July 1915

Sommaire

• Love

  QUT of the sky, the clouds fly high;
  Verily, merrily, thou and I
  Flee like the clouds from the world—
  There's none can find where the clouds are sped;

  par John W. Draper
• Young Edison in Our Village

  Charles Edison has made good his various promises.
  His energy is keeping pace with his enthusiasm. Fourteen
  days ago he started his activities in Greenwich Village
  and he has produced in these fourteen days more positive
  results than all the neighborhood betterment, Greenwich
  Village Beautiful—and who knows what committees proposed,
  started and never brought to a resultful finish.

  par Michael Monahan
• Mosquitoes’ Necks

  It is absolutely necessary for the mosquito to have his head securely fastened to his shoulders, and his neck is the only thing there is to do it. No matter how sharp his bill is, he couldn't push it through the skin of the person he is perched on except by having a strong neck. His whole
  weight, if he stood straight up on end, would not press it through. So what he does is to catch onto the skin with his feet and then by contracting the muscles of his legs and holding his neck rigid he can put enough pressure onto his bill that it goes right through.

  par D. Molby
• Venetian Song

  Not yet risen is the moon;
  But the stars burn bright.
  Come, come to me, loved one,
  Come!
  Gliding o'er the gray lagoon,
  Robed in night—

  par John W. Draper