. St. Nicholas [serial]. n-cipal god, two men (and, as I have heard, the same twowho smuggled the silkworms across the Chinese borderin a bamboo cane) entered the temple, a rude structure,and offered some chinaware to the king. He had never CATHERINE DOUGLAS, AGE 15 ST. NICHOLAS LEAGUE. 275 seen anything like this before. He was surprised anddelighted, for in liis kingdom they had nothing butcommon earthenware and terra-cotta. When his littleson saw it, he held up a shell and exclaimed, Iorcel-lanus est! ( It is like the porcelli!) Hence from this little boys imagination comes thename of that
. St. Nicholas [serial]. n-cipal god, two men (and, as I have heard, the same twowho smuggled the silkworms across the Chinese borderin a bamboo cane) entered the temple, a rude structure,and offered some chinaware to the king. He had never CATHERINE DOUGLAS, AGE 15 ST. NICHOLAS LEAGUE. 275 seen anything like this before. He was surprised anddelighted, for in liis kingdom they had nothing butcommon earthenware and terra-cotta. When his littleson saw it, he held up a shell and exclaimed, Iorcel-lanus est! ( It is like the porcelli!) Hence from this little boys imagination comes thename of that beautiful translucent pottery which is thepride of many a housewifes heart. TREES IN WINTER. BY MARJORIE MARTIN (AGE 16). {Silvej- Badge.) Oh, gaunt, bare skeletons that stretch out armsTo yonder fair dominion of the sky! With every passing gust ye wail aloudAnd ever raise one cry! And is it that ye weep for beauties lost —For summers verdant foliage ye mourn ? Or do ye cry for heavens gentle snowTo cover ye, forlorn ?. CHICKEN HAWK. BY HESTER M. CONKLIN, AGE :(SECOND PRIZE, WILD-BIRD PHOTOGRAPH.) Or are ye calling for the spring to come,To scatter flowers far over hill and dale? Be comforted, ye giant sentinels!Did eer spring fail ? THE STORY OF A WORD. BY KATHARINE J. BAILEY (AGE 13). {Gold Badge.) In concluding a letter to a friend weoften write Yours sincerely, and yethow many have ever paused to think whatthe word sincere originally meant,and how it became changed in its mean-ing ? This is the story. A great many years ago, a little townin Italy was very widely known, and itsfetes were attended by thousands of peo-ple. This fame was entirely due to acertain kind of pottery made there, andthe people came to the fetes in order tobuy some of it, or, if they were not richenough to buy, at least they might seeand admire. The process of making it was knownto one man only, and he concealed theknowledge from the prying eyes of allthe world. So much was made that the man be-came
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