| Show JUST TO CLEAR A FRIENDS BAD NAME Editorial from colliers it matter much where you are go outdoors any tine fine day now at dusk and listen tor for sounds from the sky even in the middle ot of a city you may hear bear them queer cries ot of shree and once in a while a queer sliding roar as though a double bass harp liard were falling from heaven with loose strings it if you do hear bear them look for or a good sized long winged bird or s several everal birds skating around in the air with lazy grace their flight aimless each swerve and dip and flutter means one less bug mosquito perhaps keep watching see that fellow dropping what struck him 11 hell 11 smash no he up hell zoom at the end of his nose dive aeve and catch that roaring sound again it must be tun fun to be a nighthawk daytimes he spends lying up he may trust his naps to a pebble root roof he may even been have been hatched there for his family dont build nests but it if you were to come upon him there his colors blend with the root roof so well that find him hard to t see you might kill him with a stick but dont and dont let your boy do it for he is actually just about as much of a hawk as he Is ot of a hand saw bugs are his only prey he catch anything else it if he be tried and nobody knows how many more bugs would plague us but tor for him besides in the long lone hot summer when you wish you could get away his voice brings touch and thrill ot of open country |
