The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, March 22, 1896, Page 24

24 THE SAN FRANCISCO CALL, SUNDAY, MARCH 22, 189 N NEXT Sunday I am going to devote as much of our page as | possible to our own beautiful | flower—the California poppy—and I shall be so pleased to have my dear little letter-writers tell me just as much about it as they can. You know it 1s something to be very me where it best loves to grow, , its color, its peculiar proper- mber and shape of its petals ¢ of blossoming. ties, t and its strange w: ttle Miss Shy. le Miss Shy, ob, little Miss Shy, 1 real ish you would tell me why You n the door, and won’t come near When surely you know there is naught to fear, on, 1 1 love little giris; I love them so well, That pretty stories I often tell 3 To children who like to make friends with me, Who climb on my lap, and who siton my knee. s you are thinking yow'll change your mind, soon round my neck I'll find Little Miss Sly. [Reproduced From “Our Little Ones and the In Our Little Ones and the Nursery. A HOG ORCHESTRA. ician Made Sing a Tune. en of Louis XI of France d to his court one Abbot jaigne, a man of considerable wit. The abbot s somewhat sically inclined, and delighted the c t with inventions of odd al instr nts. Ore day the ng enjoyed a hearty laugh ntrivances and s musical genius, com. to produce harmonious om the cries of hogs. This seemed bility to the King,who prepared to enjoy the -dis . Mu abbot readi he rec i prise, however, the agreed to produce them. All sum of money, upon the he declared he would receipt o ich invent the surpnising thing ever heard in the of musical atrocity. | Ie scoured the country and s larze number of hogs, trving their voices itch and quality and, finally, having tisfied himself, he arranged the ani- i ort of pavilion richly decorated. v of thetrial arrived and the Kmfi entered the pavilion prepare ng, but greatly in doubt as to bot with the hogs. were the hogs, sure :h to the surprise and de- armoniously and in good tune, rendering n air that s fairly recognized. The abbot had arranged a series of stops that were connected with the hogs and upon pulling one of them out caused a spike to prick the hog it connected with, making him squeal his note. The rest was easy, for pulling out the different stops he pro- duced the tune.—Rouna Table. A Summer Hour. One bright summer’s day a lady was busily engaged in gathering tiny rice shells on one of the many little beaches to be found along th All at once from out this little town came a group of children, boys and girls, with their peculiar, gayly colored gowns fluttering in the br ¢ 1t was wonderful to see how easily they clambered over the rocks down to the beach, with ail the nimbleness and grace of the wild goat; a feat which, I think, would be rather difficult for yon to per- form, even had you not to wear the awk- ward wooden shoes with which these chil- dren were shod. Two or three of the girls, besides, had heavy babies bound to their backs by long, brignt silken scarfs. Now, I'm sure you're just on tip toe with excitement to know all about what these children did after they had safely reached the gently sloping beach. Well, amid much chatier and gay laugh- ter, with an occasional shy glance at the shell-gatherer, a boy of about 12 years, who seemed to be the leader of the band, pulled from his pocket a gorgeous red silk handkerchief. Holding it in his hand as his companions gathered about him, and pointing to each one in turn, he repeated a jingle of wo vhich I suppose was the hinese ve of: “Eeny, meeny, miny, mo, Catch a nigger by the toe, 1f hie hollers, let him go, Eeny, meeny, miny, mo,” or some other of the many rhymes which the Squealers | rfiture of the | shores of the beautiful | children uze to determine the important question of who is to be “it.” ; Pretty soon all were counted out with the exception of one of the girls whose | back was burdened by a chunky baby brother. She did not seem to mind this at all, however, for a merry laugh burst from her lips as she allowed her eyes to be bound with the handkerchief. Oh, thought the lady, they are really i going to piay blindman’s-buff, just the same as little white girls and boys do, as she slipped to a sheltered nook, from which she might enjoy watching without | disturbing them. The leader, after perching himself on a | rock, took from his pocketa small har- monica, on which he played sweet tunes, | while the others entered heartily into the | dear old game, keeping time to the music | with prancing feet, waving hands and | merry voices as they dodged the blind- man’s clutches And thus these little ones played—one | after another being blindfolded—until a | discordant voice from the village called ! them back to work, for the .children 1n these fishing villages are able to help their parents a great deal in the drying and | packing of fish for the Chinese market. During the happy hour of play there | were no pouty looks; not one cross word { was uttered, nor one objection raised to being “it,”’ and now when the fun was gears old, and Cassie—dirty-faced, untidy* arefoot Cassie—was but 12. Gretchen glanced at Cassie as she wheeled the baby of her mistress across the sidewalk, and Cassie stared with all her eyes at the pretty baby carriage and the beautiful white apron Gretchen wore. The wind blew upa corner of the dainty blue - blanket which was tucked under baby’s feet and Gretchen stooped over to smooth it down again, Just then arough- looking boy with & yellow dog at his heels passed by. He grinned when he saw Gretchen and the baby, and as he passed he pulled one of Gretchen’s braids. The little nursemaid screamed, and she screamed:louder when the boy snatched up the baby’'s blanket and darted down the allev. “Drop that, Mike Casey,”’ shouted Cassie, swinging an empty bottle in her hand. “Drop that, or I'll tell the cop, so f will.” Mike stopped suddenly as Cassie ran toward him with the bottle in her hana. “Aw, ye tend t'yer own business,” he said. “This ain’t none o’ yer funeral,” and he tried to push her aside, for Gretchen was screaming more shrilly than before. “Drop it, I say,” retorted. Cassie, her eyes bright and her bottle held ready for action. Mike turned and saw Gretchen running toward him. He struck at Cassie, but the little alley bird dodged the blow, and the i i Bns ~ “pDROP THAT! MIKE CASEY !” SHOUTED .CASSIE. b over they climbed the rocks again and the sheltered nook. | Time-honored game! Associated so closely our minds with, the merry Thanksgiving and Christmas seasons; layed in roomy kitchens with smoke- lackened rafters by bands of merry cousins, while rows of “delicious ap- ples are roasting before the roar- ing fire. And now how very, very strange to see these quaint, foreign children enjoying you on this-little far- away beach, their happy voices mingling with and sometimes drowned by the crash and roar of the giant waves as they dash | against the great rocks on either side! M. W.R. ‘With Shakespeare’s Sonnets. This is the holy missal Shakespeare wrote, For friends to ponder when they grieve alone: Within these collects his great heart would note Its joy and fear, its ecstasy and moan; Our strength and weskness each was felt By him: He yearned and shrank, rejoiced and hoped and bled; Nor ever will his sacred song be dim, Though he himsel, the friend of friends, is dead. Then, on sad evenings, when yoa think of me, Or when the morn seems bilthe, vet I not near, Open this book and read, and I shail be The meter murmuring at your bended ear; 1 cannot write my love with Shakespeare’s art, But the same burden weighs upon my heart. —In Russet and Silver. Cassie’s Victory. Cassie and Gretchen metby chance. Cas- sie was raking papers, bones and bottles out of the garbage box in the alley, and Gretchen, with a long white apron, a pretty cap on her brown hair, and two long braids down her back, was taking the baby out for an airing. Gretchen was nearly 16 were soon lost to the view of -the lady in | next instant the beer bottle crashed fuil into Mike's face. He staggered and then Cassie sprang at him. Down in the dirt and ashes of the alley fell Mike, with Cassie striking, biting and clawing him. “D1 kill yer, if yer don’t let up,” mut- tered Mike, as he struck Cassie in the face with_his clenched fist. But Cassie had all her fingers in his hair, and the bottle had cut Mike’s face and the blood was runnin over his mouth. Gretchen, pale-faced an§ terrified, did nothing but look on and scream. “Say ‘nuff,’ say ‘nuff,” cried Cassie, pulling his hair and pounding his head against the ground. *‘I’'m licked,” replied Mike, and then Cassie, catching up the blanket, sprang away from him. Mike rose to his feet and started again for her, but just then some men, attracted by Gretchen’s screams, came down the ;HEy and Mike turned and ran after his og. “You're a plucky one,” said one of the men. “You punished that fellow weil. Here’s a quarter for you.” Cassie put her hands behind her and shook her head. *‘That’s nothing,” she said, “I've done it afore now.” “What's your name ?" “Cassie,’ “‘Cassie what?” Cassie shook her head again as she said, “None 0’ yer business.”” . The man laughed as he put the rejected silver quarter in his pocket. *‘Well,” saia he, “that boy ought to be arrested. What is his name?” Gretchen, who heard Cassie call out Mike’s name, said: “I know; it’s Mi——."" But Cassie with a bound was beside her. st : CHINESE CHILDREN AT PLAY., 'Don’t give it away, He's my brother,” and before Gretchen had recovered from her astonishment Cassie was a half block down the alley, her bare feet twinkling in the air as she ran, X His ‘Motto. A boy walked into a merchant's office the other day in search of a sifuation. After being put through a catechism by the merchant he was asked: ‘“Well, my lad, and what is your motto?’’ ‘‘Same as yours, sir,” he_replied, same as you have on your door, ‘Push.’” e was engaged.—Chicago Record. * Outwitting & Philosopher. This is a story first told almost 100 years ago about how a little girl outwitted a philosepher. 3 A learned doctor being very busy in his !fitrudy a little girl came to borrow some e. _ “But,” says the doctor, “you bave noth- ing to takeit in.” o As he was going to fetch something for that purpose the little girl stooped down at_the fireplace, and, taking some cold ashes on one hand, she put live embers on them with the other. The astonished doctor threw down his books, sayinf: “With all my learning I should never have found out that expedient. A Glorious Time. A Massachusetts youth wrote to his mother while he was visiting at an uncle’s: “Iam having a glorious time. Been in swimmin‘; twice and saw a man killed by the cars.’ ‘Why He Didn’t Like the School. A boY of seven protested earnestly after his holidays against being sent back to school. “What!” said his father, ‘‘don’t you want to go to school ?”’ ‘Yes, but not to that school.” “And why not to that one?” “‘Because they want to teach me a lot of things that I don’t know anything about.” Youth’s Compan io: Card and Ribbon Puszle. Here is an interesting little puzzle that may be used at an evening party or for a favorin a game. It islike the picture in shape, but much larger, and it may be cut out of celluloid or of fancy cardboard. The date of the entertainment’ and the guest’s name may be placed mpon it. Cards can be preitily decorated in colors orin gilt, and the ribbons, which should be tied as represented in the picture, may be of almost any kind, although baby ribbons are preferred. For the little doli- like tassels use silk thread. The puzzle 1s to separate the ribbons where joined without untying them or injuring the card. This is easily done by bending the card and pulling the ribbon through the one hole nearest the tassels Card and Ribbon Puzzle. until the jolning comes through, when the ribbons may be separated. The puazzle, if Eremly made, will serve for a bookmark. hicago Record. DONALD SERIES FOR TINY BOYS. I had just made up my mind that twenty stories were a good many to write abont one little chap, and that all the tiny boys must be very tired of the Donald se- ries, when I received the following sweet letter from a dearlittle lad. After reading it I thought perhsps some time 1 would write some more stories for.you about the funny thines done and said by blue-eyed, golden-haired Donald: SAN FRANCISCO, March 17, 1896. To the Editor Children's Realm: I am a little boy 10 years old and this is almost the first letter that I have ever written to any one. I read the children’s page every Sunday and often wondered who the editor was. You are not a sir but & Mrs. Mary. Iwassick but read your stories in_bed every Sunday. One day doctor came and wanted to cut off my curls, crying fever! fever! I putmy hands over my head and wouldn’t let him because I told him Donald wore curls. Papa got me a nice pet doggie. I would tell you about him only it takes too much space in your paver. Please don’t disappoint me but print this letter in next Sunday’s CALL. Your little friend, WILLIE LINDNER, Noe Valley. The Editor’s Letter-Box. URSINE, Nev. Dear Mr. Editor: I am 12 years old and I live in Nevada. My papa takes THE CALL, and I am always glad when the paper comes, as1 like to read your stories and the children’s let- ters. I bave six sisters besides myself and three brothers. My father is mostly engaged in the cattle business and he also owns some very good prospects ten miles from here. I hope this will be published in the next CALL. Yours truly, CLARICE MILLETT. GOLDEN GATE, Alameda County, March 15. Editor Children’s Page: My mother began to Then gets tra p‘, "I'fcatch mice On her And perky Ah, thes @G-unnin : Sniff_lgn Twinkling Seeing the Just to reach,they are able, . Pies, s0 good,on the table. [Mlama hears noise ThinKs its mice” Tastifig her goodies Fresh and nice! . Putscheese in%it: Just this minyte.” With.awful frown ensdwide the door; Sets trap.down : G,_)entl.y'fon the-floor, littlemnose:. g the arry blue. eyes whats, there; What does_jmama, see. her’bended knee ? » EByes:so blue,’'with tears, one, two, [ little nose.” e the wicked foes £ ! Who found the p_nes-s‘o:nffc'e‘. And not.the merry micels HM.W.B. in the Bunday’s CALL of March 15, 1896, is the Valley of the San Joaquin.. I wait for every Sunday to come, so I _can read the interesting page, entitled ““Childhood’s Realm.” This is the first time I wrote to THE CALL, and I hope you will publish this. Yours traly, KATIE STONE. P. S.—I am 9 years of age. Please excuse the writing. OAKLAND, March 15, 1896. To the Edutor Children’s Page—DEAR SIR: The following is my answer for the question asked in THE SUNDAY CALL: San Joaquin Valley. Hoping this is right, will close, yours truly, VEDA HATFIELD, aged 14 years. Crry, March 15, 1896. Dear Editor: 1 think the ‘answer to your enigma this week is “San Joaquin” Valley. Hoping I am correct, I am yours truly, HARRY I. STAFFORD, 8} years old. 724 Twenty-third street. 1108 UNION STREET, March 15, 1896. Dear Editor: Having studied out to-day’s enigma I send my answer, hoping it will be correct: *San Joaquin’ Vailey. CAROLINE MANN. BAN FrANcIsco, March 15, 1896. Dear Editor: My answer to the enigma of to-day’s CALL is, The San Joaquin Valley, which 1 trust is the answer. Your little reader, SHIRLEY LATHROPE, 12 years. Tetters from Zoe H. Hall, Berkeley, and Gertie Bradley, West Oakland, containing answers to questions of March 8, came too late for publication. Botn these little girls wrote very nice letters and we hope to hear from them very often. REBUS. Construe this pi: od nuot osreht sa uyo lowud veah steorn od otnu oyu. ENIGMA. My 4,2, 3, 6,5 isname of & sense. My 0, %, 1, 4 is a shoemaker’s tools My 1,11, 8 is a title. My 9,13, 4, 1is a cereal. My whole is the name of a State. e S — e . i N FOUND AT LAST. Exasperated Parent: I declare! You yellow-legs are the most troublesome children I ever raised. Every one of you will get wet through and keep me awake all night with your sneezing. [Youth’s Companion.) take THE CALL about a week ago and I like the “children’s page” very much. I thinkIhave {M the right answer to your puzzle, so I hought I would write. The answerI gotis the “San Joaquin Valley.” I hope it is right, and ifitis Thope to see this letter printed in next Sunday’s CALL. Iam, yours truly, ELISE MARTENS. SoUTH SAN FRANCISCO, Cal., March, 1896. Dear Editor: I thought I would write a few lines tolet you know that you have one more friend from South San Francisco. I read all the stories in “Childhood’s Realm,” and I think they are very inu!!eltlnf. I will now close, hoping this will be published in next Sunday’s CALL. Iremain yours, : E. EGGERS, 13 years old. SACRAMENTO, March 16,'1896. I am_a little boy 6 years old. I -hopemy cousin Henry will have sSome more pictures in the newspapers and I will copy them. Ican ride a safety. 1 rented one last Sunday. It snowed down here about three weeks ago. I told Grandma Finnie to send me word when it snowe, and she did not do it. Ionly want one thing for next Christmas, angd fl;ut i‘-{ 8 mle;yl.u'll‘;o safety costs $40. 00d-by. Yours, lovi 3 ' RoBERT FINNIE. 84N FraNcisco, March 15, 1896, Dear Editor: My answer is San Joaquin.'l remain, youss mnlyd o g fad DONOVAN, 13 years 4 Elliot park e 2 SAN FRANCISCO, March 15, 1896. Editor of Childhood’s Realm: My snswer to DROPPED VOWELS. Ltul drps ¢ wtr, Litl gros £ snd, Mk th mghty cu nd th pisnt Ind. CHARADE. i Up from the meadow and clover grass My free first soars and sings, Rollicking gay, as he soars aloft. On fluttering joyous wings. I My second, where time is precious and scant Urges the lagging steed. My whole looks up from the garden sod, m the dell and the sunny mead. Belected from Youth's Companion. Alas! There is something saddening about a pair of scissors,” Alas! They only meet to seyer! “Oh, papa!” said a Pittsburg little girl “Susie Ganwell has subscribed for a maga- zine, and got such a beautiful picture—a yard of cats. Ma)yn'e I subscribe, too?” “No, my dear,” replied papa, kindly yet firmly. *“Nearly every yard on this street is full of cats after dark, and I don’t think ‘we ought to add to the number.” Queer Things About Queen Bees. Queen cells always have the mouth open- ing downward, while all other cells in the Sunday’s enigma is, S8an "“Tu"' Hoping I am correct, I remain, yours, with love, t park. LILLIE PEARL MITCHELL. BAN March 15, 1g96. | dcar Call Editor; The auswer 10 the ealswms, hiveare horizontal. The queen lays her eggs and the work- ers carry them and put them in the little w?lxp;} cupe known as the ‘breeding cells. 3 ~Wheg the weather is fine young queens ' emerge in sixteen days from the date upon which the eggs changed into grubs or worms. If everything is working smoothly, ex- actly eight days before a young queen is hatched the old queen takes her colony out of the hive. As soon as a queen is hatched she makes a tour of the hive, ‘destroying all queen cells and their helpless occupants. ‘When in her prime the queen lays from 2000 to 3000 eggs per day, rarely more. ————— An Engagement Calendar. Cut two stars, each with six points, from pasteboard. Cut one about ten inches and the other seven inches from point to point. Cover the larger one with velvet or silk and Engagement Calendar. the smaller one with silk or linen, in pretty shades, On the smaller one have stamped the days of the week, which can be printed with a brush and gold paint, or outlined with silk. A Now sew the two stars together by catch- ing at each point. Buttonhole a small ring with silk the same shade as the smaller star and attach to one of the points to hang it up by. This is to hold letters, cards or invitations for each day.—Youth’s Com- panion. e OLD-TIME DEFENSES. How the Britons and the Normans Pro- tected Themseles. Our colonists nowadays do not appear to build walls.around their settlements, even 1n new countries. A handful or thin line of brave men seems to be as mucn protection as is considered necessary for the boundaries of them. As-far back, however, as the days of the ancient Briton in this country the accepted idea of se- curity was & circular rampart thrown up around the cluster of huts that formed a town. When the Romans came stone walls became the order of the day around every town and across the whole island. The Normans, too, put their faith in walls. In the days of the Plantagenets wall- building was carried on fo a still greater extent. Ingenuity was taxed to the ut- most to devise special machines by which to counteract the strength of their de- fense—such as huge catapults that threw enormous stones over them, the movable contrivance that was the same height as the walls and enabled besiegers to stand on a level with the tops of them, as well as the sow that undermined them and the battering-ram that overthrew them. Famine, in the end, was generally the real foe that caused those they sheltered to capitualate. In those days, in other particulars, the defense was stronger than the attack. The besieged had a plan of throwing out temporary overhangin; wooden galleries, through the flooringgo which they dropped stones, molten lead. burning flax and other trifles on the heads of those who approached sufficiently near, and when a breach was likely to be made at any point they built up hastily behind it a fresh barrier, so that when it was ac- tomplished those who entered found them- selves confronted with it, and still on the outside of the inclosure,—-Cornhul Maga- zine. |CADETS WILL COMPETE, Annual Exhibition Drill of the League of the Cross - Cadets. | ‘Wil Be Attended: by the Archbishop and Prominent Military Men of the State. The League of the Cross Cadets are ar. ranging for their annual .drill, which wi|] take place at the Mechanics’ Pavilion dur- ing Easter week. It is the great event of the year in the history of this organization, The different companies are practicing hard, and the contest is expected to be fought out on most energetic lines. trophy will be a handsome gold me. studded with diamonds and presented by Coadjutor Bishop Montgomery of Log Angeles. Father Montgomery, as the boys still sometimes call him, was the founder of the organization. He will he present at the Pavilion on the night of the competitive drill. The military portion of the programme is in the nands of Colonel William P. Sulli. van. General Graham of the Presidio will review the cadets. In response to the in- vitation General Graham sent the follow- ing letter: OFFICE OF POST COMMANDER, 2 THE PRESIDIO OF SAN FRANCISCO, C. March 7, 1891 Colonel W. P. Sullivan, San Francisco, Cal. MY DEAR COLONEL: I shall be very happy to Teceive the honor of the review of the League of the Cross Cadets kindly tendered me by you in your letter of the 25th ult. T take pleasure in informing you that three officers of my regiment—Captains Thorp and Rielly and' Lieutenant Miley—have accepted your invitation to act as the judgesof the com- petitive drill on the same occasion. Wishing you continued success in this work, 1 am, sir, most sincerely, WILLIAM M. GRAHAYM, Colonel Fifth Artillery, Brevet Brigadier-Gen. eral, U. §. A., commanding Post. It is also expected that the following officers of the National Guard of California will be present: Major Dimond and staff, General Warfield and staff, and the fi staff and line officers of the First Re ment of this City. An invitation to at. tend has also been extended to the officers of the Boys’ Brigade. The Presidio band has been engaged, Commencing at half- past 7 o'clock a_grand concert of popular airs will'be rendered, which will continue until a quarter past 8. One of the most pleasing feattires of the occasion will be the presentation of a setof regimental and National colors to the reg- iment. The colors are the giit of Ignatian Council No. 35, Young Men’s Institut His Grace Archbisnop Riordan be an honored guest of the evening. Mon- signor Nugent of Liverpool, England, who is visiting San Francisco, will also be p; ent. Monsignor Nugent is a noted tem- perance advocate. He was the organizer of the League of the Cross of England. NEW TO-DAY. BLACK DRESS G00DS! SPRCTALFOR HIS WERK! At 50¢ per Yard. 75 pieces FIGURED MOHAIRS and JAC- QUARD SUITINGS, all new designs. At 750?(31- Yard. 50 pieces MOHAIR FLORENTINES, MO- HAIR BROCATELLES, Etc. At $1.00 per Yard. 40 pieces Very Stylish Designs in PER- SIAN BROCHES, MOHAIR MATE- LASSES and MOHAIR SICILIANS, Extra Speciall At 75¢ per Yard. 50 pieces 52-INCH ALL-WOOL WIDE ALE CHEVIOT SERGE, regular value $1 per yard. PLAIN MOHAIRS, in Sicilliettas and Sail Cloth weaves, from 75¢ to $2.50 per Yard, SE HABLA ESPANOL. G. VERDIER & CO., SE. Cor. Geary and Grant Ave. VILLE DE PARIS, BRANCH HOUSE, LOS ANGELES. 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