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Monthly Bulletin of the Outdoor Nature' Club of Houston, .Texas,
Vol.2,' No. 3
Pots of Gold
The foolish 'followed the rainbow,
Wherever they saw it bend;
But they never came to the pot of gold
That swings from the rainbow's end.
Spring beckoned the wise,' "Come hither".
They hearkened, and behold!
The vines of the yellow jessamine
Were heavy with pots of gold.
— Mrs. A. J. James.
"Whereas sons sections of our State abound in holly,'
dogwood, and other decorative and flowering shrubs and trees
which add beauty to our woods wherever they grow;
And whereas many people are thoughtlessly cutting and
gathering these plants for their own pleasure or ruthlessly for
Therefore, be it resolved that the D. A. R. in Texas go
on record as opposing the careless and extravagant use of these
greens and as favoring the conservation of all plants, shrubs,
and trees of this kind."
This resolution was passed at the conference of the
Daughters of the American Revolution, in Wichita Falls, November
6th, 1924. Mr3. P. S. Tilson, Chairman of the Conservation and
Thrift Committee, D. A. R. of Texas, has also kindly furnished
Tho Zephyr a copy of the National D. A. R. Wild Flower Pledge,
Which has boen.accepted by the D. A. R. Chapter of Texas, and
is as follows:
"That the world may be more beautiful for all, I
promise not to pluck flowers nor destroy plants in woods and
fields where they are unprotected, except such as flourish
abundantly or are in the nature of weeds. All my influence
shall be used to protect wild flowers from destruction by others.
The Poor Man's Minstrel
The season of song is at hand.- The concert and the
opera we have had,' and are to have again. Vocalists whose artistic genius and skill has thrilled and delighted have sung from
man-made stages,' lighted with all the brilliancy,' or shaded with
the befitting gloom," which the sense and spirit of the songs demanded,' and the rioh, clad in purple and fine linen and adorned
with jewels rich and rare, have listened enraptured.
With spring and its roses anl flowers and violets and
diaphanous clouds has come the poor man's minstrel. His stage
is the dew-gemmed bower. The'only light which falls upon him
is the golden rays of the moon,' or the shimmering light of the
He sets no hour to begin. At twilight, at the witching
hour of midnight, in the misty gray of the early dawn, he sings
as never singer sang before, and, running the gamut of every note
and tone, rises to such heights of melody that the air is vibrant
with the matchless music poured so prodigally forth in a.cataract
of song by the monarch of all singers - the poor man's minstrel,
the Southern mockingbird. — From _h.e Houston Chronicle, 1922.
The pecan/ our state tree/ and the bluebonnet, our state
flower/ are both typical of Texas. The mockingbird would be
equally appropriate*as our state bird. Why not ehooss this
feathered prince of our woodlands, before some other state claims
him as its own?