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NATURE AND SCIENCE FOR YOUNG FOLKS
a little and deposit lime instead of mud. Ages its class. To be more accurate, the total height passed. The mud hardened to shale, and the of the Rainbow Arch is 309 feet. lime changed to limestone. At that time, of the arch is 278 feet, and the thickness of these beds were all horizontal, like leaves of a the arch at the top is forty-two feet. A combook lying flat on table. Then came the Uinta uplift. The sea withdrew, and in its place the Rocky Mountains appeared. As the Uinta Mountains slowly rose above the waves, these horizontal beds were tilted up in huge folds until they stood on end.
Erosion has done the rest. For millions of years it has waged a ceaseless warfare on these mountains, carving them into all sorts of fantastic shapes. The Devil's Slide is one of these erosion freaks. In the dry climate of Utah shale crumbles faster than limestone. As a result of this, uptilted beds of limestone, stand up like walls above intermediate deposits of shale. There are many other reefs of limestone similar to these shown in the picture, but the Devil's Slide is the best example within view of the railroad. The walls are forty feet high and twenty feet apart. And now for Nonne
NONNEZOSHE, OR "THE RAINBOW BRIDGE" zoshe, or the Rainbow Bridge. Speaking more accurately, the Rain parison or two will make it easier to grasp the bow Bridge is not a bridge at all, but a great proportions of this gigantic structure. It is flying-arch, called "Nonnezoshe" (great stone twenty-two feet higher than the Capitol at arch) by the Navajo Indians. It was first Washington, dome and all, and if it could be visited by white men on August 14, 1909, who hung astride the Flatiron building in New discovered it in a wild, picturesque canyon in York City, the ends of the arches would alsoutheastern Utah, close to the point where most touch the ground beyond Fifth Avenue the inith meridian crosses the Colorado River. on one side, and Broadway on the other. The discovery is so recent that the “Bridge” is Nonnezoshe has been cut by river erosion not located in general atlases.
from buff and brick-red sandstone, suggesting Sipapu, near Bluff in southeastern Utah, is to the Piute Indians the name "Barohoini," the largest known natural bridge, Nonnezoshe, meaning the rainbow. It was created a Nathe natural arch, overtops it by eighty-nine tional Monument by Congress on May 30, feet. So far as is known, it stands supreme in 1910.
GEORGE BURBANK SHATTUCK.
If on the road you chance to be,
(The oven is a biscuit tin
"Mister Smith” is the Baker there,
And icings with great skill he chooses. (Lemon-chocolate cake you 'll see at the Sand-pile Bakery!)
Now does a baker ever make
Is to-day just five years old.
FOR VERY LITTLE FOLK
WHEN MOTHER WENT AWAY
By EDITH BALLINGER PRICE
First, some one down town telephoned,
But not as well as Mother would.
And when at last we went to bed,
That almost made me cry and scream,
Our Mother came back home to-day,
Our young rhymers pay glowing tributes this month to “The Coming Day”—their verses ranging in theme from the burst of dawn, or an October morning, to that greater dawn of “Peace on earth, goodwill to men,” to which we all are looking forward through these troubled days. An outstanding and exceptional feature, too, is the fact that, in this particular competition, far the best of the little poems were sent in by Honor Members. So you will not find as many Silver Badge winners as usual among the versifiers; but the subject brought a golden harvest from those whose work is already well and favorably known to readers of the League pages. At
best, we are unable to do full justice to our clever troubadours who have already won distinction; for the first five of the names on the Special Mention list will be recognized as Honor Members !
Besides the joy of finding so many young folk who can interpret a comparatively commonplace subject with significance and charm, there is an added satisfaction in the proof this month's competition affords, that those who do win early our Gold and Silver badges are not content to rest satisfied with these laurels, but are still eager to "follow the gleam” of inspiration month by month, and year
In this they are doing notable service both to the League and to themselves ;—for the continued development of their own best gifts and aspirations, and of the love of the ideal in literature, will be of inestimable value to them in after life.
The prose-writers, too, have acquitted themselves nobly this month with a series of storiettes that are admirably written; but here again we have to lament the crowding-out of contributions that equally deserved a place in print. And the young artists and photographers must not feel slighted by the comment that their work "speaks for itself"—for it does, indeed, and to the joy of all beholders! They have our thanks and admiration, by unanimous vote.
PRIZE COMPETITION NO. 236.
(In making awards, contributors' ages are considered.) PROSE. Silver Badges, Natalie C. Hall (age 11), Canada; Jane Morley Wilcox (age 8), Canada; Ruth Mott (age 14), Minnesota; Elizabeth Butler (age 11) Kansas. VERSE. Gold Badges, Marion Blatchford (age 15), Illinois; Briton Niven Busch, Jr. (age 16), New York; Katrina E. Hincks (age 10), Connecticut. Silver Badge, Jean Harper (age 15), New York. DRAWINGS. Gold Badges, Marcia Van der Veer (age 13), Arizona; Worthen Bradley (age 15), California. Silver Badges, Louise R. Allen (age 15), Texas; Bernard Sheridan (age 15), Ohio; Margaret McGrew Lyon (age 15), Illinois. PHOTOGRAPHS. Gold Badges, O. Lindsay Clarkson (age 17), New Jersey; Eleanor Royal (age 14), Pennsylvania. Silver Badges, John Stewardson (age 12), Pennsylvania; F. Goddard Lawrence age 16), New York; Katherine Sullivan (age 12), Pennsylvania; Harry Robert Woodside (age 16), South Carolina; Marion Stevens (age 12), Colorado; Caroline L. Whyland (age 14), New York. PUZZLE-MAKING. Silver Badges, Mary Redmayne (age 16), England; Frances M. Shepardson (age 15), Missouri; Patience A. Russell (age 14), Australia; Grace B. Murray (age 12), New York; Andrew K. Peters (age 11), Massachusetts. PUZZLE ANSWERS. Silver Badge, Peter T. Byrne (age 13), New York.
ST. NICHOLAS LEAGUE
THE COMING DAY
(Honor Member) Oh, now it is October, the month of golden trees! And I would fain be climbing the hillsides with
the breeze! But they have called me homeward to take my
books again, And throughout my last school-winter to work with
might and main.
Oh, now it is October, the month of starry nights ! And I would fain be camping on the frosty, pine
wood heights ! Bụt: I must leave the hillsides, the forest, and the
shore, To grind away school-books, for just
winter more. Oh, now it is October, the month I love so dear! And I shall stay and play in it, about this time
next year! So I look forward longingly toward that Coming
Day When I shall be a Graduate, some time next year
Oh, now it is October, and I would fain be free To pick the golden apples from off each flaming
tree ! But when that Coming Day arrives, and I must
go away From school and all its pleasures, I know I 'll want
to stay !
THE THOUGHTLESS WORD
(Honor Member) The large department store was very busy. People kept streaming in and out the whole morning. Mrs. Jones, one of the store's best customers, stopped for a few minutes to talk with a clerk.
"You are very busy to-day,” she said ; "in fact I believe I have never seen this store so crowded. Wouldn't it be terrible if there should be a fire ?"
The last word was said in a cautious whisper.
“No danger," the clerk replied, but he had scarcely finished speaking, before a sharp, piercing shriek arose from a woman a few feet away from them. "Fire! Fire," she shouted. It was heard by the people and rapidly repeated throughout the store. Panic ensued. The clerks and floor-walkers were powerless to check the mad rush to the door. People fell and were trampled upon by the excited crowd. In less than ten minutes the building was emptied : save for the clerks, who had quietly remained at their posts—and the disabled.
There was an investigation but no fire could be discovered. Five people, however, had to be taken to the hospital.
Mrs. Jones, who had remained standing where she was, again turned to the clerk. "It was that woman
us who started the alarm," she said. “She must have overheard me say 'fire,' and have cried out without a moment's thought. It certainly is too bad that the innocent people who were hurt and who are now in the hospital have to pay the price of a woman's thoughtless word!”
THE THOUGHTLESS WORD
(Silver Badge) Two men were standing talking on a street one evening more than sixteen years ago. They were both rough working men, and they had met to discuss the new and outrageous invention of the automobile.
"I tell yuh, Bill,” said one, “those auto things are the most foolish contraptions of machin'ry that's come this way in years. I'd never ride in one."
"Nor I,” rejoined the other. "Why, I 'd as soon try to fly across the deep, blue sea."
Little did he think that within twenty years a man would really fly across the deep, blue sea! Far less did he think that the impossible feat would be accomplished by an American, the gallant Read.
What changes have been wrought in the years which succeeded that day sixteen years ago! Did that rough man ever dream that gigantic aeroplanes would be built for the purpose of carrying mail and passengers ? No, for many of the most learned and scientific men had said then, “The air is unconquerable. We have practically conquered land and sea; and with these privileges we must be content."
Little did anyone think at that time that daring men with fearless hearts would soon face such odds as Hawker and Grieve did! They knew the danger and dread possibilities of their Transatlantic Aight; and yet they risked their very lives for the sake of the good of the world.
When one thinks of the possibilities that shine in the future and the marvels that the next twenty years may bring forth, does not one feel how wonderful it is—this day in which we live?
So we sec, by this little incident of not long ago, that there is “Many a true word spoken in jest.”
"READY.” BY MARY LOUISE JOHNSON. AGE 12.