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No. 6

|OME on now and make up your mind. Don't put it off. Don't sit on the fence any longer. Don't lie in the bed a second more. It is eleven o'clock. The hour has struck. The train moves at twelve and dinner will be served at once.

The alloted span of life is three score years and ten-an infinitesimal period-a microscopical pin point in the march of the ages. Why not enjoy a few things as we go along? Why not take advantage of the opportunities that come our way? The Association needs your presence and support. The industry needs it. You need the Association and the valuable experiences. that come from these meetings. Boston is a splendid city. Take it all in all, there is no reason why you should not be present and a multitude of reasons why you should. Don't hesitate. Your old friends will expect you and new friends will be waiting for you. NOTIFY THE SECRETARY

If you are going, notify the Secretary at once, giving your initials and the names and initials of any guests who will accompany you. We want this information so that your badges may be ready and the time of both parties saved.

It beats the old cat how much noise it takes to wake us up on this particular point. Get rid of the WRITER'S CRAMP and send us something, pro or con, especially con. Subscribe your John Hancock to something-a promissory note, check, postal card or letter. We want a sample of your signature.

RESERVATIONS

This is important to you. Nothing is gained by waiting until you get there. Remember that delays often result in your disappointment. Write direct to Edward C. Fogg, Manager CopleyPlaza Hotel, Boston, Mass. Specify what you want and he will do the rest.

Paul Revere's Ride

Henry W. Longfellow

Listen, my children, and you shall hear
Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere,
On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five.
Hardly a man is now alive

Who remembers that famous day and year.

He said to his friend, "If the British march
By land or sea from the town tonight,
Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry arch
Of the North Church tower as a signal light,-
One, if by land, and two, if by sea;
And I on the opposite shore will be,
Ready to ride and spread the alarm
Through every Middlesex village and farm,
For the country folk to be up and to arm."

Booted and spurred, with a heavy stride On the opposite shore walked Paul Revere. Now he patted his horse's side, Now gazed at the landscape far and near, Then, impetuous, stamped the earth, And turned and tightened his saddle-girth; But mostly he watched with eager search The Belfry-tower of the Old North Church, As it rose above the graves on the hill, Lonely and spectral and somber and still. And lo! as he looks, on the belfry's height A glimmer and then a gleam of light! He springs to the saddle, the bridle he turns, But lingers and gazes, till full on his sight A second lamp in the belfry burns!

A hurry of hoofs in the village street,

A shape in the moonlight, a bulk in the dark,

And beneath, from the pebbles, in passing, a spark
Struck out by a steed flying fearless and fleet;

That was all! And yet, through the gloom and the light,
The fate of a nation was riding that night;

And the spark struck out by that steed, in his flight,
Kindled the land into flame with its heat.

So through the night rode Paul Revere;

And so through the night went his cry of alarm
To every Middlesex village and farm,-

A cry of defiance and not of fear,

A voice in the darkness, a knock at the door,
And a word that shall echo forevermore!

For, borne on the night-wind of the Past,