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HAT is it stirs the leaves and buds, as one, To brighten up and lift a heavenward crest?

What wakes the song when birds of Springtime nest?

What keys the call of Nature's orison?

What kills the dreaded germs that mortals shun? What wields a magic by dark things confessed And, ending some of them, makes pure the rest? You know, I know; it is the blessed Sun.

Again, what cheers the soul of youth and age?
What melts the bars that form the Ego's cage?
What bids us claim the Christian's heritage
Of charity that veils no patronage?

You know, I know; the clouds are rent apart;
It is the blessed Sunshine of the Heart!

-CYNTHIA WESTOVER Alden.

IF I WERE MAYOR

F I were the Mayor of a City,

IF

Where only the grown-ups remained,
And nowhere were voices of children,
And nowhere the infant reigned;
If baseball, and coasting and marbles,
Were labeled "The Law Forbids,"
I'd close up my desk in a minute

And move to a Country of Kids.

We boast of our painters and poets,
Our leaders in science and law,
Our bankers and brokers and statesmen,
Our captains of commerce and war,-
If you gathered all great names together,
Since Cæsar held sway over Rome,
I'd not take the whole of their glory
For one kiss of the kiddies at home.

-JAMES ROLPH, JR.

(Mayor of the City and County of San Francisco.)

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The financier will surely say, and this without contention;

Yet when you drink your glass of milk, remember it's dynamics

That's helped the gentle cow to milk, by up-todate mechanics.

And when you eat your breakfast food so you will never get ill,

Remember it's not Nature's grain, but Science and a sawmill.

The more we learn the less we know about the things around us,

But yet we've learnt to know by now that nothing should astound us.

-JOHN HAYS HAMMOND, JR.

ORIGINAL SIN

HAVE no more genius for verse
Than will go on the point of a pin;
And the only original gift I possess
Is the gift of original sin.

-ANNE RITTENHOUSE.、

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MY VERSE

T your request I write this verse
To assist your good endeavor;
Remember that it might be worse
As well as be more clever.

-JAMES WITHYCOMBE.

(Governor of Oregon.)

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