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"IN SUMMER - TIME" THE COMING DAY

ending with the sentence I have quoted. Ruth lisBY MARION BLATCHFORD (AGE 15)

tened fascinated and trembling. (Gold Badge. Silver Badge won June, 1919)

Going downstairs, Donald prepared to enjoy him

self with a favorite book. After arranging the One night as I lay sleeping on my pillow, I dreamt about the dark days of the war;

lounge pillows comfortably, he opened the volume

and began. Soon all was silence, broken only by the I lived again through all its pain and sorrow,

rustling of the pages. Such sorrow as men never knew before.

At last he looked up at the clock. Could it be I saw the battlefield, the winding trenches;

possible that it was ten o'clock already? His mother I trembled at the cannon's deadly roar;

would be home at any minute now. I looked into their faces as they stood there

Suddenly a wild scream rent the air. Donald The heroes whom the world has bowed before.

rushed to Ruth's room and opened the door.

There she lay on the floor, crying frantically, “Oh, I saw them fall upon the field of honor.

the bears! the bears !" She had tripped over a rug, How gloriously they gave their lives away!

and cut her forehead. Donald picked her up and With tear-dimmed

eyes

I bowed my head before them. tried to soothe her, but in vain. She seemed hysteriThe broken flower of youth-ah, there it lay! cal and constantly cried out about the “bears."

This was the state of things when finally Mrs. And then, as through a mist, I saw them marching

Murray reached home.
On, ever onward, through a starry sky;
I raised my hand and silently saluted

A half-hour later, after quieting Ruth and bandagThe souls of heroes as they passed me by.

ing her forehead, Mrs. Murray came to Donald's But high above the storm-clouds seemed to lower.

room and sat down. "Donald," she asked, “have you They won the victory, could we win the peace?

any idea as to what frightened Ruth ?" The love of gain and wealth, the false ambitions,

Slowly and shamefacedly Donald told her all. The foolish wranglings—would they never cease?

When he had finished, Mrs. Murray was silent a

inoment, Then she said very quietly, “Donald, let Then, suddenly, I heard a Voice within me;

this be a lesson to you! Never should you say a "Fear not, and know that God will show the way."

thoughtless word to a little child." And through the clouds of night that hung so heavy

I saw the brightness of the coming day.

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A THOUGHTLESS WORD
BY DUANE SQUIRES (AGE 14)

(Honor Member)
"And then the bears ate them all up, growling 'Brrr!
Grrr!' all the time. Maybe some day a bear will
come and try to eat you up! Brrr! Grrr!"

Thus Donald Murray concluded a bed-time story to his little sister, Ruth. Mrs. Murray and her husband had gone out for a short time that evening. After tucking Ruth in bed, they had promised that Donald should tell her a short story before turning cut the light. After his parents had gone, Donald went to Ruth's room and told a truly thrilling tale,

"IN SUMMER-TIME. BY CAROLINE L. WHYLAND, AGE 14.

(SILVER BADGE)

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THE COMING DAY
BY JEAN HARPER (AGE 15)

(Silver Badge)
Down the Future's misty spaces,
I can see the childish faces
Of the days that will be born,
In the rosy, golden morn.
Little childish, peeping faces,
Wond'ring at the world's strange pace;
Childish faces, plain and fair,
That the Future Time will bear.

THE COMING DAY
BY HELEN L. RUMMONS (AGE 12)

(Honor Member)
THE sun's last ray
Now fades upon my sight;
The sunset sky so bright
Slow darkens into night;

The coming day-
Will it bring hope and light?

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In their hands, strange gifts have they
Hidden in the misty gray,
For mankind, that they will give
To the day in which they live.

Their morning lay
The birds will sweetly sing;
The morning bells will ring;
What joyful sounds of spring

The coming day
Ere long to us will bring !

Little, childish, happy ces,
Peeping from the misty spaces,
Do you know we look to you
That our dreams may all come true ?

But oh, my way
Is still beset with care !
The grief that falls my share
Seems far too great to bear;

The coming day
Holds naught but bleak despair.

That the gifts your fingers hold
Are to us as hidden gold?
That to you and them we look
As to some strange, guiding book?
Naught you know of weal or woe,
In our world they mingle so !
Yet in you, our hopes all rest,
Little childish faces blest !

Oh, never say That hope deceives our eyes ! A will-o-wisp that lies. For oh, if hope ne'er dies,

The coming day Will bring the longed-for prize!

"READY." BY RUTH MOORE, AGE 16.

(HONOR MEMBER.)

THE THOUGHTLESS WORD: "CATS"
BY JANE MORLEY WILCOX (AGE 8)

(Silver Badge) We have a nice gentle little dog named Rowdy. One day a neighbor's kitten came into our yard. Rowdy paid no attention but just poked up his nose.

Unluckily my little brother cried out: "Cats !"

Rowdy pricked up his ears. Away went the kitten and Rowdy after her! Away went the kitten over the fence, Rowdy still following. At the foot of the tree he caught her, and would have killed her, only we children scrambled over the fence in time to save her life.

The kitten was badly hurt; Rowdy had bloody scratches; our neighbor cried; Mother scolded; Father frowned; and we children were awfully scared! But we learned this lesson—that it was a thoughtless word that had got us into so much trouble.

THE THOUGHTLESS WORD
BY RUTH MOTT (AGE 14)

(Silver Badge) On a certain evening late in June a very pretty girl of about fourteen years lounged in a wicker chair, with a book.

Suddenly a voice aroused her from her reverie. She glanced at the speaker, a woman of about fifty, rather tall and thin. This was Ellen, the housekeeper, who really had charge of Frances (for that was the girl's name), as her mother had died when she was a mere infant and her father was in faraway Egypt.

“Frances, will you please wash the dishes for me this evening, as I am tired and have your graduation dress to finish for to-morrow?"

"Oh, Ellen, you know I hate to wash dishes ! Can't you leave them and wash them in the morning? Besides, I have to go out and do a good deed and then go to the Girl-Scout meeting.”

As Ellen turned towards the kitchen to resumne her task, a tired sigh escaped her lips. This set Frances to thinking: "Am I obeying my oath—'To do iny duty to God and my Country; to help other people at all times; to obey the laws of the Scouts ?' A Scout helps other people at all times."

Frances jumped up from her chair, resolved to do her best thereafter. As soon as the dishes were done, she appeared at the Scout meeting. Before, she had brought the standard of her Patrol down for not having done a good deed, but now she was indeed proud to have helped them toward the goal-a beautiful silver cup for the Patrol which had the highest number of merit-marks.

Then a thought came over her, “Dear, patient Ellen, it was she who showed me my duty, and who helped me with my good deed ! How sorry I am that I said those thoughtless words, for surely they were not the words for a true Scout !"

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THE COMING DAY BY ELIZABETH M. DUKES (AGE 17)

(Honor Member)

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PRELUDE

Night is a sphinx, half woman and half beast.
I see her great eyes through the window pane;
I hear her fierce claws rattling there like sleet;
The air is vibrant with her mighty wings.
But I lie warm and safe—the fire sings,
And dreams come thronging, eager-eyed and sweet.
Her heavy breathing shakes the walls in vain-
The dreams bend nearer-consciousness has ceased.

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MCHE "A HEADING FOR OCTOBER." BY WORTHEN BRADLEY, AGE 15.

(GOLD BADGE. SILVER BADGE WON MAY, 1919.)

THE COMING DAY BY MARK W. ECKELS (AGE 13) (Honor Member) ABOVE, the gray old guardian peak;

Below, the valley, soundless, still. Cool wandering breezes softly speak,

And lowly-murmuring branches fill.

You slim and mocking dream with slanted eyes And tilted lashes, dance for me to-night! Through orchid veils

your arms gleam golden bright; Your ankle rings are jeweled, wondrous-wise, With deep-sea sapphire, shore-sea emerald, And foam-white pearl. Across your crimson mouth An amber fan is held. Dream of the south, Dance me no more—my fancy is enthralled !

2 And you, oh black-masked dream with rapier drawn, A moonlight menace in its death-chill gleam, Back to your forest den, highwayman dream! For all the stars wink out before the dawn. And goodbye, child-dream, fading now to gray; All night I could have warmed you in my arms. But your shy face, your dimpled, baby charms I saw too late-Behold the coming day!

Beside a sparkling mountain lake

A diamond set in emerald greenA traveler, ere the morning break,

In silence gazes on the scene.

For long he stands, awaiting morn,

As some old Hindu fakir-priest, In silent and perpetual scorn

Regards, unmoved, the busy East.

And now the deep, dark hues of night

Grow softer, as on yonder lake The breezes stir the ripples light;

And joyous birds from slumber wake.

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"READY." BY BERNARD SHERIDAN, AGE 15.

(SILVER BADGE.)

THE THOUGHTLESS WORD

(A True Story)
BY ELIZABETH BUTLER (AGE 11)

(Silver Badge) One evening when my mother was a little girl about ten years old, she said to her mother : "Oh, I wish I could do exactly as I please for one day !"

And it was indeed a thoughtless word, for her mother answered, "All right, dear, you may begin to-morrow.”

Mother began the day with sleeping late in the morning and woke up with a headache. She dressed without putting on her shoes or stockings and went down stairs. Breakfast was over and so she did not get anything to eat.

Then began her misfortunes.

She went out-doors and, not being used to going barefoot, at once got rather a bad cut in her foot.

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BY ELSIE M. TALBOT, AGE 17.

BY HELEN J. HABBERLEY, AGE 13.

“IN SUMMER - TIME" But she was determined to have her good time. Near

THE THOUGHTLESS WORD her home lived a family of children with whom her

MAXINE OBERNDORF (AGE II) inother did not wish her to play because they were "MOTHER," said Jack, "what shall I read?" so rough in their games. She went there, but after "I think a story about a boy who did not think they had played a while, they pushed and slapped before he talked would be appropriate don't you?" her and finally sicked their big dog on her, until she said his mother. ran home, at last, frightened and crying.

"I don't care what it is,” said Jack. Her next foolish action was to draw all the money "Very well, here you are," and Jack's mother out of her little savings bank, and start with it to- handed him "The Man Without a Country.” ward the candy shop. But alas! on the way, she lost "Read that and see what you think of poor Philip nearly all of it through a crack in the board walk. Nolan."

After these sad experiences, she decided that her Jack read, and whenever after that he would mother knew best, and resolved that she would not start to say something very thoughtless, his mother ask to do just what she wanted to again.

would say: "Philip Nolan! the thoughtless word !"

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THE THOUGHTLESS WORDS

BY CONSTANCE MARIE O'HARA (AGE 14) KAISER WILHELM, now Mr. Hohenzollern, once said that he "would rule the world. And as for America, her troops "were but a handful. It was absurd for her to even think of fighting Germany, who had prepared for forty-six years."

He certainly must have said it thoughtlessly, because he only had to think to remember that America has always been victorious. And always will be !

SPECIAL MENTION

A list of those whose work would have been used had space permitted : DRAWINGS Mary E. Reveley Roslyn Thalheimer

Martho Linerd Beatrice Phyllis Dohm Helen Hodge

Trefethen Chas. K. Hepburn Eleanor M.

Helen Gugenheim Amie H. Medary Sprague

Louise Hullihen Robert Diller Katharine S. Elisabeth E. Stebbins

VERSE Clarke

Lois Bacon John W. Schmidt Hildegarde

Virginia E. Follin Elizabeth

Mittendorf Lois D. Holmes Southard Louise K.

Catherine Mary L. Russell Tiedeman

Parmenter

Eleanor C. Slater PHOTOGRAPHS PROSE Katharine

Edwards Sheldon Edith Pents Rebecca T.

Kathryn A. Lyon Theresa Clarkson Farnham

Jack Šteiss
Margaret
Fred W.

Rosamond
Chandler
Floyd, Jr.

Weston Eddy Marion M. Fincke Jeannette M.

Fanita Laurie Gerrish Thurber Smith

Ruth Branning Caroline

Edna Peterson R. C. Bull Stephenson Constance Poinier Virginia Hanford Lucia Turner Hugh Latimer

Chapman Frances I.

Willson

Arthur Blaisdell Herenden Frances Adams Dorothy Eckard William A.

Henry Briggs Mary C. Bergman Dalton Helen Man:

Eloise Frye Burt Margaret Olmsted Dorothy Hughes Betsy McAllister

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"IN SUMMER-TIME." BY ELEANOR ROYAL AGE 14 (GOLD BADGE. SILVER BADGE WON FEBRUARY, 1919.)

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