NATURE’S FAVORITES
A much humbler flower than the violets greets us on the roadsides—the bright yellow cinquefoil, its vine leaves, and blossom bearing resemblance to the strawberry, so that the county people call them “yellow-flowered strawberries.” Common as the cinquefoil is, it belongs to a noble, even royal, family among flowers—the rose. It is a poor cousin of the garden’s queen.
WITH THE EDITOR
FOR our name we have chosen Youth. This word is the fullest expression of our ambition. It stands for that period of human life toward which the very young folk look forward with pleasant anticipations, and the old look back with something like regret. It contains the suggestion of hope, vigor, and buoyancy—the ideal requisites of America’s young folks. Surely we might have looked far for a more fitting title.
Although a new name to many, and therefore lacking in that esteem which only long acquaintance can give, we have every reason to expect the same generous greeting which we have heretofore received.
Indeed, beginning with this issue, we shall have with us many who have known Youth in its earlier home. We offer them a hearty welcome and promise to do our utmost to deserve a continuation of their stanch support.
A great many well-meaning people seem to regard childhood and youth in the light of an ailment. This is painfully apparent in their views of juvenile literature. As they might forbid a particular diet to all invalids, so, just as rigidly, they prohibit the reading of this or that form of literature by those afflicted with youthfulness.