Harper's Round Table has always been the greatest source of pleasure to us, and has followed us around in our various wanderings, both here and abroad; always awaited with impatience and devoured with avidity. I have just finished that most delightful serial "For King or Country," and think it one of the finest stories I have ever read. I began it one evening after supper, and became so much excited over it that I could not lay it aside until I had reached the last page. My other favorite serials were "Dorymates," "The Red Mustang," and "The Flamingo Feather."
Roslyn is a quiet little town on the north shore, nestled at the foot of Harbor Hill, the highest elevation on the island. It is on Hempstead Harbor, and looking out across the Sound one can see the hills of Connecticut ten miles away. It is a resort much frequented by tourists in the summer-time, and its scenery is most picturesque. With its rolling meadows, deep glens and recesses, and ridges of hills, one might almost imagine Switzerland on a small scale. We are devotedly fond of the place, having lived here the greater part of our lives, and were quite heart-broken at leaving it to go to Europe in early 1889. My sister and I go to a classical school here, and take the regular college preparatory dose of Latin, Greek, and mathematics, which we enjoy immensely.
We are both ardent disciples of photography, and also struggling young acrobats on the treacherous fiddle-string. During our leisure hours we ride, drive, skate, play tennis, or swim—according to season.
Hilda Ward, L.R.T.
Roslyn, N. Y.
Queer Signs of Coming Events.
There is old sign that if the housewife drops her dishcloth, "company" is coming. Did you ever hear of it? Then there are signs about the weather, about luck, and about many similar things. We want to know the signs common with you. Do you live in the South, in Canada, or in the West? Tell the Table briefly a few of the signs you oftenest hear. Those that strike us as the oddest and the funniest we will print, giving credit to the senders of them. Cannot our readers abroad help us on the collection? We hope so.
Kinks.
No. 50.—A Diagonal Acrostic.
Here is as pretty a puzzle as one could wish to see. Its answer is simple, and yet fewer things are harder to construct than this double acrostic. It looks easy—but! You remember the story of the fresh Freshman at college who thought proverbs simple. His professor told him to make a few! In the following the primal diagonal reads downwards, the final one upwards. The five short couplet lines throw light on the cross-words:
Two brothers we are said to be,
And children of the year;
We come each spring, and always bring
Some proof that spring is here.
The elder fumes and shakes his plumes
That spring should be so coy;
But, much more mild, the younger child
Sheds copious tears of joy.