Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1902-04-17

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of maintaining the school is about
$4,000. including a liberal allowance
for incidentals. There should be nc
stint in the necessary expenditures for
our schools; neither should a surplus
be piled up. The latter is neither ex-
pedient nor lawful.
The following programme will be
rendered by the pupils of the Ironton
Public School, at the Academy OF
Music, Thursday afternoon, April 24th:
Piano and Flute...Mrs. O'Brien, E. D. AXE
Song-"Welc leone -. Pupils from room 2.
Recitation-s'Kittens and Babies.
Lucille Prince, room 2.
Solo-"Pretty Blue Bird, "..... Ollie Rem
ington, room 1.
Recitation-"Master Augustus" ..~..Essie
Yount, room d.
Song-"Wake, said the Sunshine" ..~. Girls
from room /.
bodybuilding Castles" ....~~F Florence
Love, room 5.
Song-"Roses, .,,,....., ..... Ruth Pruitt, Min
ME Fisher, room 3.
Observation-Disclosures, ........... Mabel
Moore, room 8.
Song-"Small Boy on Horseback, "..~...
Boys from room 1.
Recitation "The Freckled Face Little
Girl, "~...~~Pear Langdon, room 8.
Duett-"Old Friends" Anna Gains,
Efie Baldwin, room d.
Recitation-"Trouble in the Amen Corner"
-... ettie Remington, room4.
Motion Song-"The Squirrel Glass of
Girls, room L.
Recitation-"Little Jim" ... Parrydine
Hills, room 3.
Solo-"She Was His First Sweetheart, " ....-
Eva Riley, room 3.
Recitation-"A Small Boys Opinion of
Girls, ".,~-- annie Edgar, room 3.
S~olo-"By-Lo, Little Flowers" ....... Blanch
Remington, Room 2.
Recitation-"So was I,"....Ruby Rey-
burn, room d.
Piano and Flute, So. Mrs. O'Brien, f. D. AXE
Song-"Japanese, ".~...- Girls from room 2.
To my notion, no part of animate
creation is more pleasing than are the
birds that beautify and e%nliven the
forest and the field. Their cheering
notes are everywhere, and their bright
plumage and airy motion delight the
eye. Not only do they contribute to
the pleasure of the lord of creation,
but they are absolutely necessary to
his welfare, for scientists tell us that
within a very few years from their
humiliation vegetation would cease,
because of the a~ll-devouring increase
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believe, in view of all this, that the
birds would be under the special are
and protection of man, and it is no
credit to him that such is rot the case.
Instead of protecting, he seeks their
destruction, merely for the pleasure of
killing. He begins as a hoy with a
be%an-shooter, and later on employs a
breech-loading shotgun. and the inno-
cent, %defenceless victims to his ''skill"
are myriads. A score of years ago
our woods were filled with joyous
songsters; now the notes of the thrush,
the mocking-bird, and even the robin,
are noted because of their rarity, and
the work of destruction goes steadily
on. despite laws enacted against 1t.
What is everybody's business is no.
body's business" and 90 the statute in
this case is daily violated with i'm
punity. These remarks are brought
forth because of complaints from more
thoughtful citizens who have the con-
tinued welfare and beauty of our be-
loved Valley at heart. They ask the
REGISTER to put In its protest, which
it does heartily, hoping that it's plea
for the victims of careless cruelty may
not pass unnoted. AS q final resort it
may be necessary to form q society
whose cole purpose will be to protect
the birds; and through it's officers to
bring the vengeance of the law upon
all offenders. And, it necessary, it
will be done. In this connection I
append the following suggestive lines
from the pen of Mary Drummond in
Our Dumb animals:
WHO KILLS THE BIRDS?
Who kills the birds?
w. said the Woman, ~"although tits in
human,
l must nave dead DlrdS.'
Who sees them die?
a." said the Man, "whenever I can,
For my sport they must die"
Who tolls the bell?
~" said the Boy, 81 love to destroy,
toll the bell"
Who digs their graves,
81" said the Girl, 'for a feathers neat curl
I'd dig all their graves"
So the men and the boys by the woodland
n streams,
And the women and girls, with their hats
like (bad) dreams,
Are robbing the earth of its bird life and
song, :
With never a thought of their rights, and
our wrong.
But, isn't it strange, if their hearts have no
pity
For the poor little birds in the country and
city,
They never remember that some summer
day
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