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ry[[cutoff]] Finally Awards Honor d [[cutoff]] Prize to Jersey Woman p [[cutoff]] your loins! Assert your power! [[cutoff]] ell the warlike follies of the hour;[[cutoff]]leave our gallant patriots free [[cutoff]] sing their songs of Liberty -- [[cutoff]] ered as the wild flower in its [[cutoff]] ower. WILLIAM CAIRNS. [[cutoff]] 13 West 134th street, New York [[cutoff]] e rid of this troublesome poem, [[cutoff]] ry returned to its padded, muf[[cutoff]]om, placed its feet in tubs of ice [[cutoff]] nd continued its important task. [[cutoff]]y was allowed nothing to eat [[cutoff]] denatured cookies, thinned [[cutoff]] water and watermelon seeds. [[cutoff]] effort was made to keep their [[cutoff]] rature from going up. A phono[[cutoff]] played Tosti's "Goodby" and [[cutoff]] Last Rose of Summer." One jury [[cutoff]] who was chosen because he was [[cutoff]] rtaker as well as a Brooklynite, [[cutoff]] t prostration when he heard this [[cutoff]] thers fought for freedom [[cutoff]] e drear, dim long ago; [[cutoff]] e cannot celebrate it as we would. [[cutoff]] Aldermen say sadly -- [[cutoff]] they make of it a law -- [[cutoff]] e and Sane Fourth is the only [[cutoff]] Fourth that's good." [[cutoff]] rest of the above poem was car [[cutoff]] way to Barren Island. -- Let Us Be Merciful! [[cutoff]] we were children long ago [[cutoff]] England's sturdy nation. She chastened us with trying laws, And caused a conflagration. We bravely fought the raging flames Till we the victory won; Then stood at strict attention, That nothing be undone. The spirit that inspired us then Is still as strong to-day, Though time has healed the cruel wounds, And cleared all hate away. The Good Book teaches us to love All those who do us harm; Then why should we gloat o'er the past, Or scorn a friendship warm? It is not meet that we should crow In triumph o'er a friend Whose tongue we use in daily life, Whose laws we recommend. So, as a country proud and free, Let us all nations show That the once rejected Union Jack Is now Columbia's beau. JOHN ROBINSON. No. 131 West 90th st., New York city. The jury had many squabbles as to the exact manner of deciding on the winning verses. It was finally agreed that any poem which would put the whole panel to sleep should carry off the palm. Slightly Scrambled. We list in vain for the bang Of the little old toy cannon; No more we hear the clang Beside the River Shannon* Of the whirling ambulance That flies to aid the gory. Hooray for young Frank Chance - But that's another story. ABSALOM M'HOPKINSTEIN *The River Shannon really shouldn't figure in this, but it rhymes too well to be left out. Bulletin - The jury has thrown out the poem of Albert Growl on the ground that is seditious, whatever that means. Bulletin - Half the jury is asleep over one of William Cairn's poems, but there is no sign that the rest will topple over. Bulletin - The jury has just finished reading the first poem sent in by Marie Smith of Jersey City, entitled, "Give Us Peace." Three are sitting up straight and the reader will now start on her second entry, entitled "Independence." Extra Bulletin - The jury, after being waked up, has agreed on a verdict. The winner of the prizes is Marie Smith of No. 51 Stuyvesant avenue, Jersey City. She will receive not only the $5 cash prize, but the extra prize, which gives a literary tone to the contest, a copy of that rare and wonderful book entitled "Rollo in Paris." New Jersey has done the best work in the contest, indicating that that State will soon rival Indiana for literary flavor. The Bronx shown brightly, too, but there seems to be little hope for Manhattan as a pasture of poetry. Some night, when you are begging the doctor for bromides or a gentle shot of morphine, you will wish you had saved the wonderful poems of the contest. I have great faith in what the coming generation will do in aviation; for one thing I've noticed that the boys of to-day are intelligently interested in building models. A little six-year-old nephew, who has never witnessed a flight, writes to me more intelligently on types of machines and models than the majority of grown-ups whom I meet. Europe Advancing Aviation "I don't suppose a mere woman has any right to pass on what she thinks the future will bring forth, but I believe that the dirigible will ultimately be the weight-carrying machine of the air. The aeroplanes, when perfected, will be used for pleasure cars, speed, and in war for reconnoitring and bomb throwing. "Of course, you know, that while I mention I believe aviation is dead in this country, it is not in others. England, France and Germany, as well as the smaller countries, are doing wonders, but are not attempting to make money out of it to any extent. The governments there are paying the toll, but not for spectacular purposes. They realize that the air has not been completely conquered, and are experimenting and giving assistance. "There remain a great many interested in flying who believe the hydroaeroplane will bring about a healthy resurrection of the sport among wealthy sportsmen. Facts to date do not prove the assertion, though. "I have just one more regret, and that is that I shall hate to see the country that made flying possible allow other nations to excel us in its perfecting."
