WHA THE ANSWER 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? You know, I know; the clouds are rent apart; -CYNTHIA WESTOVER Alden. IF I WERE MAYOR F I were the Mayor of a City, IF Where only the grown-ups remained, And move to a Country of Kids. We boast of our painters and poets, -JAMES ROLPH, JR. (Mayor of the City and County of San Francisco.) 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 -ANNE RITTENHOUSE.、 A MY VERSE T your request I write this verse -JAMES WITHYCOMBE. (Governor of Oregon.) |