. St. Nicholas [serial] . MY FAVORITE D. BURGE, AGE 15. she grabbed the hand ofthe man who stood was all. But thatlittle baby, through thekindness of the passen-gers, did not come intoAmerica a pauper. WINTER EVENINGSAT HOME. BY PHYLLIS BROOKS(AGE 13). At home, when evening shadows fall,We listen to the north winds call;With curtains drawn, and bright lamp lit,Around the cheerful fire we sit. We do not care for howl-ing storm If we are happy, safe, andwarm. The kitten, Fluff,purrs on her mat Without a thought ofmouse or rat. Our mother reads us A FANCY FOR MAY. BY JESSIE t
. St. Nicholas [serial] . MY FAVORITE D. BURGE, AGE 15. she grabbed the hand ofthe man who stood was all. But thatlittle baby, through thekindness of the passen-gers, did not come intoAmerica a pauper. WINTER EVENINGSAT HOME. BY PHYLLIS BROOKS(AGE 13). At home, when evening shadows fall,We listen to the north winds call;With curtains drawn, and bright lamp lit,Around the cheerful fire we sit. We do not care for howl-ing storm If we are happy, safe, andwarm. The kitten, Fluff,purrs on her mat Without a thought ofmouse or rat. Our mother reads us A FANCY FOR MAY. BY JESSIE tairy-talCS, ^ c. shaw, age 17. And as the firelight dims and palesWe hear about King Arthurs knights,Of noble deeds and splendid fights. And as we watch the ruddy fire,The sprightly flames leap high and higher ;We do not care the world to roam,When mother reads to us at NOTICE. Members should remember that, owing to prep-aration for Commencement Examinations andVacation Season, the May Competitions close fivedays earlier than usual. 664 ST. NICHOLAS LEAGUE. [May, MY PRAIRIE HOME. BY JESSICA N. NORTH (AGE 13). {Honor Member.) The roses open with the day Outside my cottage door ;They drop the dewdrop jewels gay That all night long they wore. The first pink rays of morning light That oer the prairie fallLight up the blossoms red and white Along the eastern wall. The breezes, laden with perfume, Over my garden sweepIn through the window of my room, To wake me from my sleep. My lovely, lovely prairie home! No marble palace fine,With lofty spire, and gilded dome, Could hold such charms as thine. Give me my quiet prairie home,—I ask for nothing more,— My little prairie cottageWith the roses at the door.
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