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thankui, obitu- other aftmJre ýighed, will b. Gjrade Separation Will Save Lfe. ILet' Hauten the, Dagi An order in some villages,. a request, in, others - trÎim. your1 corner hedges and shruibbery If every motorist n reach- ing an intersection wPuld, Tri.m Youtr coine to a. com.ple.te stol). HegS. and, not start until he had pfullv convinced -hiniseif, that he could do so %vith ýcomiplete 'safety, perhaps the iîeed for triiming corner sbrubbery -would not be se iml)erative. In more leisurely7 davs the cenductor.'on the rural streetcar. would run abead at rail- road. crossings. gaze up and dowNil the track andi not until he hiad stopped. looked, and listened long enough did he signal the mnotorman to corne along. But nowadavs wve haven't tile. or ini- cliatonfor sucli extraordinary cautîin. We miust alwavs begtigalong, and toit'take heavy risks. And silice it. is next to imipossible to induce drivers to be more careful. the next best thing to do is to increase the visibility at intersec- tions, which at most corners can easilv be done byv triimi.ing back the shrubbery. If individual property oivners unduly delay cilonthis sut-ggestion, ýthe only thing left for village offiçiais te do is to enforce the Qrd*inance, cornpelling- the tim*mn of!corner shrubberv. North shore people who, by choice pr eCesity stav at homne du ring the bhot months- are 'more fortunate than, similar hpeople'in other sub-; orurbs. In good old $ta-a -omL ake AMichigan they hiave, a reseurce on tying days, a refresher on sultry days, an iron from a i we are certain. about the difference between driv- ing and putting. That being disposed of, let us tell you about our second game of- gol f. The "grounds were not very good. The grass, though. recently cut , w as .s everal, inches high and. the surface beneath. was bumpy. So. while the. balîsI went . eàsily' enough through the air they did almost' np rolling. Moreover, ;they. were- lost over and over again. Our opponent, pr partner-we don't. know which-wvas a very kind young lady. She, said that -we played with a, certain native ease. And almost everyv time we droveé she expressed admiration for our untrained ability. She -,vas a very kind. perhaps.,sophisticated, young lady. Haîf way rpund the course,. we. restied haîf an hour and talked about those, th i ngs thiat most people are now talking about. We enjoveti the recess. Thýe net result of this, our second gaine of golf, is that we care as littie for ýgolf as wve did. befpre thïs, second round. We must admit that- %ve enjov drivitig.> But. puttingirritates us. As a social pastime golfing bas a fewv good points., mostlv apprcciated when ,walking or restingwith one' s fellow player. Golf is a fine, game for oldilsh miin. *We are glad that, a Glenco e minister chose receritly as the subject of his sermon the phrase, "Whiat's -Right Withi the Worldl." Such sermions wvill go far towards cheering up thousands p*f saddened people. And the gospel of good cleer,,is as' per- tietin July as inthe Christmas holidays. It vilI do no0 harmn to emiphasize the pe- culia'r value of, small classes in sutmrner school. The -,maller the class the greater thec amoulit of tcaching per individual stu- dent. A class of ten gets more out of a D-0od teacher than a class of fifty. 0f course smâial classes, are more expensive, but the hope of, our nation lies in education. AU~n1oiai-bpte birocs f )ace nur mist iwii- The Thle The And Thej The The1 The. 'The cars trere not attuned Io FWUT robins early inorni ng cheer, woodthrush's cicar, inelodio us fue bob-o-link's guitaral lute, field sparroW's sweet ascending scale, Love-note, love-calis of ecd male anmwers of h i: etee spouse, Ioud, clear whistle of titmoiise,: gold . inch's. sputterittg sarks of gold, upavering trili of barn-ou'l old,. .doreés loto. "coo," the "Chický-o-dee," zarbler's modulating "zee" s- This untduilating, teremulous air, Pulsatinq, vibrating èv*zerivwhere. ,Ueheard it not, nor cared tohear, For couch andslujnbcr deep îweré dear. But Ulhe,~ each mowrn at, four she callcd To, those who wualched throuqh weo ry hoiers, "'Do you hear tmY' robin ?"' Our carst becanie attuned, wc hecard Hcr mornin g-orchestra of bir.d. I'ou, too, nay liste n. hear and find The "Bird -Iour," if vou, arc a-minid, Front four to.five -t!ie woods alive With glaonos orchfrtitw! She passed teithioîthMIS rare-si hoir, 0f early mnorn, zchen song is born., An~d orchestration reiqus su/irjne. And, as she found lier "Silentt-Ilotr,"ý A h ush feu ýover woods and bower: I>î' Isating, undulat irgair Fast chou qed to sience -z'erywîhere. -Lydia C. ýDietz. (*Thiis poem*is' a sister's tribute to Clara -M. Dietz wlîo was :a teacher of science in the Central schoolý at Glexîcoe for twventy-eight years.. Miss Dietz communicated her love of nature to the pupils in the Glencoe schools, and her classes Were an inspiration to ail. Glencoe's tribute to Clara M. tiietz is 'a bird sanctuary dedicated in ber honor, at Valley road and Park avenue, Friday, june 10, the same, day. that she . found. ber "Silenit-Houir" within the. spaîil of a robin,'s sonig at' her home in the heauti fui, Northbrook woods.> Fil Ossifer is at last learning to "loa-f and. salute his soul," but, gentie readers, the Iast two' sentences of his folIowving ýcommunicationj wiIl prove that "once a Fil Ossifer, always a Fit' Ossifer": "Not until we had been up here ini the pleasant' lands north of Traverse City. did wie begin to realize how much of our precious energy had been used up by our year's work in and about Chicago. At first we simply could not relax. The chattering of the squirrels annoyed us. The rippling of the door water. sports. Expx lessons in swNimming. centers about the tank With' such. facilities portunities iori-. ert swimmers give Much spcial life and the open lake. for, water enjoy- Today we paid one cent extra *for each quart pf oil to help Uncle Sam get back on bis financial feet. When i ncome goes dowî taxes have a me an way of going up. 110tVellJUI 3vJfkfoWv, yot~u'l flnd re sky more blue, the world, more kinid. Yep, the- night has taught us that w hen the stars. fade, it's time, for the..dawn. -Night Editor.