The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, July 21, 1895, Page 14

14 Cradle Song. Hush-a-bye, sweetheart, the stars are all sleeping, Scarcely a twinkle, 50 softly they rest. Xever a flower from its slumber is peeping; The ships are asieep on the dark ocean’s breast. The rosebudssink to sleep in the darkness, little bird in its nest. , the hyacinth's faces and dreaming the whole night Hush-a-bye, b The fair eeps in her cobweb laces 15 jewels of gleaming dew. 1 & clondy cradle And star-tringed blankets of blue. O, some little bables are soitly sleeping, Sheltered unde warm green sod: ad mothers are bitterly weeping me with God, ny own little baby, of Nod. JessiE VIVIEN KEBE. “Will you kindly tell me,” I asked of the artist from old Japan who has made some sketches to amuse the children, who have learned to look for their own particu- lar corner of THE CaLy, “will you kindly tell me where I can find some books with legends and folk-lore of your country in But t And safe in the re said Mr. Aoki. ‘“Books? ¥, books are not good for anything at all. 3 “If you will do me the so great honor to sit yourself down in this my chair I shall be most happy indeed to tell you some stories which my so wise and honored grandmother has said to me when I was but a boy in mine own country.” I cannot tell you the siories over again in the quaint and pretty language that my kind entertainer used; but they are Aoki’s own stories nevertheless, and they have not been spoiled by being written down in a book. They were told to me in a pretty room where Japanese sea gods and wind gods grinned or frowned across screens at dol- phins and dragons and birds and reptiles scarcely less expressive and fantastic than themselves; where cabinets of bamboo held beautiful and priceless vases, frail baskets of finest workmanship, and, among the daintiest fans and bric-a-brae, a little ile of bronze and iron sword guards, all gundreds of vears old, and stained with the blood of nobody knows what feuds and battles. Curios and kumshaws wereall about, and although you all know very well about the curios, perhaps the custom of kumshaws is not so familiar. Kumshaws are gifts, which may or not be valuable, but must be appropriate, and show that they have been selected with thoughtfulness. A Japanese merchant of any kind, or any person in Japan who has render: service for which he is paid, like | in turn are a pride and glory to the tree, | and they bring sunshine to its very heart, | 80 that it grows but stronger and happier | with advancing years. So, too, will our { parents live, if we, the branches, live good | lives and bring them honor and peace. “Last of all the house is trimmed also oods Realm: THE THREE BUNS. [Sketched for “The Call” by Aoli.] THE SAN FRANCISCO CALL, SUNDAY, JULY 21,. 1895. not treat it tenderly, so it sprang from your hands and committed suicide! “ It is so always. If you do not treat | people and things tenderly, if you do not |shcw them consideration and love, they | are not happy, they have no wish to live. | “If you will learn this New Year's day | with the delicate and fragrant blossoms of the almond tree. The blossoms teach us to live so that when we fall, as the blossoms do, we shall leave behind a fragrance of sweetness, and a memory of beauty in the | hearts of those who have loved us. “These are the decorations, then, of a Japanese home when it salutes the new > & THE ANT AND THE GRASSHOPPER. [Sketched for “The Call” by Aoki) groponion to the amount of business you ave done with him either, as I fear would would soon grow to be our commercial habit if the kumshaw custom were to be imported to us. A kumshaw proper is a work of art, or article of wvirtu, which cannot be readily bought. The theory is, of course, that the merchant presents you with a souvenir of | the occasion,and in the shape of some- g which is impressed with his in- duality, and which is valued by its recipient for that reason. To return to the legends, you must not conclude, even if some of them seemed ar, that they bave been borrowed from the spelling-books of your own grand- mother’s youthful days. They are similar only as the folk-lore of all nations has a similarity, and they are less likely to be borrowed than to spring from a common source. A Lesson in Carefulness. “When I was a boy,” said Mr. Aoki, “my teacher invited me to spend New Year's day at his house and to assist him in serving the guests who come always to pay their respects upon that occasion. *‘About the decorations in honor of the day I will tell you alittle. At the en- trance were tall stalks of the bamboo, or chico as it is called in our country. The chico is typical of uprightness and of purity of heart, and it is set up at this season to tell people to remember to grow each year, as does the bamboo, taller, nobler, stronger. “Among the stalks of bamboo and all about the doorway of my teacher's house were branches of the pine tree, placed there to teach a lesson in the unity of the fam- ily. The tree grows strong and puts forth many branches whick it supports, These year—the pine, called. cor, the bamboo, or chico, and the almond, which is bae in our language. ."Goipfi into my teacher’s house, Usaluted him with respect, as did I also the other persons who were present. In the dining- room I found another boy—my friend— who was going to assist in serving the guests also. “Pretty soon I was sent to bring in the punchbowl—big and beautiful and werth very much money. “My friend laughed to see me carryin the bowl with very much care, and he tol me I could toss it up a little and catch it eafely in my two hands, so, if I only dared. “Of course, I wanted t show what a very much brave boy I wes, so I tossed up the Eunchbowl, and caught it again in my ands one, two, three times. " “‘Only—the third time it somehow slipped between my hands.and fell to the floor and was broken in pieces, “You can know that I am eh, very much frightened, and very much ashamed. 1 goto tell my teacher, but he is talking with the guests who come to salute him, and so he is busy with them all the dey. “I so ashamed all day till evening is come, and then my teacher he call me to come and talk to him. He is so kind, so polite—just like he is all the time. Asfor me, I ashamed, very much ashamed. “ Do you know how much the punch- bow! cost?’ my teacher said to me. ‘It cost very mu money, more than $200, and not you and I together can hope to buy another. But it is not for that that I am so very much sorry. Iam sorry be- cause I love the bowfpeuuae it is good and beautiful. When it is I that carry the bowl I carry it very carefully, holding it close to the side that is next my heart. ‘“‘*And do you think that you bave broken the bowl? You have not broken it—you could not break wfihinf. But the dish {elt that you did not love 1t, that you did to be always kind, my son, I sball never be sorry for the loss of my beloved bowl.’” The Three Buns. When little Oto came, dressed in his very best kimono and his gayest girdle, to make his New Year’s call at a great nobleman’s house he was given a dish of buns, as is the custom of the country. There were three fine plump buns in the dish, and Oto, who was generous and kind, gave one of them to a little child | which came toddling into the room while he was alone there. Then Oto himself ate & bun and found it exceedingly good. He wisbed 1o eat another, but in Japan it would be ill-bred to eat the last bun in the dish and Oto did not wish to behave badly while mak- ng a call at the house of a nobleman. e sat down beside the dish, therefore, and when the little child came back and wished to_eat the last bun Oto frightened him away by making what he himself was pleased to call & ‘‘devil-face.” He could not bear to have the last bun eaten and so appear to be a rude boy; and so when he again heard footsteps ap- proaching he again made the devil-face. There was a little scream, and, looking u)}x). poor Ote found that instead of the child be had frightened his hostess, the nobleman’s gentle and beautiful daughter. Moral: e who attempts to frighten others may himself fall into the trap. The Broken Vase. Orito and Taro were playing about a grand tall vase which was filled with water, when Taro, who had imprudently ciimbed upon the cover, fell into the vase. H¢ was not tall enough to reach the top and nobody but his listle playmate was at hand to attempt a rescue. In this dreadful extremity Orito, with- out waiting too long, found a large stone, broke a hole at the bottom of the jar, an so released his unfertunate friend. Then the two boys went together to tell their story to the lord of the household. ‘What, what!” said the great man. “You have broken the wonderful jar? Alas and alas! do Yon not know that the jar was worth a million sen, and that you can never give me so much money ?”’ “Sire,” said the youn%oorlto, very stead- ily if very sadly too, “I'too am very much sorry about the vase. But even if it was worth a million sen I can hope that by working for you all my life long I can re. WYKYDIE for it. “‘But if it had been Taro’s life that was neither you nor I nor any one else in all’ the worlz could bring it back again.” And then the lord of the household spoke kindly to the brave boy and thanked him that .he bad broken the wonderiul vase to save a human life. The Ant and the Grasshopper. The grasshopper danced all day in the rice fields, and he feasted with thanksgiv- ing while the rice was in the mills. Gracious and grateful was the feast and gay and glad was the sunshine. Music was in the air and the nights were only less joyful than the days, and the sunlight was scarcely more welcome than the breezes and the soft dews of sveningfi _Life was all pleasure to the grasshop till the harvest time, but after that the winds grew colder and drenching rains poured over the land. Half chilled to death and half drowned the grasshopper knocked at the door of the cory home of the ant family. He knew that inside were comfonabfe rooms, dry and warm. He knew too that there was great store of rice inside, for he had seen the thousands of ants toiling the long summer threugh to gather it. Inside the ants were feasting and merry- making in their turn and they did not even hear their unhappy neighbor calling to them for help. LF they had known he was suffering there they would have brought him in, for even the ants in Japan under- stand the laws of hospitality; but the rain goured down meantime and when the sun id finally peep forth again they saw the body of the imprudent grasshopper float- ing in a pool of muddy water. With Kynahn Students. Sometimes I would write familiar stories for the class, all in simple sentences, and in words of one syllable. Sometimes I would suggest themes to write upon, of which the nature aimost compelled simple treatment, Of course I was not very suc- cessful in my purpose, but one theme chosen in relation to it, My First Day at School,” worked a large number of com- positions that interested me in quite another way, As revelations of sincerity of feeling and of character I offer a few selections, slightly abridged and cor- rected : “My brother and_sister took me to school the first day. I thought I could sit beside them in the school, as I used to do at home; but the teacher ordered me to go to a classroom which was very far away from that of my brother and sister. Iin- sisted upon remsgining with my brother and sister, and when the teacher said that could not be I cried and made a great noise. Then they allowed mry brother te leave his own class and to accompany me to mine. But aiter awhHe I found play- mates in my own class, and then I was not afraid to be without my brother.” taken awa This Also is Quite Pretty and True. “A teacher (I think the head master) called me to him and told me that I must become a great scholar. Then he bade some man take me into a elassroom where there were forty or fiffy scholars. 1 felt afraid and pleased at the same time at the thought of having so many play-fellows. They looked at me slyly and I looked at them. I was at first afraid to speak to them. Little boys are innocent like that.” “Before Meiji there were no such public schools in Japan as there are now. Butin every province there was a sort of students’ society composed of the sons of Samurai. Unless a man were a Samurai his son conld not enter such a society. It was under the control of the lord of the province, who appointed a director to rule the stud_mts. e principal study of the Samurai was tLat of the Chinese lamguage and of litera- ture, Most of the statesmen of the present Government were once stu- dents in, such Samurai schools. Com- mon . citizens and country people had to send their sons and daughters to primary schools, called terakoya, where all the teaching was usually done by one teacher. It consisted of little more than reading, writing, calculating and some moral instruction. We could learn te write an ordinary letter or a very easy essay. At 8 years ofd I was sent to a terakoya, as I was not the son of a Sa- murai. At first I did not want te go and every morning my srandfather had to strike me with his stick to make me go. The dimirline at that school was very severe. 1f a boy did not obes he was beaten with a bamboo, being held down to receive his punishment. After a year many public schoels were opened and I entered & public school.” “A great gate, a pompous building, a very large, dismal room with benches in a row—these I remember. The teachers looked very severe. I did not like their faces. Isaton a bench im the room and felt hateful. The teachers seemed unkind. None of the boys knew me or spoke to me. A teacher stood up by the blackboard and began to call the names. He had a whip in his hand. He called my name. I could not answer and burst out crying, so I was sent home. That was my first day at school.” Another writes: “When I first went to school I was six yearsold. I remember only that my grandfather carried my books and slate for me and that the teacher and the boys were very, very, very good and kind to me, so that I thought school was a paradise in this werld and did not want to return home.” “An ancient smiling man of wondrously gentle countenance, having a long white board, and all robed 1 white with a white girale,” Only that the girdle ef the aged pro- fessor was of black silk, such a vision ef lsm'mo he seemed when ke visited me at agt, He had met me at the cdjlege 3nd he said: “Iknow there has been a congratu- lation at your house, and that I did not call was not becanse I am old or because z:ur house is far, but only because I have en long ill. But you will soon see me.”’ S0 one luminous afternoon he came, bringing gifts of felicitation, gifts of an- THE BROKEN VASE, Sketched for “The CaB ™ by doki] | NEW TO-DAY. KELLY & LIEBES' (loak and Suit House, 120 EKearny Street. GIGANTIC CLOAK SALE! This week we offer our NOVELTY LAUN- DERED SHIRT WAISTS, in French per- cales and madras, swellest collars and cufls, hundreds of patteras, to red, light ancy collars, big sleeves, for this week to close them all FANCY BILK WAIRTS, na stripes and cheeks, all unm,v{ $2.50, %3, 83.23 25, $5.50 and $6. HIGHEST NOVELTY BILK WAISTS, swellest styles, finest silks, big sleeves, fancy collars and belts, elegant dress walsts, for this week.. $4.50, 86, $7.50 Reduced from 89, $12 and $15. SEPARATE STREET SKIRTS, in_crepons, silks and fine serges, all lined throughout, extra wide godet eut, elegant dress skirts, for this week %$6.50, $3.50, 810 Reduced from 811, $16.50 and $20. ALL-WOOL CLOTH JACKFKTS, an im- mense assortment of styles and collars, all sizes. We have Iald out 200 jackets for this week, your choice.$2.50, 83.50, 85 Reduced from $7.50, $10 and $15. TEA GOWNS, in fine materials, trimmed In ecru and cream laces, all shadss andl very handsome styles, for this week. 88, 810, $12 Reduced from $15, $18 and $20. Special big reductions for this week on Capes and Jackets. We intend this to be a busy week, so dow’t fail to look at our bar- gains. e —— NEW TO-DAY. KELLY & LIEBES’ Cloak and Suit House, 120 Kearny Streeot. GIGANTIG DRESS SALE! ALL+WOOL, TAN COVERT CLOTH DRESSES, big sleeves, full wide skirts, godet cut. This week fo Reduced from $12.50. FINE, ALL-WOOL SERGE DRESSES, blacks and pavies, big sleeves, wide full skirts, godet styles, all sizes. For this week . ... #6.25 and $7.50 Reduced from $13.50 and $15.00. SERGE JACKET BOX SUITS, all wool, fine serge, skirts very full, et cut, big sleeves. For this week..$7.50 and $12.50 Reduced from $15.00 and $32.50. BOX-JACKET SUITS, in mjxed Scotch cl ts, grays, browns, tans, etc., fine, all-wool cloths. Forthis week..%7.50 and §9 Reduced from $15.00 and $18.00. DUCK SUILTS, blazer styles, full wide godet skirts, big sleeves, lots of patterns (o se- lect from. For this wesk..%1.50 and $1.75 Reduced from $2.25 and $2.75. DUCK SUITS, box-jacket styles, four but- tons, big sleeves, wide skiris, ine heavy dncks, hundreds of patterns end solld colors. For this week......$2.35 and 83,50 Reduced from $4.00 and $6.00. Special attention given to all country orders. Always send deposit with erder. Satisfaction guaranteed. NEW TO-DAY. slalaasssSST U KELLY & LIEBES (loak and Suit House, 120 Eearny Streeot. CICANTIC CAPR SALE! ALL-WOOL CLOTH CAPES, trimmed. We have laid out a lot of good styles for you '81.50, §2.00, $2.50 Reduced from $5.00, $7.00 and $8.00. FINE DREESY CAPES, well trimmed, blacks and all colors, fine all-wool cloths, only the latest styles, for this week........ .$3.50, 85.00, #7.50 Reduced from $9.00, $12.50 and $18.00. VELVET CAPES, all silk lined, fancy rib- bon and chiffon ruches on neck, finished with violets, tor this week..... s .$5.00, $6.00, $5.00 18,00 and $20.00 I 1aces, ribbons or Reduced from $1 SILK CAPES, trimmed jets, all silk lined, ressy and rich capes, for this week, 50, $9.00, $11.00 Reduced from $18.00, $20.00 and $25.00 ELEGANT IMPORTED DRESS CAPES, in blacks and all colors, beautifully trimmed, all silk lined amd the very latest styles, for this week. #9.50, $12.50, $15.00 Reduced from $20.00, $25.00 and 8! PARIS MODEL CAPES, a late importation of specially elegant Capes, elaborately trimmed and lined, for this week. . irirerieieiereenn $16. 50, 818,00, Reduced from $37.50, $40.00 and $50.00 Special Big Reductions for this weelk on Duck Dresses, Oapes and Jackets. Remember all New Styles. No old goods. tique high courtesy, simple in themselves yet worthy of a prince; a little plum tree, every branch and spray one snowy dazzle of blossoms; a curious and pretty bamboo vessel full of wine, and two scrolls_bearing beautiful poems—texts precious in them- selves as the work of a rare caligrapher and poet; otherwise precious to me, be- cause written by his own hand. Evorf’- thing which he said to me I do not fully know. Iremember words of affeciionate encouragement about my duties — some wise, keen advice—a strange story of his youth. But all was like a pleasant dream; jor his mcrefpresencu was a caress, and the fragrance of his flower-gift seemed as a bmeathing from the Takumo-ne-hara, And as a Kami should come and go, so he smiled and went leaving all things hal- lowed. The little plum tree has lost its flowers; another winter must pass before it blooms again. But something very sweet seems to haunt the vacant guest- room. Perhapsonly the memory of that divine old man; perhapsa spirit ancestral, some Lady. of the Past, who followed his steps all viewlessly to’ our threshold that day, and lingers with me awhile just be- cause he loved me, Laroapio HEARN. ““What class are you in at school, Fred- " “'Well, next year I'll be in the one ahead of the lowest.” “Mamma says that if papa keeps on making money so fast,” said Bessie, “pretty soon we shall be milliners!”—Har- per’s Young People. Bert (aged)—I know why God mads grandmothers, do you? Alfred—No, ’Cause why? Bert—Just 8o as to have nice big laps for little boys to sit on. “If those green cherries on that tree out there grow much larger)’ announced Frank, after a survey of the garden, *‘they’ll turn out to be plums.” “I know why birds build nests,” cried Mn{fltriumvhuntly. “Why?" asked mamma. “’Cause they can’t build houses,” was the answer. Father (to his seven-year-old daughter beside him in the dogeart, cutting the air sharply with his whip)—See, Delly, how I make the horse go faster without striking him at all. Dolly (in an eager tone of happy discov- ery)—Papa, why don’t you punish us chil- dren that way ?—Babyland. Robert (aged 6)—Mamma, if I was a judge I wouldn’t have murderers hung so that they can go straight to Jesus. Mamma (shocked)—Why, my son, don’t you know they cannot go to heaven unless they nt? Robeft—Oh, it isn’t & bit of trouble for them to do that. But I would make them hav; some trouble—I'd make them go to work. PEOPLE'S BANK TROUBLES, General Sheehan Proposes to Prosecute the Depositors’ Committee. John F. Sheeban, manager ot the Peo- ple’s Home Savings Bank, is highly in- censed at the action of the Williams-Mc- Carthy committee of depositors in open{r charging him with fraud in regard to a bill of carpets and furniture amounting to $153, and Mr. Sheehan says that he intends 1o prosecute the party or parties making the statement both criminally and civilly. “‘The statements of these eartips about borrowing these carpets is in keeping with a number of other statements wnich the; have been making during the past year,” said Mr. 8heehan, “‘but this is the first direct charge of fraud which has been made. “The Pacific Coast Savings Society pur- chased all the furniture and fixtures of the People’s Bank at auction. and we wished to retain enough furniture to fur- nish twe rooms in the Mills bmldmtz. The Savings Society people refused to bid unless for all, inasmuch as the furniture was mahogany and they would have diffi- cul‘!g in matching it. ““They, however, offered the use of desks | chairs and fixtures which were in their old bnilding on Montgomery street, which offer was accepted, and the Pecple’s Bank has had free use of that farniture for nine months. We had nocarpets, however, and were compelled to buy them and linoleum for the front office, for which this bank paid by check, amounting to §153. As some of the de directors, as well as myself, ¢ tired of these persecu- tions we intend to prosecute the party who made the charges and, if pousi!'),h, put a stop to these scandalous reports. ——————— Park Musio To-day. The following attractive programme has Dbeen prepared for the open eir coneert in Gold+ en Gate Park to-day: / O " 1t Massenet “Ouverture de Concert Waltz, “Morgenblatter” “Song Without Words’ Selaciion, #Un Ballo in Maschors’ Overture, “Berlin in Tears and Sm on”" ‘Waltg, Immortell Overture, i | Side under you. v rdi | and down with them again WE SAVE YOU MONEY SDON T SCHOOL BOOKS New and Old f Bought and Sold. OLD BOOKS TAKEN IN EXCHANGE Boys’ and Girls’ High, Polytechnic High, Grammar, Primary. LARGE STOCK OF SCHOOL SUPPLIES. VAN NESS BALAAR, PERNAU BROS. & PITTS CO. TWO BIG SsTORES, 617 BUSH STREET, 1668 NARKET STREET, Bet. Stockton and Powell. Near Van Ness Avenue. FACTORY AT 543 CLAY STREET. e s e———e— HAMMOOKS TO SLEEP IN, Why spend lots of money buying beds for the summer cottage, or why sleep un- comfortably on the wretched beds.sup- plied? Try a hammock! It is delight- fully comfortable, takes up little room at night, need take up none in the day and costs very nittle. Besides, there are sure to be more friends than can have beds in the summer, but if it's hammocks, the little cottage can boast a hospitality as elastic as the occasion requires. One small room that won’t hold a bed will swing three hammocks, all"the heads going on one hook, the other ends being bestowed as the room permits. Any hammock will ao, but the best one is tha regular sailor laddie’s canvas hammock. Two widths of single sailcloth make a luxurious bed hammock. They are made withoutstretch- ersand the ends are firmly lashed with small cord run through cord-finished holes, a heavy rmg being set in at the end. The hooks must be put up with screws, for nails are not safe. * > To make up the hammock for sleeping— first, a comforter, then another, and a little blanket won’t hurt. These . should all be wider than the hammock is and their weight should stretch the hammock out quite flat. Now the sheet, then the pillow to help hold the hammock flat, next the top sheet and a pair of blankets, and, if you want to be very swell, a spread. hether you have the spread or not, an extra comforter should go over the foot. All\this sounds like a lot of clothes, but most folks are used to sleeping on to'f) of a mattress that is impervious to cold, while the little cottage or camving-out house is often more chilly in summer than ‘warm, else why ge away for the summer? There i3 an art in getting one’s self snugly into a hammock, and that must be learned. You swing yourself between the sheets, the canvas promptly caves down delightfully, putting you into a cozy pocket. Now you must roil to one side and tnck the ‘overhanging clothes under, then roll the other way and tuck the other Now, up with your feet with the clothes well under them, and there you are as snug as a pair of bugs under a rug. The extra comforter pulls up in the night it , and may hang loose. you have learned these hammock tricks you will never be willing to sleep in a big, un- comfortable bed again, and nothing will seem more delicious than the sway that comes in the nighttime when you turn over. By day the clothes can be hung on a nail behind the door, and the hammock may swing with both ends from one hook. Try it. QUERIES FOR LATTER-DAY PHI- LOSOPHERS, Why is it that the average man is always wanting to make love to a girl right in front of an open window, or within plain view of somebody, and is too stupid to know that that’s the reason she won't let him? ‘Why is it that just when the man you like best is settling down to make a nice, long call the only girl you are a bit afraid of is sure to drop in? ‘Why is it that the average admirer is al- ways making declarations over the lunch table when the very things you like best are being served, and you have to refrain from taking anything for fear of being nn- sympathetic and discouraging ? How is it that when you really haven’t a bit of change for your carfare you never meet the friend who says “Oh! let me’’? ‘What's the reason you always get an in- vitation to some lovely affair'the very day after you made a mistake and cut your bang too short and look like a fright? How is it that if you dare wash your hair he is sure to come thut same afternoon to take you for a drive, and you with it all down sour back, soaking wet, and obliged to send word you are out or sick in bed? ‘Why is it that when you have refused a sarmer and so are obliged to sit out the ance, the only man you care to dance with comes and asks you? ‘Why is it that when you really want your slipper to come off by accidént you {eel just exactly as if you had a hole in the toe of your stocking and don’t dare? hat’s the reason that just after you posted a letter to him discarding him’ for not wrmnP. you get just the dearest letter in the world, all full of lovely reasons, and then before you can get another to bim, he gets rvom'sand writes casting you off? ‘What's the reason that you can never save up $5 without having some hateful bill come in that takes every cent? P