The Daily Ardmoreite. [volume] (Ardmore, Okla.) 1893-current, 1919-03-07

they were away, to see how many
eggs the nest contained, Mrs. Fly
catcher came at me in all her un-
righteous wrath, swapping at my
eyes and ears as ! ran TO cover. Now
her mate was no doubt very near,
but did not come to assist. She
didn't need him, however. never
saw the birds again. The eggs were
deserted, They didn't like me, and I
certainly didn't fall in love with
them; although, now that | know all
about their strange ways, | shall re
spect them-snake skin warning and
all-should they or any Of their fam
lily come to my garden again.
Aside from the comfort, the
amusement and the interest bird
companonship brings into our lives,
is not the duty of protecting them
and aiding them lying as near us as
the one necessity is laying about us
with a stick now to make us use
the ballot? We expect no slackers
in the feminine share of fighting our
city's political battles, and will prob
ably wonder some day how any one
could have impaticntly said: "Who
wants to vote, anyway
The Duty of Being Happy,
But the duty OF bird protection is
ireighted with so much happiness,
and there is no duty we so much
underate as the duty OF being hap
py.' 'Tis Robert Louis Steyenson's
idea that a happy man or woman is
a better thing to lind than a five
pound note. He or she is a radiat-
ing focus OF good will; and their en-
trance into 4 room is as though an
other candle had been lighted. We
need not care whether they could
prove the forty-seventh proposition;
they do a better thing than that,
they practically demonstrate the
great theorem OF the liyableness OF
Life
OF course, human nature must
have its alloy in order to fashion
the gold, and no one should take
away the refining, strengthening, ell
evating agency OF sorrow, had they
the power. What could take its
place as "tie that binds man to
man? But from all these little nerve
worries, these mirage troubles
which are and which are not, nature
study is as a mighty shield; and "let
him fcign never so carefully, there
is no man but has his pulses shaken
when Pan trolls out a staye OF &C.
stasy and sets the world 4 singing"
There are few of us who do not
lind, when JoSiah-lke we would re
pair the temple within ourselves our
most holy OF holies-some lost or
hidden law OF our being denouncing
the idols worshipped by gamers OF
the world,' and with strains as
sweet and soft as variations from a
Mozard sonata, this Moses-instinct
for joyousness pleads with us to en-
ter the promised land OF our inheri-
tance-IIappiness; it pleads with
him that weareth the purple and
him that weareth the hempen
irock;" it offers an amulet which
brings riches to man, though he
come to beggary,'
Mai. Edward B. Clark, L. S. A"
in the Saturday Evening Post for
March /, gives an interesting ac-
count OF the late Theodore Roose-
welt, "The Lion Hunter as Bird
Lover" The closing paragraph,
"He sleeps on the hillside under the
trees where in the awakening spring
the golden oriole will whistle its
reveillc, and | know his spirit will
hear brings to mind the sentiment
bird lovers are trying TO create--the
making OF our cemeteries into bird
sanctuaries. Many OF us would not
dread spending our last long sleep
amongs the birds. The evergreens
are always there, and only the add
ton Of water is needed to induce our
song birds to dwell and sing in our
"c;lant cities