s
fastened, greatly to the sorrow of his keeper who cared for
him. The bird is now stuffed and in a friend's room in New
York City.

Yours truly,

S. F. K. E. G.

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CINCINNATI, O.

DEAR ST. NICHOLAS: I thought I would write to you to say
what so many of the other girls and boys who take you have
already said: "That I love every one of your stories and can
hardly wait until the 25th of the month comes, to read you."
I have taken you two years and would not be without you one
single month. I live in the dirty city of Cincinnati, but I
have a great deal of fun any way.

We have had two snowstorms this winter, but by the time the
snow has lain on the ground three or four days it is so
black that I actually believe that people who come from the
country would not know it was snow unless they were told.

I will now close, hoping to have the pleasure of seeing this
letter printed.

I remain, your constant reader,

GRACE S. C.

P. S. I forgot to say I was thirteen years old and have a
brother nine years old, who thinks the ST. NICHOLAS "a
dandy," as he expresses it.

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MORE ABOUT CURVE-PITCHING.

LINCOLN CO., NEB.

DEAR ST. NICHOLAS: The two letters in the February number on
"curve-pitching," I was very glad to see. It was during my
college-days that the "curve" made its appearance, and it
was for some time a matter of much interesting discussion
among us. I was not much of a base-ball man, but I saw a
good deal of curve-pitching, and occasionally threw some
rather wild "curves" myself in an amateurish way. We budding
physicists discussed the why and wherefore of the problem,
but never arrived at any satisfactory solution. The same
explanation which is given in the second letter of your
February number suggested itself to me at the time, and I
was quite satisfied with it until I discovered that it did
not accord with the facts of the case. It is a beautiful
theory, but, like some other theories, it doesn't work.

According to the theor