The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, March 29, 1896, Page 24

THE SAN FRANCISCO CALL, SUNDAY, MARCH 29, 1896. erywhere, alm air sey lovely, and isn’t it fun to | in among them and feel we v of them in our arms as | v hola? | wer parade of the year on | there is none better | the Califc PopYLY | There, I didn’t mean to that’s its *‘big” »u do not need | cou choose. 1| so well the d it was i We were having a spell n and it was among the ed by the whole clas professor made of us could mnot spell the botanical flower! We bad to spell | a week and “I've never ‘ | copa de oro areother and hich have been en to te. You'll sur- 2 be ised when I tell you that it 1s not a true ie b ant e-painted, s sun reat numbers | Ari- | the very | mens are and o talina. 11 the orange poppy 11, nor are i X ssed nind it in neton, also eous spec the eve by its wor heeny brightnes: were the ex- ch lies 1t poppy | srange one of the 1 to the ground | , shallow cups of a | Il these dreams that are tiny ome to you k L eping: at are weary, my sweet, ¥ from Hush by Street, from her head to her feet, comes creepi: EveeNE FIELD. A Country Newsboy. 12 in a town far away from any large These littie boys v lives, but the best hour n their governess takes mamma’s ng-room. | »w they spend this hour. 1 s know that about this “‘donkey boy” comesdown the reet with the evening paper. He is ailed with many a smile and nod while | one whose turn it is runs out toget the | r for papa. { | nto their 1 you he t I must not forget to tell you also p, greets the donkey earing around the house how the boy’s dog, boy. nd over the fence, barking ail the while | as hard as ever he can. Sometimes the | is not very good-natured, and :ing makes him very angry. should see him k Snip come: donkey boy puts bis papers in his mouth and holds on to the reins as tight as he can to keep from falling off. The little boys think that he is very brave, and they watch their donkey boy until he turns the corner. Although they are sorry to see him go, they know that another pleasare is in store for them, and thatis to see the electric street-lamp lighted. As soon as its bright rays shine out through the dark- ness the four small boys pull down the curtains; then, drawing their chairs around the fire, ask their mamma to sing to them. After a while we hear *‘good night,” and | our four little boys march to ‘‘Shuteye town” to play with the and the “‘gingerbread dog. £ J. M. KeNNEDY. ‘‘chocolate cat” Copa de oro, cup of gold! ¢ ) 0f the fairies thy blooms infold ! nd wind sets them freeg Smile mmer, a song to thee! of the Copa de oro, cup of gold ! Empress of pastures manifold, In the Wonderlaud by the sunset sea, From the heart of thy heart, a draught to thee! Copade oro, cup of gold ! Type of the treasured wealth untold; OF the rich desire and the deep unrest, Of the glorious, garlanded Goiden Weat! JonN E. RICHARDS. A Bunch of Grapes. Once upon a time, ever so long ago; how long? oh, about twenty-five or thirty years ago, one afternoon a kind neighbor sent Mrs. Watxins a basket of luscious grapes. S, they were not in the kitchen; something else was in it, though. Grandma was not at home and mamma had left the very finest, and largest bunch in the basket on the fable for her when she would return from her walk. The bright eyes of the children soon spied it and one of the naughty thoughts popped into Mary’s head, you know the kind of a thought’ that always pops out at the finger-tips. Teachers are quite apt to ask questions, and they sometimes receive curious an- swers. This question was as follows: “Now, punils, how many months have twenty-eight days?” “‘All of them, teacher,” replied the boy on the front seat. Answers Received. Correct answers to questions of March 15 have been received from: Mey Seadler of Sac- ramento, and Augusta Williams, Gertrude Murray, Emmie Houston and Alice Bell of San_Francisco. To questions of March 22: From Lois Leonard of Oroville, Priscilla Waters and Cecile Heller of Oakland, Willie McGann of Golden Gate, and Joseph Hannon, Ronald Macmillan, Harry and Willie Stafford, Lola Cook, Hilda Mayer, Katie Stone, Arthur E. Snyder, Marion J. Hamilton, Joseph Bowen, Alice Bell, Albert Moeller, Alma Barth, Ellen Abelee, Flora Poole, May Seadler, Annie Fisher, Hilda Lippie of San Francisco and Hazel Brock of Santa Clara. The Letter-Box. Letters, letters, letters] Why, my box has been filled to overflowing two or three times this week, and in consequence I've been very very happy, but a little bit puzzled, too. I know you enjoy having your letters pub- lished and this week there are <o many that it is_just impossible for all to appear. Please don’t feel baaly, but keep on writing, always remembering that your letters are carefully read and enjoyed by your editor, and some bright Sunday ‘one of your letters will surely be printed in ‘“Childhood’s Realm.” 1 wish you all to read the first letter that is published to-day, and tell me the next time you write if you are not glad that I published that one instead of yours. 8AN Francisco, March 23, 1896. Dear Editor: I think I have solved your ree SHASTA AND THE POPPY. Have you not seen a little child Smile sweetly in the face of Age; Whose hopeful trust in all mankind, *Found naught forbidding in the sage 2 e So Shasta stands, in purple state, Snow-crowned and wisely old ; While straight in Shasta’s awful face, Smiles up this flower of gold. Cora E. Chase. e ‘‘Let’s just take two—one for you and one for me,” were the words which the naughty thought popped out of the little irl’s mouth. “All wight,” said Jack, and two fine grapes promptly jumped from grandma's bunch into the little greedy mouths. Two more soon followed, then two more, still another and another, until all were gone. The tiny thieves began to feel a little sick, and frightened, too. They wished they bad not touched the grapes, They thought Mr. Stevens was a real | naughty man to do things to make so much trouble. Then two very quiet babies stole out through the open door. When grandma came back, tired and warm, after a long tramp over the hills, mamma felt very glad to think she had A COUNTRY NEWSBOY. The little ones were wild with delight. California’s sunny hillsides ana gentle | are now dotted here and there with | slop many fine vineyards, but in those day there were very few, so grapes were con- sidered a great luxury. What a kind man was Mr. Stevens. He had not forgotten one of the family but had sent a bunch for each, even for little Jobn and Mary. They took theirs outside under the tress and ate them just as slowly as they could. | which was about as slowly aslittle piggies gobble their food. After the last grape was swallowed they ran back to the house, hoping to get a few Roswell Francis Field, Eugene Ficld's Youngest Son and the Inspirer of “The Rock-a-by Lady,” “Booh” and Many Other Poems in the Volume “Love-Songs of Childhood.” {Reproduced from MoClwre's Magazined 1 Thelmurc from their mamma or sister, but | 1 such a pleasant surprise waiting for her. So she hurried to the kitchen, her face beaming with smiles, to get the delicious fruit which she was sure would prove so refreshing to her dear mother. Oh, imagine how surprised and shocked she must have been when she saw in the dainty basket only & brown stem! All the grapes gone! She satdown on a chair ana if she badn’t been a big lady she would have had a good cry. As it was her eyes did fill with tears as she shook her nead, saying -*Oh, dear; oh, dear; those two, those two!”’ Of course, when Jack and Mary came in, or, rather, were brought in, they knew nothing about it; but the spotted table- cover, ashamed eyes and drooping heads told another story. Then two sorry babies stole out of the room very quietly once more; but they did not go throueh the door which led out to the silvery stream, the pretty flowers and the lovely trees. Oh, no! This time | they went through a door which led to a room where two little white cots stood. And now you know that they were pun- ished by being sent to bed in the daytime, while the great big sun_was still blinkin and winking in the blue, blue sky; an poor grandma had no nice,conl}fravs. . W.R. She Only Cracked It. Little girl goes with her mother to the grocer’s. Thereis a basket of oranges at the door. The little girl looks at the oranges and thinks she would like one. Her mother being some time in the shop the temptation becomes too strong and she takes one and Yuts it in her pocket. Her mother still has not finished buy- ing what she requires and the little girl has’time to repent and puts the orange back. When the mother comes out the little girl begins crying and tells her, and then says: ‘)‘I didn’t break the commandment, mamma. I only cracked it.”’—Youth's Companion. Room to Cry In. In Sweden, according to travelers who have resided in that country, it is a house- hold custom to provide rooms where the children may go and ery and scream and make all the noise they need to. In all other parts of the house they are expected to be quiet and mindful of the presence of their elders. On the whole it seems rather a good plan—good for the children_and good for the elders, too.—New York Times. Hadn’t Emptied the Soapsuds. Johnny—I don’t wan’t to go in bathing- now, papa. Papa—Why not? Johnny (pointing to the surf)—Some- body else has been in and hasn’'t emptied their soapsuds out yet.—Pittsburg Bulletin. Only Use Their Eyes. Four-year-old William invited his little friends to come and see & new present. As they enter the room he says: “Now, I don’t want you to look at this with your hands.”* The teacher Was &3KiDR @ues enigma in last Sunday’s CALL I think it Touch. And South Carolina. ¢ lloping that L am correct, 1 am yours respect- ully, Newsboy without a home, 11 years old. P. S.—Please publish in children’s page, for it would give me great joy 1f [ am correct. OAKLAND, Cal., March 22, 1896. Dear Editor: 1am a constant reader of your pretty stories and I am always glad to look at the “puzzies.” To-day as I was looking at the children’s page I came across an enigma and although I tried I could not make it out, but I worked the pi puzzle and the dropped vowels. Inclosed you will find the answers. I am 11 years old.” Iremain your interested reader, S. JEANNETTE CUVELLIER. P. 5.—We have & great many pets including five fox terrier puppies and their mother, & rabbit, & white rat and a number of Digegns. SAN FraNcisco, March 22, 1896. Dear Editor: 1am a little girl, 11 yearsold. Mylepn takes THE CALL and every Sunday I read the page called Childhood’s Realm. It is very interesting, especially the puzzles, two of which I am gmnfi to answer. Hoping that my letter will be published in next Sunday's CALL, I am, your little friend, BxssiE LEE. WEST OAKLAND, March 22, 1896. Dear Editor : 1 am 13 years of age; I livein West Oakland. This is the first time I have ever written to THE CALL editor. I1hope my answers are all right. Iread the stories in the Childhood’s Realm. 1 remain hoping mv letter will be published in next Sunday’s CALL, your little reader, MARY L. DALTON. SAN FRANCISCO, March 23, 1896. Dear Editor: 1send you my answers. This is my first letter to THE CALL, so I bope to see it published next Sunday. Yours truly, MARION J. HAMILTON, 10 years of age. 137 Fremont avenue. BERKELEY, Monday night. Dear Editor: Last Sunday night papa brought THE CALL home, and while looking through it 1 came across the page entitled, “In Child- hood’s Realm.” Ienjoyed it so much thetI asked papa to bring it home every Sunday. 1 have tried the puzzles and hope they are rié{ht. Yours sincerely, KATHRYN ROBINSON. 25 Durant avenue. ALAMEDA, Cal., March 17, 1896. Dear Editor: This is my first letter. Every sundey the first thing I do_is to look for the children’s page, and last Sunday I thought I would try and answer your question, and I hope this is correct: The San Joaquin Valley. Yours truly, EDNA COLSON, age 914 years. REDWOOD CITY, Cal., March 22, 1896. Dear Editor: 1am a girl 14 years of age. My father is the night watchman in the Frank Tanning Comrnny, I send my answer to the dropped vowels, and I hope it is right, for it is the first time I ever answered any of your ques- tions. Ihope I will see this in the next Sun- day’s paper. 1 remain yours, HANSENA SKOW. SAN_FRANCISCO, March 22, 1896. Dear Editor: Being very much pleased at seeing my name in your paper this morning I set to work at once to study out the puzzles in it. 1hope they are all correct. Your little 1108 Union street. CAROLINE MANN. SAN Fraxcisco, March 22, 1896. Dear Editor: 1 herewith send my solution sceCeeoe, 2 00° Icant find t Tve looked ; With the Fll And ) To the °°~h°°, wha now I cant g° 'C, °9g°° as® “%900r00008f e o o o o Lragounaoe® he lace That belong's'm my shoe . all the day whele of 'my might arty tenight. shall 1 do I cant find the lace That belongs ih my shoe . to the enigma in Sunday’s CALL of Mareh 22, | which is “South Carolina,” and hope it is | right. GRACE MCINERNEY, 13 years old. | SAN FRANCISCO, March 21, 1896. | Dear Editor: We are keeping THE CALL, and | Iam very interested in the children’s realm. | 1 like to read the little stories and am tryingto | get the 1ight answers to your conundrums. I ; really wish the children’s page would come | oftener than once a week. Truly, your little | friend, HiLpa Liprr, aged 10 years. | 1012 Twenty-third street. FRANCISCO, Cal., March 22, 1896. iam a little girl 8 years oid. o Sa Dear E This is the first time I have written to you. read the children’s page every Sunday. The California poppy is vellow. We donot get them vezy often with their leaves on. My papa just came up from Mexico and | broaght me some clay toys that the Indians make and a little straw hat and two little ones made out of horses’ hair. | I hope this will be printed in next Sunday’s | CALL. Your friend JESSIE FREDRICKS. | | 126 Collingwood street. Dear Editor: This is my answer for March 15; My first Is the letter 5 in sweep, My second is the letter a in leap, My third is n in earnest you'll find, My fourth Is the Jin the joker who dinedy My fifth is 0 in astonishnient given. My sixthis @ in speaking of heaven. seventh is ¢ in the queer old gueen, eighth is u in you who are mean, ninth is the i in lion you'll find, tenth is the n in the end far behind And now I proclaim to the fat and the lean, My whole is the Valley of the great Sun Joaquin. Yours truly, ALINE BROOKS. Puzzles. A MIXTURE. 1. A well - known saying of three words. From- the first vowels are dropped, from the second consonants, and from the third one vowel and one consonant: Hst ae wte. 2. I am a word of three parts. My 1 is said to be as good as & mile. My 2 with the head of my 3 is a soft metal. My 3 is the sound of a bell. My total is the act of mismanaging. 3. Take a certain consonant, place both be- fore and after it a certain vowel, and obtain a lady’s name. | Take the name and before and after it place & consonant, obtaining a word meaning flat. 4. Take & word mesning all of a thingor entire and change its heart (middle letter) so as to obtain the name of a large sea animal. Answers for March 22. | 1. Pi—“Do unto others as you would haye others do unto you.” 2. Enigma—South Carolina. 8. Dropped vowels: Little drops of water, Little grains of sand, Make the mighty ocean And the pleasant la; 4. Charade—Larkspur. When brightest sunbeams glance and play, The golden poppies nod and sway ‘Their silken petals by the way. Closing nightly, Petals tightly, Sweet sleeping till the d~wning day. HELEN CARPENTER. | curred in my own househofd. THREE MICE THAT SANG. One Now in the House of a Norway Music-Teacher. George H. Martin, the veteran music- teacher of Norwich, Conn., says the New York Sun, has a wonderful singing or chanting mouse in his home on Williams street. The mouse is qutie as retiring as any human musician, and as it kept itself in the background, inhabiting a crevice in | the celiar, a long time passed before Mr. Martin knew that he had the prodigy. To a reporter Mr. Martin said : I recently read an article stating the effect that music has upon different ani- mals, and it recalled an incident that oc- One morn- | ing after playing upon the piano and singing several songs when the whole house was quiet, it seemed to me that I heard music in_ the distance. I listened | and heard it distinctly, a wee, fine note After a kled like the chiming of a little glass. moment it died away; then it tir again. Now and thenitrosea little and it seemed to me it must be the voice house. But the song was sweeter than any canary’s, sweeter than any bird’s note, and 1t was different, too. “For a long time I tried in vain to lo- cate the place whence the strains came. After a while the music ceased, and I gave it up for the time: But it was not many days before the singing came again. I had been playing and singing as before, and had stopped suddenly, when for a Rl hesrelithis i g niotess Mhey continued for a minute or more, then ceased, and again 1 sought unsuccessfully the place where the singular singer was to of a tiny canary in a remote part of the | be found. And so 1t went on for several weeks, the hidden musician chiming in with my playing and singing, but success- fully concealing his identity and place of abode. “One morning, finally, right after I had ceased playing and the little minstrel had struck up with his own song, I casually noticed that the cellar door, opening out of my room, was ajar. I was passmg the portal at the time, and the idea suddenly crossed my mind that the singer very likely was secreted in the cellar staircase. So, without noise, I stepped to the door and peeped within. At first I could see little in the obscurity of the passage, but, opening the door a peg further, I caught a glimpse at last of my musical friend. “‘There, perched upright in the shadow on the chine of a barrel, sat my singing mouse, and he was as cool as you please, singing right along as fearlessly as ever. He appeared not at all alarmed by my ap- proach. It was plain from the movements of his jaws and the trembling of his tiny whiskers that the wonderful musical strains came from him. I listened a full minute while the songster went on with his lay, and then a sudden and unpremedi- tated movement on my part startled my small friend, and with a whisk of his tail he darted behind his barrel. After that I "ied to capture the singer, but ineffectu- ally.”’ While singing mice undoubtedly are uice as rare as white blackbirds, never- theless, Mr. Martin is by no means the only person who has heard a mouse sing. Not long ago a singing mouse was the wary pet and prime attraction of a grocery in the seashore village of Mystic, south of this town. It wasa white mouse, too. It sung usually in the evening, standing erect on a dusky little shelf above the molasses barrel at the back of the store. The notes were as thin and fine and sweet as the melody struck off from the tiniest wind harp. At times the mouse sang every evening for a week, and again it was silent for a week or ten days. Tha storekeeper was very proud of the musi- cian, which not infrequently, when the grocer was alone and all was very quiet in the shop, tuned up a littie concert for his sake alone. Its best singing, however, was done on winter nights, when the great baseburner threw showers of heat and radiance into every corner of the store, and the cracker-barrels there were tiironged with stalwart, cow- hided, longshore marines, who forebore to spin yarns momentarily or omitted their plag tobacco artillery practice be- | cause they wanted to hear the mouse sing. | The singing mouse lived in the store for more than a year. The grocer has notions that the grocery cat has ideas about its | mysterious disappearance. Still another singing mouse has been re- orted in the history of the Nutmeg State. ?t sojourned in a village dwelling in the Connecticut Valley, but history has been | culpably remiss in recording this singer's accomplishments. In another home in | the valley a mouse built its nest and lived some time in a young woman'’s piano, but the mouse did not sing. Sl A Singing Hen. J. W. Walker of McConnellsville, Ohio, | bas a remarkable hen. Ruby, as she is | called, is a genuine Plymouth’ Rock fowl, and she has taken more than one prize for the purity of her breed and other good qualities. What isnot_generally known | about her is that she sings, As soon as Ruby hears the sound of the piano she will start on the run from wherever she may be and scamper up the steps and en- | ter the house by the door or window as op- portunity serves. She is a great pet with the only child of the family, and if the lit- tle girl wishes for her company or desires to display Ruby’s talents she will take her | up on the piano-stool beside her, where from that much prized position Ruby will hold forth. She will roll her head from side to side, croak and croon, sometimes softly and sometimes loudly, but always following the music and apparently with rapture at her own periormance. Nor is she soon tired of singing either. 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