result was looked upon, in the language of an old-time politician, as a political miracle. In explaining it the day after election to the dazed bosses, whose expert opinion had pronounced it

impossible, a disgusted but wise denizen of the underworld accounted for it thus:

"It wuz them

kids and their mothers, that's what it wuz. Say, if you ginks (to the bosses) think you are going to beat a combination like that, you gotta nudder guess comin'." -MRS. BEN B. LINDSEY.

THE SONG OF THE BIRD

The song of the bird as it floats through the air where does it go?

And the breath of the wind and breezes that blow? No one does know.

The fragrance of flowers and blush of the rose where does it blow?

The sweetest of smiles, whispers and sighs I used to know.

The song of the bird as it floats through the air where does it go?

-FLORENCE PARR GERre.

I quote the following thought from Goethe because it cannot be repeated too often, and every repetition brings this truth nearer home and helps us all to a better appreciation of the beautiful.

THE BEAUTIFUL AND USEFUL

E should do our utmost to encourage the

"WE bautiful, for the useful encourages

itself."

-LOUIS C. TIFFANY.

EFERRING to your letter of

REF

will the following verse which I read a year

or two ago serve your purpose?

THAT WISE OLD BIRD

"A wise old owl sat in an oak;

The more he saw the less he spoke; The less he spoke, the more he heard:

I think I will be like that wise old bird."

-SETH LOW.

THE WISH-DOG

OMEWHERE, I know, there's a dog, meant

SOMI

for me;

The wonderf❜lest dog in the world, he will be. I want him so much!-And, between me and you, If you want things enough, they are sure to

come true.

I've named him, already. His name will be Jim; And I'm saving to buy a gold collar for him.

Some fine day or other, I'll find him, I know.
I look for him, always, wherever I go.
When I see him, I'll know him; and he will
know me,

And you wouldn't believe what good chums we will be.

He'll be furry and friendly, with soft, loving eyes, And as brave as a lion and playful and wise.

Once I brought home a little stray dog from the

street.

He was scared, and had fleas. There was mud on his feet.

But Ma said, "My clean floors! Oh take him

away!"

THE WISH-DOG-(Continued)

I didn't care much-for I'm certain, some day

I'll find my own beautiful doggie named Jim. And then I'll be glad that I waited for him!

-ALBERT PAYSON TERHUne.

B

GOD'S BIRD

RIER and vine,

The tinkling murmur of a stream; Then, of a sudden, deep in the dim swamp's

quiet depth,

That pæan bursting buoyantly:

O be jubilant! Jubilant!! JUBILANT!!!

-MAXIMILIAN FOSTER.

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