half so large as this one. He took good aim with his long gun and when he pulled the trigger the wolf fell, got up and walked towards the huntsman. He could not use his gun as a club, for the wood was too thick, so he dropped it, drew his great knife, and stood firm on his feet leaning a little forward, for he knew the wolf would leap for his throat and try to knock him down. Slowly the wolf drew near and the man felt he must either stretch him beside his dogs or lie there himself. Then a gun cracked. The wolf fell, raised himself on his haunches as if to get up again, rolled over, kicked two or three times, stretched out straight and lay still. The other man, seeing the wolf turn toward the thicket, ran up the winding path and got in his shot just in the nick of time.

They buried Castor and Pollux under a big beech tree on the edge of the thicket and the huntsman cut on the smooth bark, "Here died Castor and Pollux, brave brothers." They took the skin of the wolf to the King, who was so much pleased that he gave the Officer of the Royal Hunt a gold snuff-box to carry instead of his silver one, and the man who shot the wolf the second time got five louis d'or. That was the end of the monster of Gevauden. But I have never heard what became of the children of Villaret.

-PAUL VAN DYKE.

I won rich, with lots and lots of gold,
Smith and Johnnie Jours

To every mary

as much as their two hands could hold

give
Of candies,

But canders, cakes and Cours for

• for all of you Would surely cost an awful tot of money Ir I'll make Foxy Grandpa always do His best to make you laugh.

Yours Truly

BUNNY.

CARL E. SCHULTZE

DAY DREAMS

WHY can't they let me have an elephant to

pet?

I love them so.

They're rubber and if they get wet
Why they don't even know.

If I get wet they scold.

But elephants are big; they can't catch cold. Why can't I have a snake that's big and long? He wouldn't take up room at home.

Umbrella stands make lovely homes for snakes.
Land's sakes!

Why can't they understand that I'm a man
And brave and strong?

Why can't I have a spider that can jump?
I love them so.

They're little and they never yell,

Nor whoop nor crow.

If I just yell they scold,

But spiders are so nice and quiet, you know. Why can't I have a bat with hooks and claws? He wouldn't have to have a special home.

In closets or in bureau drawers he'd hide his face, Most any place.

I ask them every day but they just say:

"Because, because."

-MRS. BORDEN HARRIMAN.

THE MIGHTY MAGIC

YOUR Grimms makes you stop and ponder

But listen, my little man,

I can show you a greater wonder,
A page out of God's big plan.
It's a story of transformation,
A magic that's really true:
A princess in creation
Astounding to me and you.

Begin with an egg on a petal
No weightier than a dot,
The color of rusty metal,
And if you will watch the spot
You'll soon see a caterpillar,
Squashy and fuzzy and warm,
He's a horrible horny thriller,
A dragon in capsule form.

He stuffs himself and meanders,
Then pauses and sheds his skin;
He stuffs some more and philanders,
Pauses, and sheds again.

And when he is tired of repeating

He rolls himself in a ball,

For sleeping instead of eating,

But listen! this isn't all!