The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, March 1, 1896, Page 24

" FRANCISCO CALL, SUNDAY, MARCH ], 189Y6. | er, if your father was shut up in the | county Jail ” interposed Ben Barron, a big- | hearted feliow with_big fists, and perhaps both of them caused him to be respeted, for he would not stand by and see a weak boy or girl imposed upon. “My father is not in the county jail,”’ protested Philip violently. “I did not say he was, though perhaps he ought to be,’’ replied Ben very im- properly, but Philip was a bully and his father was one of the most unpopular men in the town on account of his haughty and overbearing manner. “If vou say that again there will be a fight!” growled Phil, with his fists doubled | up for business, though nobody who knew him believed he would use them. “It is not necessary to say it again, and I shall not do so. It looks just now as if your father would be the next cashier of the bank, Phil, but it is not worth while to put on any airs yet,” said Ben quietly. “*‘What is the trouble here?” inqguired Mr. Lane, the principal, as he came upon the spot and heard exciting words as he approached. | “Nothing,” replied Phil, turning away. “Conrad and Olga Binnfield will not at- tend the celebration.” said Lucy. January, February and now March—the third moath of the vear. He came to us this morning and we had to say farewell to February, who was so joyous and full of sunshine, ana bid wel- come our new guest., Don’t be afraid of him, children, al- See, his ets which _“Will not attend!” exclaimed the prin- cipai. “You cannot do ti:e singing with- | are filled with but I can see the reason, and I arms he scatters all over the | sk s 5= | State. And now a 2 e all very sorry for them except | the dear old fellow who blows aw the and Pheebe,” added Lucy. e Conrad and Olg: y_can be induced 7 added Mr. Lane, daughter of the ves, away from the others. He sat down in front of them and took | bt hand of each. He expressed his storms of winter to I all ready for the joys of the ¥ e earth a aw the | ated by | h was was called honor of ar, ch *“Hlyd | $ veather. would ¢ | smell ¢ i brave al without the 0 their grave. y hard and rmation of * e of the celebration, of the had been made for it t of the classand! prep: and the d distinguished consideration by the teller and cheered by the creavd in general. The scholars had taken their places at the foot of the flagstaff on a platform vided for them. Another was erected for the magnates of the town and all were seated. The band played the National airs as an overture, and slid off them into ‘‘America,” whereupon the singers rose and sang the hymn. One of the clergymen of the place then invoked the divine blessing and the gen- eral was properly announced as the orator of the occasion 1n a fulsome speech by the teller of the bank. The oration was very long and very dry, and the patience of the voung men and maidens of the High School was sorely tried by the infliction. It was 4:15 o’clock when it was finished, and a volley of sichs went up from the singers’ seats when the end came. Noth- ing could hurry the general in his dis- course, not even the fearfully black and threatening clouds that were piling them- selves up in the west, and he could omit no portion of nis account of his ancestry, from whom the name of ‘the town was de- rived. i As he finished sharp flashes of lightning linded the eyes of the audience and deai- ening peals of thunder nearly stunned them. Mr. Blanker hastened the proceed- ings, and the flag was run up by his own hands, th a salvo of artillery. At the same time Phil hoisted half-way up the staff something like the topsaii of a hich appeared the name of the e letters, “Lake Washington, named in honor of the Father of his Coun- try.”” The band plaved *“The Star-spangled iner” and the choir sang it. Mr. Blanker then rose on the platform, and omitting the speech he had intended to make, announced the ode, written for the occasion by Percival Lane, the hon- ored principal of the high senoot. In spite of the tempest that was gathering it was sung with brilliant effect by the scholars, and the vo. both Conrad and Olga could be ez y distinguished in the general | harmony, and the solo was applauded as though no storm blackened the sky. artz of a greenish hue, of red j one. liotrope is appl ty also, bes e it variety of q flecked with spots between dista The flower wh March .is the s being *‘p:ode: All flowers are sweet, but those my heart doth love The best Bloom where the eyes are closed and crossed At rest. All flowers are swe-t, but these fair blossoms spread | With dew Call back the mother eyes, so sad, so sweet, | So blu ® | To-day I feel a brea the curtains swing. Apart, Ana memories, like ! My heart AR E YOU? 1 hear the echo of a song sung long A mid the nestling | the peovle if the music was not given as printed on the programme. They had a iuet in the ode and it was not possible to | Ison my heart | bave it without them. He prevailed in | the end and the principal announced that | the music would all be sung, to the great oy of the scholars. 1 WHO . | os it wanders to | them s0'— Flag-Raising on Washington’s | Washington's birthdey proved to be Birthday. | anotk or delightful Iabori::n.’lxl summer r SR I Y > | dav in February, at least in the morning, [CONCLUDED FROM TAST WEEK.] thoughiabuiiriot lasiiquricsallics v it 1L s scholars of the high school dined at home “I think we might as well give up the'| and were on the Jawn in readiness to take singing and let the band perform all the | the barges that were to convey them to The , who appeared | “Fairyland,” as Mr. Blanker had pre- | . disancratid sumptuously named his place, at | atly disappointed. e At Sty Ve mropt mimies are | OJdocks In the afternoon. The lake was | fide s very pre ith a small forest on the | I printed and that Mr. Lane’s ode is | farther on it,” replied Kitty Owens. “If we | don’t sing it will spoil the whole affair.” g without Conrad and ie of it, but ttere was little else to ri-m;nd one of the stories read in child- hood. “Is everything ready out at your house | for the great time, Phil?” asked Lucy ,» | Archer, as a considerable group gathered around the teller’s son. “‘Everything is ready, but when my L < We can go through the form, Lucy, urged Kitty. | “What's all this row about, Lucy?”’ de- | father got home rather late vesterda manded Philip Blanker, who came with | afternoon he found thaz the flazstaff a man | bad promised to set up had not been | done,” replied Phil. *‘He had to work till | near midnight to setitup himself. Mother, | Phoebe and I bad to help him stand it up | in the hole dug for it about 10 o’clock in the | evening. Then he sent us all to bed in n’t sing!” exclaimed theteller’s son, | order to be ready for it to-uay and filled with a savage frown on his face. ‘“What’s | up the hole himself.” the reason we can’t?”’ | _“You had a hard time of it,” added Philip's bump of ‘self-esteem was quite | Lucy. ‘I should think Mr. Blanker cou]d as fully developed asthat of his father, | have found men enough todo the work.” his sister to where. the girls. were seated. [hey had heard the disagreeable news a moment before. Ve can’t sing to-morrow, Phil,” replied Lt p— “1f you say that again there will be a fight!” growled Phil 8! e and he considered himself the most impor- tant fellow in the first class of the high | afternoon, but he did not come as he had school, though he certuinly was far from | promised,” added Phil. “Buthere are the being the best scholar. He had a lordly The fare is half a dollar out and way with ‘him and was imvatient of con- | trol or contradiction. “‘Conrad and Olga are not going to the celebration,” replied Lucy. “What's the reason they are mnot?” asked Phiiip angrily. *Is this a con- spiracy to spoil the celebration ?”” “You know the reason as well as the rest of us, Phil. 1am sorry they can’t go, but I-can hardly blame them for it,” answered the amiable Lucy. $ “Yau wowld nat want to go, Phil Blank- “A man was engaged to do it yesterday | The scholars formed a merry party and | the girls began to sing as soon as they were seated and kept it up till they ar- rived at -‘Fairyland.” They were more inclined to row in the two 'boats on the {lake than to do anything else. By 3| | o’clock, the hour appointed for the exer- ises, there was quite a Jarge collection of cpeovle gathered on the premises. General Gainbridg e came in his carriage precisely at the time and was received with the most Suddenly the wind began to howl, and a violent squall came down upon the scene. Most of the people fled to the house and barn, for great drops of rain be- gan to pelt them. The flagstaff bent like a willow rod. The inscription was carried into the lake, and then the pole itself went |- by the board. It had been mortised into a timber cross, which was rooted out of | { the gr nd, as a tree displays its roots in a burricane. Those near it saw a box thrown up in the upheaval. Conrad ran to the hole in spite of the drenching rain. It wasa box of gold from the bank vault. Mr. Blanker, who had retired from the rostrum to the piazza of the house, saw the flagstaff go down and the box thrown up from the vowels of the earth like a de- l mon from the Infernal regions to confront | He fainted dead away and was | him. borne to his chamber. The rain was soon over, and a great crowd gathered around the ragged hole. Among them was Gen- eral Gainbridge. “That is the box stolen from the vault of the bank!” exclaimed the president. “The telier was the robber, and not the cashier!” *“That is why Mr. Blanker had toset the cstaff himself,” said Ben Barron, as Puil and Phobe ran into the house, as thoroughly overwhelmed as Conrad and Olga had been. The girls hugged ana kissed Olga, and the boys grasped the hands of Conrad, and their congratulations ‘were as hearty as they were sincere. The general’s carriace was taken to the hole. Two strong men placed the box in it, and it was driven to the bank where it was deposited in the vault. The general was a just man if he was haughty and severe, and his carriaze proceeded at once to the County Jail. Mr. Binntield was promptly released, the gen- eral declaring that his innocence had been made apoarent to a multitude of people by the direct interposition of Providenc . The general’s carriage conveved the cashier to his nome, and a scene such as need not be described followed. The flag had been raised, and so had the box of treasure.— Oliver Optic in Pleasant Hours. Ko Wonder. In his snowbank bed the litile March hare W as slumbering peacefuily, Till the snowdrop bells rang for breakfast-time, Then merrily up jumped he. But, poor little hare, his cuphoard was bare ‘And no clover-fieid could he sce, For the snow ail around had covered the ground, And the wind with his fur made free. And it laughed outright at his hungry plight, With a roar of saucy glee. And I'm sorry to say that the little March hare Was as mad as a hare can be. - 3 n Youths' Companion. THE LIT;'LL GAMECOCK. An Amusing Story of an English Artist’s Pet Rooster. We allsremember the story of the Athe- nian artist who painted cherries so natu- rally that even the birds were deceived and came to peck at them. A modern inci- dent illustrates in a somewhat similar manner the power of pictorial art to de- ceive, and at the same time seems to show a good deal of reasoning intelligence in at least one member of the feathered tribe. Scott Leighton, the Beston artist, tells the story of nflpet gamecock that be kept in his studio. Having at one time to paint the portrait of a large-sized gan.ecock fora patron he noticed that the pet suffered a great deal from the domineering spirit of the larger bird, and got so that he could never see him without flying intoa rage. After the picture was completed and the feathered model had been removed, the canvas remained in the studio standing on the floor. One day the little gamecock was picking his way- about the studio when he sud- denly caught sight of the counterfeit pre- sentment of his former enemy. Witha scream of rage he gave one leap and flying at the picture struck his spurs into it again and again. The next time he was given an opportunity he repeated the at- tack, and it became the a'most daily amusement ot the artist and his friends to witness these impromptu cock-fights be- tween a live bird and a dummy. At last one day the little fellow, resting a moment after an unusually spirited at- tack, happened to cock his head onone side so as to get a look behind the picture. For an_instant he was dumfounded. He looked in front and saw his old enemy as large as life, another glance behind and he was more than ever puzzled. He then de- | { hurt the toad’s lez and how uncomfortable | see whence came the funny little piping | voice. liberately walked behind and around the picture several times, carefully surveyin, 1t, and finally with a spiteful flirt and witi an air of disgust that would have done credit to a human being marched away and hid himself. 4 Never after that day could he be per- suaded to attack the picture or indeed to pay the slightest attention toit. He had detected the sham and would have no more of it.—Qur Animal Friends. DONALD SERIES—NO. XVIIL FOR TINY BOYS. All the wee folks who have been inter- ested in the “Donald Series” know that Donald is 7 years old. Iam going to teil you a story to-day of something he did a long time ago; long be- fore you knew him, when he had a large garden in which to play. Something else liked to play in that garden, too, something all brown and green and gold in soft spots and shades; something with e ‘eves; something that said *Kee-junk,” in deep, croaky voices. ;| Yes, toads. Great big feliows they were, too, and Donald just loved to get down on all ‘fours and catch those toads, looking like a giant toad as he hopped around with his golden curls, blue coat and brown overalls, I'm sure they thought he was their bi; brother because they did not seem at ail afraid of him. After he caught them he would put them into a can, but astast as he put them in, just the very moment he turned his baci{, out they would hop again, thinking it great sport to play such a game of hide and seek. But, ah me, one day Donald did some- thing to make at least one toad feel a little bit afraid of him. Iis mamma called him into dinner that day just as he had captured a beauty. The little_boy thought be would like 10 keep. him for a pet, so without meaning to be cruel, I am sure, he took a string from his pocket (you know boys always do have string in their pockets d it around one of Mr. Kee-Junk’s hind legs. He then tied the other end to the handle of the sereen door, Now, this screen door opened out on a vine-covered porch where the family oiten gatherea, e Aiter Donald had safely secured the voor toad, he washed his handsand face and went into dinner. | Before the meal wus over, visitors came, | and as they were friends of whom the little boy was ve fond, theiv presence drove all thoughts of the prisoner out of his mind. Late in the evening mamma invited her callers to view the beautiful moonlight from the porch. When she opened the | door, somethi felt the cold body of the hand, as it swung with the motion of the door, she gave a frightened little scream, but soon d d released the poor toad, who hopped away with a croak of mingled disgust and delight. Before Donald went to bed, mamma told him how much the ticht string must have toad against hor: it must have felt to hang with head down for such a long time, and how useful toads | are in a garden b e they feast on the fat snails that eat so many choice plants. Donald felt very sorry, and after that was a true friend to the toads; biat I can tell you, dears, there was one big fellow that always got out of the little boy’s way as fast as he could. MARGIE VISITS FAIRYLAND, FOR LITTLE GIRLS. “So, -ho, my little lady, you are tired of washing dishes, tending baby and going errands,and wish that you might run away to Fairvland, where everything is lovely, and tuere is no work, but always play?” Margie from her seat on a grassy knoll startled, looked wonderingly about her to There, right in front of her perched on | a swaying larkspur was the querest tiny | man! He was dressed in brown knee | breeches, had golden slippers on his feet, | and wore on bis head an odd pointed blue | cap covered with small silver bells, whici tinkled sweetly as he balanced himself on one wee foot. “So you wish to go to Fairyland,’’ he laughingly said, while Margie rubbed her eyes in asténishment. She could scarcely realize that her wish was about to come true, and that a reaily truly fairy stood | before her. Prince Silver Bells waved his wand as he spoke and Margie felt herself lifted #nd wafted very swiitly through the air, o closed her eyes to keep from getting dizzy and when she opened them she found herself in a very beautiful place. more beautifnl than she had ever dreamed f. “I bring you a mortal dissatiefied with | her lot in life, your highness,” Prince Silver Bells said as he saluted his dainty but majestic queen, presenting the trem- bling but delighted Margie. i The queen, with her courtiers and iadies, looked upor the blue-eyed, golden-haired child well pleased. “I charge you, Snap Dragon, and you, sweet Wild Rose, with the task of dipping Goldilocks in our charmed fountain that vea jump, and as she |’ R’%é% red MM\ eyer-heaad 0¢ boys in bad. Vieleto sweet, A What do yov ¢ ¢ thejr feet. hink 0§ oge? Ab, theoe two, ‘ With eyes oo blve Se tender, so $rve Twinkling and beaming Roces red Hang 14 For ma } sea. over-haad beye in bed. Vielots sweet At their feet. What de yov think ! cead , Beoyo now sleeping, | Not even P@@Pm Ao | come ereeping Sleeping, and dreaming @6 me [}6@@.“ ™M W R and become one of us forever,” commanded | the queen. | As Margie, or Goldilocks, as she was | now called, was led by the maids of honor | through exquisite halls and fragrant gar- | dens her heart leaped for joy. But when | they reached the magic fountain she real- | ized that she could never more be her | mamma’s own Margie if she bathed.in | that fountain, so she began to struggle and cried out: “Oh, please, please let me go; please do take me home.” “‘Margie, Margie, dear; you are dream- ing, child; wake up.” < Very sweet indeed sounded her mother’s voice ‘as she rubbed her eyes and looked about. 0N, how glad T am that it was only a dream! 1 will never, never complain again, mamma.” And Margie clasped her mother tightly around the neck, as if she were still not quite sure of its being only a dream. C. P. W. An Interesting Welsh Custom on the 1st of March. lie Welsh have been in the habit from time immemorial of wearing a leek in the cap on the 1st of March. This custom is said to have orizinated in the circumstance of some Welsh troops, followers of the Black Prince, wearing leeks at the battle of Crecy, in order to distinguish them- selves from théir enemies. In a very old history a certain Welshman, Sir David, is made to say to his men on the eve of battle: For my colors or ensign do I wear upon my she may in sooth be born into our kingdom bayonet, you see,a green leek set in gold, RACING FOR [Repreduced from THE ‘PRIZE. Pleasant Hours.] which shall, 1f we win the victory, heréafter be ! an honor to Wales, and on this day, being the 1st of March, be it forever worn by Welshmen in remembrince thereof. On the national holiday a gilt leek is still carried in processions, and a silver one is presented to the head master at Eton by the Welsh boy of highest rank in the school.—St. Nicholas Magazine. A Smell for a Bite. Bob had been to the barber-shop to have his hair cut. Bob’s hair was almost white, and when it was short there were grounds for suspicion that nature had not furnished anything on the top of his head but a bald spot. p\\' hen Bob took off his hat the aroma of the barber’s long-necked bottles filled the air. All the other boys crowded around and sniffed. \ “‘Here, Bob, let me smell your hair,” said one. At that all the bovs wanted to smell Bob’s hair. Bob objected and put on his hat. Jimmy Bank, who was eating an apple, stepped up. “I'li give you a bite of my apple for a smell,” he said. “I’il take you,” said Bob. So the apple went into Bob’s mouth and the smell into Jimmy’s nose. Both seemed satisfied. 4 And during the forenoon Bob received four peanuts, a buckle, two bites more of apple, a broken top and a horseshoe nail for smells. He would have done a larger business than that only the boys soon smelled all the odor away.— Chicago Record. A Strong Argument. The building blocks had been having a dispute in the nursery. “I’'m worth just as much as you are,” exclaimed the letter H. *No you're not,” replied the letter G. ~If you were worth anything at all the English would never drop you.”’—Wash- ington Post. THE DIFFERENCE, “I think it very queer,” she said, “And so does Jack, “That sunshine makes some things grow white, “And some grow black. 41 tried to bleach myself,” she said, “And so did Jack: “The sheets you spread were white as snow, “But we—turnea black.” —Wide Awake. The Editor’s Letter-Box. Dear children, I wish to tell you to-day that the name of the bright boy who drew the funny little donkeys for last Sunday’s CarLr is Henry Cory, instead of Henry Covey. DROPPED VOWELS. 1. “s md s Mrch hr.” & 2. “Mrch cms n 1k In nd gs t 1k Imb.”* The above are two well-known sayings about March. . A STORY IN CIPHER. Uoao But I o thee. ©Ohonoo But oh 0 me A strange address on a letter. read it? Wood. John Mass. Wbo -can * SAN FRANCISCO, Feb. 23, 1896. Mr. Editor Children’s Page: Proverb—‘“When the cat's away the mice will play.” 1. The “Inaugural Act,” and Vermont was admitted as a State. 2. There are two holidays in March—St. David’s day, celebrated by the Welsh people, and St. Patrick’s day by the Irish people. St. Patrick was consecrated Bishop of Ireland March 17, 453 A. D. St. David and Si. Patrick taught the truths of Christianity to these two nations, and were proclaimed their patron saints. I chink ““Holiday” is the enigma. 1. Lay—To place. 2. Hay—Food for cattle. 3. Hod—Used in masonry. 4. I—Personal pronoun. 5. Oil—Liquid. 6. Lid—Covering. 7. Oh—Exclamation. Holiday—Whole word. Sincerely yours, HARRY 1. STAFFORD, 84 years old. 724 Twenty-third street. SAN FrANCISCo, February 23, 1896. Editor Children’s Page—DEAR Sir: The fol- lowing are my answers to the guestions in to-day’s CALL: The proverb is, When the cat’s away themice will play. i | First—Chinese exclusion act; also the.Boston port bill. < Second—Yes. St. Patrick’s day, March .17, celebrated by the Irish Catholics to commems oratehis birth. 5 Third—3, 6, 7, to place—lay. 1, 6, 7. food for cattie—hay. 1,2, 5, used in masonry 4, personal pronoun—I, 2’4, 3, aliquid—oil 3,4, 5, a covering—Ii 2, 1, an exclamation— ALICE M. BELL, age18. Whole—Holiday. 1923 Geary street. Editor Children’s Page—DEAR SIR: The lete ters leftoutare e and a. When the.cat’s away the mice will piey. 1. March 8,1765, stamp act was passed. March 31,1774, Boston port bill was passed. 2. Yes. St. Patrick’s. day, celebrated on March 17 by the Roman Catho- lics. St. Patrick is the apostle and® patron saint of Ireland. The reason of its celebration is because although he was not the first to in- troduce Christianity into Gaul and Italy, he has alweys received the credit of its general conyersion. Before he died he nearly cou- verted the whole isiand to the fait My answer to enigma is *“Holida; i . Hod—used in masonry. 4.1—a personal pronoun. 5. Ofl—a liquid. id—a covering. h!—an exclamation. and girl. Hoping that I am correct, I remain, yours truly, LILLIE PEARL MITCHELL, 12 years old. 6 Elliott Park. SAN FRAN Editor Children's Page- 3 sw to the enigms given in last Sunday’s CALL “Holiday.” 3,6,7, lay. 1,6, 7, hay. 5, hod. 2,4, 3, oil. 3,4, 5, lid, 2,1,0h! Answer to the proverb: When the cat's away the mice will play. 1. Stamp act. St. Patrick’s day by the Irish, ope my answers are correct. LENA BECKER, age 10. 201634 Taylor street. is WEST BERKELEY, Cal., Feb. 26, 1896. To the Editor Childrenw's Page: Answers. The e’s and a’s are omitted. When the cat's away the mice will play. 1. The stamp act was passed March 8, 1763, 2. St. Patrick’s day, March 17, celebrated 2. St. chiefly by the Irish. FR. ES STROINSKI, age 14. SAN FRANCISCo, Cal., February 26, 1896. Editor Children’s ' Page—DEAR SIE: T am 7 vears old and I read the Children’s Page every Sunday. I like it very much,soI thought T would write you the answers to.last Sunday’s questions. They are as follows: § No. 1. When the cat's away the mice will I P'X%. 2. Inauguration day, the 4th of March, on which day, every four years, the President is inaugurated. No. 3. St. Patrick’s day, the 17th of March, celebrated by the Irish. He is believed to have banished all’ the snakes and reptiles from Ire- 1, 6, 7, hay; 1, 2, 3, ,9,1id; 2,1, ob; my T hope you will find room in the Children’s Page for the first letter of vour little friend, Exe HoustoN, 52 Silver street. ANSWERS FOR FERUARY 23. 1. “When the cat’s away the mice will play.” 2. The stamp act, March, 1765. 3. (a) St. David’s day and St. Patrick’s day. () First celebrated by the Welsh, second cele- brated by the Irish, in honor of the patron saints of these countries. 4.3,6, Sole Agents for the MAGGIONI KID GLOVES. New Spring Goods! BRESS TRIMMINGS, SHIRT WAISTS, SILKS, LACES, WASH FABRICS, RIBBONS, PARASOLS. Never in the history of cur business were we better prepared to satisfy the fastidious tastes of our patrons than at present. Our reputation for High-class Nove elties is well established. This season’s importations are prolific in new things, and our buye ers have outdone themselves in the excellence of their selections. NOVELTIES, N Dress Trimmings. BEAUTIFUL Colored Spangled Yokes, Colored Spangled Trimmings, Jet Beaded Trimmings. Embroideries. Embroidered All-Overs, Edgings and Inser- Sions: Cambric, Batiste and Linen Embroi- eries. 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