Casper Daily Tribune Newspaper, January 28, 1923, Page 12

What Sambo Saw Up in the Chestnut Tree AY down near the southern border lived a little black ¥ \ boy named Sambo. C to his house grew a large chestnut tree and high up near the top a busy squirrel had built its nest. A large rough nest made of sticks and leaves filled with hells of nuts through by little teeth watched the squirrel wanted to climb up and se Sambo often little ad baby squirrels, which he was almost sure must be inside He nver wore shoes or bu clothes we and his could c he and b any safely. One farmer ne ver quarter. “Sambo, do you want to earn this quarter?” he asked. sure,” a a white by, showed son of a oa sil- wered an “All right,” a, white boy. “It’s you if you get me a baby squirrel for a pet “Yosser,” said Sambo. “Ise goin’ to dat squirrel for you. I ist now whe ane t'de old one out by d bring you de young ‘ur So Sambo started to climb. He elimbed up and up and finally reach- edfhe nest and swung himself over a branch. Leaning over he looked to find out if the old squirrel was there for;he knew how those teeth could bifd Though his hands were tough h jared not put them into the nest without looking. Stretching his neck to see, he al- m@st fell from the branch. A large bidck snake reared his head and red right into Sambo’s black eyes. Sambo did not wait tn look again, but slid down that tree like a whiz. . H¢@ was ‘so frightened he lay quite P Haryev Peane still for a few m When he logked up he saw the snake tched out along the branch, not seeming to had a little hat, want to move, either. Very likelyhe His head *twould almost miss; hal already squirrels and captured the nall It was so much too small for him ade a meal of them. It made him look like this, BrAcK LACE. When there is no snow on the trees their long branches look like a finely designed lace of black. 1 it marvelous what beauty nature has in store for us even during the Winter months TO THE LADY SLIPPER. Lady slipper in the garden, Over you how I enthuse; For there's not another flower That can really fill your shoes Away down deep in grasses green There lives a world so seldom seen And there wee creatures live and die And all unseen by human eye. THE TINY THINGS Sharp eyes can see a Jot of thing Where’s lots of things to sec. The sky is blue, the earth is round; There's wind and waves and sea, There’s oceans wide and mountains high, Bo wonderful and grand, But look ‘round for the tiny things Upon this blessed land. The tiny things, the tiny things; A nut, a leaf, a twig, All of them as wonderful As things that we call big. Tho tiny thoughts of every day About some tiny thing Will blossom forth in memory land And there forever cling. “I Must Get a Little Exercise Sow That Everybody is in Bed.” THE BEAUTIFUL MAIDEN AND THE LITTLE BLUE FORGET-ME-NOTS — N the early ages of the world, I when everything was beautiful, the Angels in Paradise looked down upon the earth rolling in space, and as he gazed he espied a lovely maiden wandering in a fra- grant meadow twining for: in her hair. one of t-me-nots Lovely as the morning was the maiden and she had eyes as blue as the sky and hair like spun gold, and the Angel thought never had he seen anything so charming as this earthly maid. Down he m to the garden as fast as his wings could fly, for he had fallen in love with the beauteous girl He was so resplendent that Haza was easily moved tq love, and the two spent many happy hours togeth- cr. But when the Angel would have returned to his home in the skies he found the gates were barred against him, for no one who loves an earthly maid may re-enter the abode of the blessed Disconsolatey he stood outside, and when he asked would he ever be taken back he was told “Never can you enter your Celes- tial home until the maiden whom you loved more than your home plants the whole world with forget-me- the Angel sought the My beloved,” he said, “it is de- creed that never again may I return to my home in until you have sown forget-me-nots over the whole world “But that\ will be no hardship,” said the maid. “I love that beauti- ful little blue flower and gladly will I sow it everywhere!” The angel was very happy at hear- ‘adise ET’S take our sleds out to the L Big Hill this afternoon after school,” said Geor; All right, I'm with you,” an- swered Johnnie as they hurried off to school, Immediately after schoo! they met, 1 and were off with their sleds. “Y'll race you down the hill,” said Johnnie, “Fine idea,” No sooner said than they were off, Twice they went up and down the hill. “You haye beaten me _ twice,” “I Think I Will Turn a Somersault!” ‘Rarver Poare | DOWN HE CAME ing this, but explained: “It no light ta: for the world is ver: field, every u undertake, large, and every mountain, every river bank, every forest, every nook, ev- ery-cranny, must have a forget-me- not planted in it, and not only one flower, but myriads of them.” “I will not falter,” “1 will tts said the maid. plain, climb TO THE GARD every mountain, explore every nook and cranny and plant myriads of the precious little blossom!” “And I will assist you,” said the Angel, “and everywhere you go I will also go, and where you plant a flower there will IT also plant another, so we will thus cover the whole world.’, Then the two set forth to plant the tiny blue blossoms of the forget-me- GEORGE AND JOHNNY AND HOW THEY WENT COASTING George said as th d time, “now it’s my turn.” The thir race w a close one. First one boy forged ahead and then the other. Now George got excited. He had gained about five feet. True the car coming, but what of it? started up -the fe could swerve at the curb and just skip it Perhaps his daring would win Johnnie's admiration at that. But that was the last he knew for about two days. When he opened his eyes again his mother was at his bedside and told him he had almost been killed by the trolley car. “How long will I have to stay in the hospital,” desperately asked George, for he knew the holidays were fast approaching. “For many a long day,” sadly an- swered mother. “It’s a lucky thing You were not killed or crippled for life, You took a terrible chance,” “Yes, I did, mother. I know it was not worth the pain I have now. I've certainly learned my lesson,” admitted George, “I'm mighty relieved to hear you say that, George,” comforted mother; “and I do hope the other boys will profit by your experience.” not. Up hill and dowh dale they traveled, planting in meadow, on hillside, on the banks of the babbling brooks, on the shores of the rushing rivers, They paused never in their labors. Everywhere, if they saw even a lit- tle handful of earth, they left the tiny plant behind them. Day after day passed and week after week, month after month, and even year after year, but they wearied not of their labors. The Winter’s cold, nor the Sum- mer's heat, nor the rains of Autumn or blustering winds of Spring terred them not. de- At last their task was ended, every spot on the whole earth had been visited and planted, and weary and spent, they reached the gates of Par- adise. Slowly the gates opened and they heard the Celestial Keeper of the door call forth: “Enter ye both.” (Courtesy Puitaperpnta Recorp.) Queen's Lace dkerchief. The kerchiefs rare that edge our fleld No Brussels factory could yield, ie a Ss Hacvey ear o When Johnny wore the little hat It filled his soul with bliss; It was so much too large for him It made him look like this. Wurre LACE - The trees look just as beautiful in the Winter time as they do in Summer, When they are covered with snow they look like white magic lace, and how beautiful they are against the sky. A MELTING TALE The Story of an Icicle Beautiful shining things I found, Hanging almost to the ground, Gathered them from off the shed, Took them with me into bed. But when morning came, my eyes Found them gone, to my surprise. All my pillows wringing wet. Don’t quite understand it yet. MOTHER’S LITTLE HOME HELPER ABEL came hurrying in from M kindergarten to show her mother what she had made. Mother was mending and Mable spread out her treasures upon the mending basket. “Look mother, this was my best work. I like to do this,” and Mable spread out a lovely paper mat woven with pink and white stripes, “That is just ke what I am do- ing,” said mother with a smile. 1 Mable’s eyes opened wide. “Why mother,” she said, “you're darning!™ “Yes,” answered mother and she placed her stocking close to the pa- per mat. A lovely thought popped into Ma» ble’s head. “QO mother, may I learn to darn, then we can do our weaving togeth- er?” And that was the beginning of what mother called her best kind of home helper. GYPSIE FAIRIES, Roaming through the fields and grove, Building fires without a stoves Now I know what I see here, This old fireplace is a seer— ‘Tis the gypsy fairies free That were bound within a tree, Burning logs now tell mo tales Of the gypsies in the yales. MR. ELEPHANT’S STRATEGY, Said the monk, “I would fain be M1 bed, But the pesky mosquitos I dread.” Cried the elephant, “Say, Where's your brain, anyway? I cover my head with a spread.” ee Peter, Peter pumpkin eater, Had a wife and wouldn't keep her, Till he put her on the ice, “That,” said he, “will keep her nice.” MOTHER GOOSE DOT PUZZLE { { CHICKIE’S SAVING BA Maggie cut and cleaned the chicken, While Willie ran to look. Cried he when she cut the gizzard: “Look, here's Biddy’s pocket- book! Icy Branches See the branches of the trees All hent down; They are silver, glittering bright, That were brown, Weary, weighted with thick iee— Hear them groan; Bowing branches bending lon— Hear them moan. arl and erystal are the hills— In the light; In the sun a diamond world Oh, so bright. Tam out here on my skis On the snow, Listening to the talking trees— As they blow. The inner side of every cloud Is bright and shining; therefore turn my clouds The Artist Pictures on the window pane All agleam; They were painted in the night— Field and stream. With a penell silyer tipped— Fairy girls, Mountains, fences and wild birds, Loops and swirls. Do you know this artist's name yho has left s work done by his long Fingers deft? Jack Frost is his name, I know— by his art, With ice peneils he touches Every heart. about JMNSA Nill \ To show the lining! And always wear them inside out— In olden time a famous queen Had friend, a knight of gentle mien. Once, on a rainy, muddy day He spread his cloak ss the way For her to tread. —Anon.