Casper Daily Tribune Newspaper, December 31, 1922, Page 14

Cen Skerry ae eateng Winter Joys for Healthy, Happy Girls and Eoys A jolly time is Winter When everything in sight Instead of being green and brown 1s covered all with white All afternoon we coast! What funt We slide down hill, then up we run. the very kindest pup, ur sleds all up? girls and Jim and Bill Wish for a country all down hill! Still, Some build a snow man— inter joys o'er the bright smooth ice her girls and boys. The Beautiful Song That Yanto the Fiddler Heard ena wrneraerst "The Two Little Pigs Make a Snowball the house in which he had been bis- N r y tn. ss ¥ , ly welcomed Not tra of It <-> e days Yanto, 2 he saw n not gle list to the tvooing air. nT ae what are you youngsters try- Rooster fiercely, “as I was putting on tone of voice that meant business to 1 r person far t rustle in Summer air Fe, eects ng to do?” barked Towser, my rubbers, one was caught in that the barnyard. So the two plgsle- wk: j to col fe was ee ‘by this tin aut 1 scatter you ev said’ Yanlo, “tte'Tittio Foome wate leaning over the huge snowball snowball and away it went Lucky wigs hurried their precious snowball he in c a make o} words of one e where!" : that had bumped against his house. if I don't catch my death of cold.” down the hill, bumpity-bump-bump! been amusin th sely it, oh, rans Raster! Pe ei Ph “Nothin’, Mr. Towser,” squealed the “And they've taken all the delicious right against a tree. Bang! How it rong on my fiddle.” two little pigs at whom he was glar- Ginner of seeds I was about to ea:"” did fly to pieces, and how quickly i qQuacked Ducky Doodles. “My Mistress Hen, Ducky Doodles, Old or again an in they were ted, joined Again the music seemed to float on © before Yanto, and again he fr‘low so beautif ‘ footed t almost me the sound, more and more ger to MR. OWL OBJECTS. Sie SATS Sunt TOU LYE os coee taal chrobiaty beak eosbled Vikas ot iekiey ee onaS OEE Tea seo the unknown musicians : ee eer se Digeont Snow < "ball: thet vee WS the, tievey..« Sib, sciowtiall. went: ered wi thete belocigfaine Sauk ‘Gack tel! On and on he followed, taking no The cid hippopotamus cute made. We're not naughty at all.” over them and now they are gone. quacked, gobbled and crowed their stle heed of time or distance, still being One evening was playing his flute, “Not naughty?" cactled Madam Ren. However, will 1 be able to sec? Oh, satisfaction. lured onward by'the captivating mel-. -.“Don't serenade-me” When they rolled right over the lawsy mo!” P. §—Please watch out where you ahs Criaaithelswitengriiv? clean clothes I had spread out to “Roll that snowball down the hill roll big snowballu, No telling what # ee “As for music I don’t care a hoot.” bleach and the snowball gathered and against a tree. March, now! Of you might do. PB Fcc apg Arena Rage ra Teait gk F_ them all up” “Ané,” crowed Mr. with youl” barked Mr, Taweer ta the (Cocoa: PaWADiouza Recomp.) led him through bogs and swampy ground, up hill and down dale, until he was exhausted with fatigue. When he had reached an open, level piece of ground between some high hills the “music ceased. Nor could he hear it again, strain his ears as he would, As he was about to throw himself on the ground, too tired to exert himself further, on turning around he saw what seemed to be a fine house, from the open doors and win- dows of which came beams of light Dragging himself in its direction with great difficulty, Yanto entered a spacious ‘hall in which a noble company was assembled. Those who were there gathered to gether were dressed most richly, and a table filled with delicious viands in the center of the room. Flowers, flowers, yellow, pink ond white— In Summer all clong the road sou fill me with delight. Flowers, flowers, in Spring and Sum- mer days, A beautiful young girl advanced Flow. s gasty sing: ‘sour toward the wondering Yanto, anq, Serta z ete taking his hand, led him to a seat at But now in Winter the oadtsdes ol the bountifull7-spread tabla. : ‘iret bere Yento was very tired and for a “Jast What Are You Youngsters Trying to Dot” Barked Mr. Towser. Only snow seit ice ore glistening ev- moment he rested his head on his acengpchenan Le al erywhere. hand and closed his eyes. FEASTS IN STORE. That pumpkin must have been quite THE CANDLE. Or, maybe he has pipe-dreams wild But Winter days will qwickly pass by, apes he poened ‘ben torn un- —— light, The candle is a proud sailor, tall— Of when he was a little child. And the lovely flowers will come bead degli: Aa AR aay he ica , To soar to such a dizzy height. In trousers dazzling.white, If so—they all are coming true, egain to please our exe. restiy QSGhe upok hieeaea hoes aes rem a I fear it cannot come down goon. But, Bee! His pride will have a fall For bho grows small! What eam we __ ~ i Tas Mak % 1 ? A Beautifol Young Girl advanced Toward the Wondering Yanto, lying on a crag on the very tip'top Chalk eyes shine, That Jack o' Lantern 1s the moon. ¥0F now he lights his pipet oe ' POPPE MSDE A etetabesiae wanes y bade his host and the assembled ras! When I put Dolly, Gear, to bed, PFO RR, 1 RE 4 BIG JACK 0° LANTERN. ‘What do you mean by saying that Me Cree q Ga hse’ noasrasd wes heehee pat 9 Maud is ‘more or less pretty?” Upon the pillow stays her head; iz y: One big Jack o’ Lantern got away. “Well, she’s more pretty than most To fing me, movnings, is\e riddle, His path led among the many hills Some boy was careless at his play. _ girls and less pretty than you.” GERANIUM FARIES CANDLESIDE ELVES Sometimes I slip down, past the middle! To weigh me is exciting game, But dolly always weighs the same. Tucks in my dresses mother sews, But soon she says: “How that girf in the neighborhood of his home, often-times winding in and out in a most involved fashion, confusing ur- less the traveler knew his way. As Yanto reached one of the many Sapa has abet rie, ae ear I have a geranium, In from the woods and meadows esate distance, the sound of a harp. Ped, Gti ret cou. be te Ripe ont oe But dolly's skirts, from year to year, sta Te atid van ins Boidoce bx Summoned together by heralds Avs plenity 32 or ok ath pe ete Bee ee Most gay to see. Who beat a fairy drum. onc oraeim 8 and a is hour?" wondere anto, Pema nalivoved epi wand cugre TanIsIy: Now, I’m sure it is the home In through the cracks of windows, AN Bis sphpsleabedtg 82 ne pany voices. Of some fairies wee; Under each loose-hung door, singing, very sweet and melodious. ie They have flown into my house They creep with silent footsteps “I must reach those musicians, To live with me. Along the drafty floor. exclaimed Yanto. “I would like to hear more of that air they are play- ing. I am sure it would sound well on my fiddle.” Again did Yanto quicken his steps until the harp strains seemed yery near. But, though he heard the muste distinctly, both the strains of the harp and the voices of the singers, [sum JIM REBUS DICTIONARY J = Rus hi z ASHIRT, | ..ooeeeye pod ee They have come for miles and miles Away from the windy mountains, From across the lea; Dodging the Wintry blast, I hope they stay all Winter They warm themselves at my candles And use my k And feel quite warm ct last. Needle and Thread : Nou nib! Snip itch; busy fingers working.” Yords and yards of lovely cloth,.going into dresses. ‘GET 5. F Ona ey d nerer shirking Colors bright and colors soft, matching girlies’ tresses. THAD SF U HAVE ‘ thimble, merry s nping, skipping Something nice to finish up. Buttons! Ribbons! Laces} \ never slipping. Better still, when work is done the happy, smiling faces. ly 1 — Wordsworth. d NS i Small service is true service while it lasts. , The daisy, by the shadow that it casts, Pn C?onin Sn Of humblest friends, bright creature scorn not one! Protects the lingering dewdrop from the sun.