=DOG FINDS LAD DEAD IN DRIFT=

=Unidentified Body of Young Traveler Found by Faithful Hound Near Small Alpine Village--White Mantle His Snowy Shroud=

ST. BERNARD, Sept. 12.--Early this morning a dog belonging to the St.

Bernard Monastery discovered the body of a young man, half buried in the snow.

In his hand was clutched a flag with the word "Excelsior" printed on it.

It is thought that he pa.s.sed through the village last night, bearing the banner, and that a young woman had offered him shelter, which he refused, having answered "Excelsior."

The police are working on the case.

("The Landing of the Pilgrim Fathers")

=PILGRIM DADS LAND ON Ma.s.s.

COAST TOWN=

=Intrepid Band of Britons, Seeking Faith's Pure Shrine, Reach Rock-Bound Coast, Singing Amid Storm=

PROVINCETOWN, Ma.s.s, Dec. 21--Poking her nose through the fog, the ship _Mayflower_, of Southampton, Jones, Master, limped into port to-night.

On board were men with h.o.a.ry hair and women with fearless eyes, 109 in all.

Asked why they had made the journey, they alleged that religious freedom was the goal they sought here.

The _Mayflower_ carried a cargo of antique furniture.

Among those on board were William Bradford, M. Standish, Jno. Alden, Peregrine White, John Carver and others.

Steps are being taken to organize a society of Mayflower Descendants.

("The Bridge Of Sighs")

=KINLESS YOUNG WOMAN, WEARY, TAKES OWN LIFE=

=Body of Girl Found in River Tells Pitiful Story of Homelessness and Lack of Charity=

LONDON, March 16.--The body of a young woman, her garments clinging like cerements, was found in the river late this afternoon.

In the entire city she had no home.

There are, according to the police, no relatives.

The woman was young and slender and had auburn hair.

No cause has been a.s.signed for the act.

Song of Synthetic Virility

Oh, some may sing of the surging sea, or chant of the raging main; Or tell of the taffrail blown away by the raging hurricane.

With an oh, for the feel of the salt sea spray as it stipples the guffy's cheek!

And oh, for the sob of the creaking mast and the halyard's aching squeak!

And some may sing of the galley-foist, and some of the quadrireme, And some of the day the xebec came and hit us abaft the beam.

Oh, some may sing of the girl in Kew that died for a sailor's love, And some may sing of the surging sea, as I may have observed above.

Oh, some may long for the Open Road, or crave for the prairie breeze, And some, o'ersick of the city's strain, may yearn for the whispering trees.

With an oh, for the rain to cool my face, and the wind to blow my hair!

And oh, for the trail to Joyous Garde, where I may find my fair!

And some may love to lie in the field in the stark and silent night, The glistering dew for a coverlet and the moon and stars for light.

Let others sing of the soughing pines and the winds that rustle and roar, And others long for the Open Road, as I may have remarked before.

Ay, some may sing of the bursting bomb and the screech of a screaming sh.e.l.l, Or tell the tale of the cruel trench on the other side of h.e.l.l.

And some may talk of the ten-mile hike in the dead of a winter night, And others chaunt of the doughtie Kyng with mickle valour dight.

And some may long for the song of a child and the lullaby's fairy charm, And others yearn for the crack of the bat and the wind of the pitcher's arm.

Oh, some have longed for this and that, and others have craved and yearned; And they all may sing of whatever they like, as far as I'm concerned.

THE COUNTRY LIFE PRESS, GARDEN CITY, NEW YORK