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"ЖІНОЧИЙ CBIT« The purpose of the club is а social one; to know your Ukrain- ian brother and spend an enter- taining evening with him, and to know more about your Ukrainian background. In order to help Se “My Crime” By IVAN FRANKO Translated by members get ahead, a fund is being contemplated. The fund will be for the benefit of ambitious students who wish to continue their studies and can do so only through some financial aid. At the last social meeting, tal- ented members entertained with folk-songs, folk-dances, and plays, and a few speakers told about the old homeland. In June а dance will be held to end up the school year. Then іп July, a picnic tops the last of the social functions until the fall. Now the club is centering its interests on the publishing of a paper. The first issue will appear the first week in July. Louise Misko, President. SUBJECTS OF INTEREST The Largset Bird з зо в The largest known bird is the condor, a native of South Amer- ican mountainous regions. It resmebles much the eagle. The average expanse of its wings is ten feet. They are black with traces of white along the wings. They live on dead and helpless animals, and are very gluttenous. з «з Snakes There are approximately 2,000 different kinds of snakes. They range in size from five inches to the huge tropical reptile of forty feet. They inhabit all regions of the globe except the polar. Animal life is their chief food, ші some exist on eggs. Most species reproduce by laying eggs, although some give birth to their young. No! I cannot bear it. Ї can bear it no longer. I must make a public confession of my sin, though I know beforehand that the weight on my soul will not thus be light- ened. But recompense in this case is impossible, for, what recompense can be made for innocently spill- ed blood; how can a murdered life be restored. I am siezed by horror when that unfortunate occurence with all its details reappears in my memory. Many years have passed since it happened, possibly more than thirty. was at that time a callow village youth and ran about play- ing through the woods and field about my native village. — Spring, with its first, beau- tiful, warm day, had come. For the first time since our long in- prisonment in cramped huts we, the village youths, were enabled to run about out-doors freely and unrestrainedly. We ran out into the hayfield, bare of its recently discarded wintry blanket. Only here and there were green shoots newly sprouting out of the ground, sharp cane leaves still bound together in needle-like points, leaves of horse-radish and burdock by the stream. In the woods not far away the zround was white with wild gar- lic, just beginning to flower. ove us arched the deep blue sky, the sun smiled warmly, and in the distance, like spark- ling diamond crowns, gleamed the snow-capped Carpathian peaks. — We were not greatly mov- ed by their beauty, for we could feel each moment the chill wind which swept down from them to the east. And the stream sensed it, for in the morning it had flowed crystal clear and silent; now it swirled angrily in the narrow con- fines of its banks and pushed downward to the sea, its turbulent waters a dirty yellow; the same waters which, now melted by the spring sun, had been the diamond crowns on the mountain tops. — But even this was not suf- ficient to repress our joy at the coming of spring. We walked about, ran and leaped, visiting our old friends: the mighty old oak at the edge of the wood on whose broad branches we had often climbed, racing with the squirrels; the tall weeping willow with its thin, drooping branches upon which we had swung, to the extreme annoyance of the woods- man; the quiet springs їп the deeper recesses of the woods about which we had secreted our- selves towards nightfall to watch the fox, the woodchuck, and the wild boar come to drink; and finally, the clear, deep millponds where we went to fish and swim. — Now, it is true, everything about us looked quite bare and sad, and the water, the surface of which in the summer time was broken time and again by the leaping fish which swam about under the leadership of the larg- est, was quiet and unruffled. — In spite of that at every step we peered curiously into the water, under the overhanging banks, under old logs to see if, perchance, we could discover Friend Pike frozen in the ice, or if Madam Beaver had not kindly been paying our fish a visi “Hist! Quiet!... two or three of the boys whispered suddenly, and dropping to the ground we crawled cautiously forward and surrounded a thicket of small trees and bushes. “What is it? What's in there?” I whispered after a seemingly in- terminable time. “A bird! A bird! Don't you see it?” “Where is it? Where?”
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