StNicholas [serial] . MIDWINTER. BY LESTA ECKFELD. (SPECIAL SILVER BADGE.) WILD SQUIRREL. BY STANLEY RANDALL, CHURCHVILLE, N. Y. (FIVE DOLLARS AND GOLD BADGE.) SPECIAL PRIZES. Besides the special wild animal photographprize, we have decided to award four badgesthis month for excellent work from very youngcontributors. Poem. When School Begins. Silverbadge, Alice Moore (age 8), Winnetka, Illinois. Prose. The Rabbits Saturday. Silverbadge, Cecil T. Day (age 9), Trinidad, Colo-rado. Drawing. Chickens. Gold badge, HenryEmerson Tuttle (age 9), Lake Forest, Illinois. Wild Animal Photograph. Gold bad
StNicholas [serial] . MIDWINTER. BY LESTA ECKFELD. (SPECIAL SILVER BADGE.) WILD SQUIRREL. BY STANLEY RANDALL, CHURCHVILLE, N. Y. (FIVE DOLLARS AND GOLD BADGE.) SPECIAL PRIZES. Besides the special wild animal photographprize, we have decided to award four badgesthis month for excellent work from very youngcontributors. Poem. When School Begins. Silverbadge, Alice Moore (age 8), Winnetka, Illinois. Prose. The Rabbits Saturday. Silverbadge, Cecil T. Day (age 9), Trinidad, Colo-rado. Drawing. Chickens. Gold badge, HenryEmerson Tuttle (age 9), Lake Forest, Illinois. Wild Animal Photograph. Gold badgeand five dollars to Stanley Randall, Churchville,New York, for picture of wild squirrel takennear his home. Only one received. Photograph. Midwinter. Silver Badge,Lesta Eckfeld, Lock Box 588, Dennison, Ohio. New York City members will have to lookto their laurels. Every prize but one goes out-side this month. ICJOO.]. WHAT I LIKE BEST. BY WINIFRED S. BOSWORTH. (GOLD BADGE.) ANTICIPATIONS OF SATURDAY. BY EUNICE FULLER (AGE II). ST. NICHOLAS LEAGUE. 463 THE LAST DAY OF SCHOOL. BY ALICE GODDARD WALDO (AGE 17).(Gold Badge.) T is here! the longed-for day is here, For which we ve toiled through many a year — Commencement Day at last! Once more we gather in these halls, Within the old familiar walls ; Once more — then all is past. Nay, rather, all is now begun,Lifes race is ready to be run,The distant prize gleams fair ;And we, the runners, come to-dayTo enter on the untried way,Which leads we know not where. Though now s the time we ve dreamed of we, with laugh and jest and song,Should plunge into the strife;Though eager fires within us burn,Some way, we sadden as we turnThis first great page of life. But pulse of youth is beating high; A purpose shines in every eye, An ardor naught can cool. So why look back with sigh or tear? Our life s before us ! We ve no fear! Hurrah! we re out of scho
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