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Julia F. Vander Veer
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PRIZE COMPETITION, No. 266
Competition No. 266 will close February 1. All contributions intended for it must be mailed on or before that date. Prize announcements will be made and the selected contributions published in St. NICHOLAs for May. Badges sent one month later. Verse. To contain not more than twenty-four lines. Subject, “The Break O’Dawn.” Prose. Essay or story of not more than three hundred words. Subject, “Lost and Found.” Photograph. Any size, mounted or unmounted; no blue prints or negatives. Young photographers need not print and develop their pictures themselves. Subject, “A Sunny Corner.” Drawing. India ink, very black writing-ink, or wash. Subject, “Busy” or “A Heading for May.” Puzzle. Must be accompanied by answer in full. Puzzle Answers. Best and neatest complete set of answers to puzzles in this issue of ST. NICHOLAS. Must be addressed to THE RIDDLE-BOX. No unused contribution can be returned unless it is accompanied by a self-addressed and stamped envelop of proper size to hold the manuscript or picture.
ANY reader of St. NICHOLAS, whether a subscriber or not, is entitled to League membership, and upon application a League badge and leaflet will be sent free. No League member who has reached the age of eighteen years may compete.
Every contribution, of whatever kind, must bear the name, age, and address of the sender and be indorsed as “original” by parent, teacher, or guardian, who must be convinced beyond doubt—and must state in writing—that the contribution is not copied, but wholly the work and idea of the sender.
If prose, the number of words should also be added. These notes must not be on a separate sheet, but on the contribution itself—if manuscript, on the upper margin; if a picture, on the margin or back. rite in ink on one side of the paper only. A contributor may send but one contribution a month—not one of each kind, but one only; this, however, does not include “competitions” in the advertising pages or “Answers to Puzzles.” Address: The St. Nicholas League, The Century Co. 353 Fourth Avenue, New York.
CAPE TOWN, SOUTH AFRICA. DEAR St. NICHOLAS: Last March we arrived in Africa and you followed us, much to my brother's and my delight. Through your WATCH ToweR we are keeping in touch with America. “The Luck of Denewood” was very absorbing. I could hardly wait for the next instalment. My brother liked “The Dragon's Secret.” Perhaps you would be interested to know something of our life in this so-called Dark Continent. This country is by no means true to that name. It is the sunniest, most beautiful country, full of flowers and birds and luscious fruits. Cape Town is a quaint old city nestling at the foot of the mountains, which are called the Devil's Peak, Table Mountain, the Twelve Apostles, and Lion's Head mountain. Just beyond the mountains to the left is Table Bay. The sea and the mountains are so close that the city gives one an impression of pastel-colored jewels washed up by the sea and clinging to the feet of the mountains. We have frequent southeastern winds known as “sou'easters.” They come sweeping without any warning from no one knows where, blowing sand into our eyes. With these “sou'easters” there appears a cloud over Table Mountain, known to the people of a practical turn of mind as “the table-cloth.” I prefer to think of it as a waterfall, which it certainly resembles as it comes in torrents of vapor over the mountain-side. While walking on the mountain the other day I was above the clouds, they clinging in mist to my hair. The sunsets here are vividly beautiful and the stars at night are brighter than any I ever saw in America. We have different ones here. There is the Southern Cross, which America does not see; but though I hunt for the Dipper, I never find it. The streets of Cape Town are of cobblestones, and through them all day long little barefooted Malay boys run, coaxing along their tiny gray donkeys pulling their little carts. In these carts are pineapples, bananas, guavas and maartjes (tangarines). The natives of South Africa are varied. There are the Hottentots, the little Bushmen, who are pigmies, the Zulus, and the Kaffirs. There are also many more tribes, which would take up a great deal of space even to name. Your interested reader, MARY E. CROUCH (AGE 15). BEAR LAKE, PA. DEAR St. NICHOLAS: I have taken you for almost two years. Every month I look for you. The stories I like the best are the mystery stories, “The Dragon's Secret,” “The Luck of Denewood,” and “The Blue Pearl.” Bear Lake is the place where I live in the summer-time. The lake is called by that name because there are many bears seen around here. Last summer, my father returning from a fishing-trip almost ran into one. It stood about seven feet high when standing on its haunches. Two years ago, on the twenty-ninth of September, Mother, my sister, and myself were lost in the woods. We took a wrong path and could not find our way out again. Indeed, Mother did
not know whether we would ever get out. We found a place where there was a small stream. Where we were, we had no idea. We saw bear tracks and deer tracks. We were out all night. About two o'clock in the morning we heard foxes barking, and we saw two of them. Next morning we found the path and went home. Altogether, we walked about twenty miles. We certainly were glad to get home. Lovingly, from one of your readers SARAH AHLBORN (AGE 13). MoUNT VERNON, N. Y. DEAR ST. NICHOLAS: You can't imagine how happy I am every time I catch a glimpse of your beautiful, precious covers; but one time when you were exceedingly welcome was during the first week of my vacation, up near New London, Connecticut. Every morning I went for the mail, before breakfast, and took the milk-pail along, for drinking water. Lo and behold, the postmaster one morning handed you out to me, for Dad had forwarded you! Well, dear St. NICK, I completely forgot about milk-pail, water, or breakfast in my eagerness to devour your delicious contents, and when I at last reached home, I found Mother in a state of alarm about my long absence! Then again, when I came home from my vacation, as I opened the door, there you were, waiting for me on the table, with a lovely tennis cover, portraying the game I love and play so much. Thanking you a hundred times for the golden hours I have spent with you, and which have proved very educating and delightful. Your ever-loving reader, MARIE LOUISE BURTON (AGE 13). OSHKOSH, WIS. DEAR ST. NICHOLAS: Whenever I think of you, I think of a jolly old Santa Claus with a large bag just full of new St. NICHOLASEs! I have taken you for six months and love you dearly. Every summer there is a series of boat-races held on Lake Winnebago, on which Oshkosh is situated. This series of races is called a regatta. There are many beautiful trophies raced for every year. It is certainly a beautiful sight to see the boats out on the lake, and very thrilling indeed is the finish. People come from all parts of the country to race. The last day of the regatta was a very stormy one. The boats were ordered out, and told to race to windward and back three times. They were sailing along peacefully, but under a very black sky, when suddenly, there were no boats to be seen! The storm had come at last, and it was an unusually bad one, so the boats had all tipped over! Of course, no one won the race
that day! All of the boats were smashed to kindling-wood. It was positively pathetic to see them.
The boys on the boats said that one instant there was smooth sailing everywhere, and the next they were clinging to anything they could get hold of. The lake was churned to foam. Thanking you St. NICHOLAS for the innumerable good times you have given me, PHYLLIS POPE (AGE 12).
THE DECEMBER NUMBER
2. Christmas. 3. Excelsior. 4. Wednesday. 5. Alexander6. Bethlehem. 7. Car. 8. Ski. 9. Two. 10. Sam. 11. Map. 12. Ash. 13. She. 14. Ant. 15. Jay. 16. Auk. 17. C 18. Cup. 19. Ivy. 20. One.
DIAGoNAL Words. 1. A. 2. Inn. 3. Anger. 4. Never. 5. Regal. 6. Raw. 7. L.
PRIMAL Acrostic. Initials, Fo Cross-words: 1. Patron. 2. Inside. 3. Loving. 4. Grouse. 5. Roused. 6. Intent. 7. Minute. 8. Saddle.
TRANspositions. Ludwig van Beethoven. 1. palm, Lamp. 2. sure, User. 3. shad, Dash. 4. haws, Wash. 5. chin, Inch. 6. page, Gło 7. lave, Vale. 8. beat, Abet. 9. pane, Neap. 10, lamb, Balm... 11. rest; Erst. , 12, seat, East, 13. Kate, Take. 14. this, Hist. 15. door, Odor. 16. live, Wile. 17. real, Farl. 18. done, Node.
CHARADE. Or, fee, us; Orpheus.
METAMoRPHoses. 1. Beach, peach, peace, place. 2. Place, plate, slate, state, stale. 3. Stale, stare, store, score. 4. Score, scare, scale.
To OUR PUzzlers: To be acknowledged in the magazine, answers must be mailed not later than January 28, and should be addressed to St. Nicholas Riddle-Box, care of THE CENTURY Co., 353 Fourth Avenue, New York City, N. Y. Solvers wishing to compete for prizes must comply with the LEAGUE rules (see page 333) and give answers in full, following the
plan of those printed above.
ANswers to ALL THE PUzzles IN THE Octobert NUMBER were duly received from Esther Laughton—Kathryn Huber—“The
6. Triply behead an animal, and leave a small portion. 7. Triply behead a stately home, and leave a unit. 8. Triply behead a vegetable, and leave to decay. 9. Triply behead a storeroom for food, and leave to attempt. 10. Triply behead a roundabout route, and leave a pronoun. 11. Triply behead fastened, and leave a masculine nickname. When the foregoing words have been rightly guessed and beheaded, the initials of the eleven three-letter words remaining will spell the name of a woman famous in war work. MARY T. ARNOLD (age 14).
My first is in September, but not in October;
A LITERARY ACROSTIC (Silver Badge, St. NiCHolas LEAGUE Competition) 14 1 . CRoss-words: 1. Tenth
. . 26 34 . 4 parts. 2. To bear witness to. , 24 11 . 37 3. An original inhabitant. , , 2 30 22 . 4. Comprehends. 5. More , 27 . 38 17 recent. 6. To come forth. * 10 33 . 28 7. An opening in a wall to * . 25 6 . admit light and air. 8. * 16 . 31 18 35 Measures of weight. 9. A * . . 21 39 bird. 10. Venturesome. 11. ... 36 20 8 ... Expresses gratitude, , 12. A , 5 23 . . 40 broad street. 13. Mooing. * . . . 19 9 14. Blots out. 15. To inspect. , 13 3 12 When these words have * . 15 . 32 been rightly guessed, the ini, 29 7 tial letters (indicated by
by stars) will spell a popular collection of myths and legends; the letters indicated by the figures from 1 to 9 will spell the name of the author; from 10 to 17, from 18 to 23, from 24 to 30, from 31 to 35, and from 36 to 40 will each spell a character in these stories. MARGARET wilSON (age 15).