The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, May 3, 1896, Page 25

Greeting? - Be'merry to-day— *Tis May! 'Tis May! Frolic and play; be gay. lowers pe cep forth The origin of the name of this, the fifth month of the year, is wrapped in mystery, | as are so many other things we shonld like to feel sure about. One writer suggests that the name was | taken from the names of a certain two of the old Roman paters or fathers, or from the:name of the. mother ot the god Mer- cury, “Maia,” as on the first day of this month the Romans were in the habit of sacrificing to this goddess. In -the’ Roman Catholic church the | month ‘of May is sacred to Mary, the | mother of Jes | The blossonyof the hawthorn tree, whose : sentiment is hope, is the flower for May, and its delicate beanty and fragrance have | many times been the theme of song and | story. . With & ‘sweet consistency, in order to vpreserve- perfect happiness during her brief reign, ““May” has chosen for her jewel the brilliant green emerald. Just think! . Almost 100 stories about “‘the little girl and her dog.” All so good, so well written and_ original in plot, that it ‘was extremely aifficult to select any best ones, but &t last eighteen were chosen. Then two of. these, one by Arthur Suy- den and one by Ethel Ferguson, were written on both sides of the paper, so, of course, these cannot be published just now, as 1 have not time to rewrite thenr. The others will be published, as there is Toom. Tneé children: of the St. Elmo School, San Bernardino, and of the Primary School in* Columbia, wrote pretiy little storiés for'such dren. Little Ethet hiad a dog whom she called Max. Max was a fox-terrier, and Ethel thought a great deal of him. One Christ- mas--Uricle Fred gave Ethel a beautiful doll; whom she named Frederica for the - giver. Frederica had long golden hair that hung in’ curls to her waist, and blue eyvés-that would close when Ethel wished her_to sleep.” Ethel’'s mamma told her thatshe must keep .this doll a long time. ‘Ethél promised, and for many nights Frederica was put to bed and taken up, dressed and carried down to the breakfast | table in the morning. Ethel never went | to-a party that she did not take Frederica. Thus she kept "her six months, and the | doll was as good as new. { One ‘time BEthel was invited out in the evening to a party. Thinking it not | there would be some indication of it. They get her street dress. It was not hanging the party on Frederica. but -her street dress was not should go out at night she kissed her and put her to bed. She usually looked to see that Max was put out before she put Frederica to bed, for there was nothing better in the opinion of this young puppy than to hide and tear up things. It hap- med that to-night, being a little excited, thel did not make the usual search to make sure that Max was not 1n, and as it bng;vened that he was in, under the sofa, and saw the doll put to bed, so that Ethel left her doll, Fraderica, in much peril. After his mistress had left the room Max crawled from under the sofa, and not very gently lifted the much beloved doll out of the cradle and carried it from the room. Ethel went to the party and enjoyed herself, and being tired when she came home she did not go to see how Frederica was. The next morning when she went to dress frederica the doll was nowhere to be found. She at first thought that per- hapsin her excitement on the previous evening she had neglected to put her to bed, and yet she was quite sure she had. Anyhow, she would look and see where her doll was. But after she had searched the whole house she began to feel afraid that doliie was lost, for no Frederica could she find. But where was she lost? No one would have taken her. Ethel went to the breakiast table with a sad face. After breakfast mamma searched and still no doll could be found. said to herself. It had fallen off the hooks, so she picked it up, and under it what did she see? Why her own Frederica, She lifted herup with a squeak of joy. Yes, it was Frederica, somewhat worse for being in Max’s care, but smiling as sweetly as when Ethel last saw her. She carried the recovered doll 10 her mother and told her how she had found it. “It must ha " said mamma. “It must e been,” rejoined Ethel. She scolded Max severely, end he looked very much ashamed, and I don’t doubt that he was. But one thing is certain— he never touched Ethel’s dolls again. Mamma had the hairdresser curl Fred- erica’s hair, and she is now as pretty as ever. MixNie W. CUuLvER. Age 12 years. Naughty Max. It was little Annie who laid her doll carelessly on the floor when her mother called her to take the milk. Aanie took the milk and started to run, but she stumbled over the doorsill, the pitcher broke and the milk ran all over the floor. Annie rose slowly to her feet, then ran to her mother and told her of the sad mis- hap. Her mother said, ‘‘she ought to have been more careful.’” Annie dried her tears and ran to play with her doll again, but what did she find? Little APPEARANCES ARE == i OFTEN DECEITFUL. All this time Ethel noticed that Max looked rather sheepish. Could he have torn Frederica up? The thought made her almost cry. At last she gave way to her tears, She cried and cried, and mamma said thatif Frederica was not found in a week she would buy her another doll just the same. This com- forted the little girl a little, but “‘no other doll could be to her what Frederica had been,”” she told her mamma., As three days passed and still Frederica could not be found Ethel almost gave u every thought of ever seeing her dol again. If Max bad torn the dear doll up would find the hair or the bits of her gown “mr!l body. But none of these did they find. The week passed away and still no doll. It was Saturday afternoon, and mamma and Ethel were fioing downtown to buy the promised doll to take the place of Frederica. Ethel went into the closet to up. There was the dress she had worn to the evening she lost proper that ope so young as Frederica i ‘N’l 1‘. I < . (WHAT FLORA SAW WHEN IN there. i 1 “Oh! there it is on the floor,”” she { i 1l pieces of her doll’s clothes scattered all over the room! ‘“Naughty Max,” said Annie, bursting into tears, as she saw | guilty Max standing beside her and pre- tending not to see her. He xnew he was guilty, and that evening Annie did not play with him as usual for a punishment. Roy E. THOMPSON, 9 years. Benicia, Cal., April 15, 1866, “Naughty Max.”” Ellen was busy dressing her doll when her mother told her to get a pail of water. “I don’t want to,” said Elien crossly; but her mother was busy sewing and she bad to obey. **Well, I suppose I must go,”” and she threw her doll on the floor, rushed out of the room, slamming the door behind her. All this time Ellen’s little dog, Max, was Iying under the table, and when he saw Ellen throw her doll on the floor he thought it would be a fine plaything. He shook the doll until her eyes dropped out and ber dress was in rags. When he thought he haa had enough fun he crept under the table and went to sleep. n Ellen came in and saw her doll. **You naughty dog,” she cried, “‘you shan't have any dinner for doing this,” and after shutting him up in the closet ran off to tell her motner. **It served you right, for if you had been a good girl it could not have happened,” said her mother. “I do not think Max was so mucn to blame as you were.” Eva Ken~Nepy, Goodyear's Bar, Sierra County, Cal. Naughty Max. Paro Avro, Cal., April 16, 1896. When I was a very young puppy and my little mistress was a few years younger than she is now, her Aunt Helen sent her a nice new_doll and she was careless and left her doll on the floor, and I came and took it in my mouth. I got hair tangled around my teeth, I ’fot sawdust up my nose, and 1 swallowed a foot. Oh, how I sneezed and choked, and my little mistress gave me a whipping. VerpeLL E. Jox; e 7 years, Dolly and Daisy. Daisy is thename of a 1ovely dear doggie whom I know. One Sunday she had five pretty little puppies, and oh! how she just loved them. All day long she patted and talked to them, and made a nice soft bed for them to sleep in. One afternoon when her little mistress came home from school Daisy ran to meet her and cried as if her heart wounld break. On going to her bed the little girl saw there were no pretty puppies there, instead everything was thrown around, and the poor mother looked up at her as much as to say, “*Where are they?’ The little girl went to her SEARCH OF THE FAIRIES, mother and said: Daisy is crying for them. Do you know where they are?'’ them when he came this morning.”” Now what did the butcher want with with them? Poor Daisy did not eat anything for a and cried, and Emily, her little mistress, cried with ber. But the )iu%phu never one ha 5“. ap looking for them. o must gan gone to Bologna.” Where One day Emily missed her doll, and her mamma said, ‘“Perhaps she has gone after but no doll could be found. Neither com we find Daisy, so we started out to search “Dolly and Daisy, Daisy—Daisy— Daisy,” we called and all of lznddonyup ing with joy, as much as to say, ‘I have it.” We’ followed her to her bed, and was in! There were five pieces instead of one! arms ofl.bl s off, and the paint gone dog would not {ct us touch her, but just lay down and put her paw over the b n why did she make five pieces of the doll? Mamma said if the butcher cou;nmln pa take them to Frankfurt. [p:". looked in my geography gnd cannot find either ““Mamma, the puppies areall gone. And “Well, dear, maybe the butcher took little doggies? Can you tell what he did whole week, only sat and cried and cried came back and eve: ‘ smma sai -cv. that, I wonder ? the pu piu." She looked every pl; for them. came the dog 'luélllng her tail and bark- there was the doll, but what a state she from her face isy licking 1t, and the doll. I wonder can dogs count? and if not, he will think there are more and will Bologna or Frankfurt, yet they cannot THE SAN FRANCISCO CALL, SUNDAY, MAY 3, 1896 be far away, because the butcher comes from there every morning. MARIE CHESWORTH. Dear Editor: 1 send this in answer to icture in Sunday’s C21 and hope it will ge published. y mamma has tak- ing your naper since long before I was tm‘my 1_like your children’s page very much. Your little reader, Marie CHESWORTH, 11 years old. ‘What Flora Saw When in Search of the Fairles, [Continued from last week,] The next morning Flora was again ready to go in search of the fairies. She told her mother that she felt quite sure that the birds could have enlightened her, as they traveled a great deal, and, if they but used a little observation, ought to know considerable about the world, “But, mamma, i have been reading up the sub- ject again, and I find that flowers are a favorite haunt of these dainty creatures. My story-book tells how the queen of the 1airies dances on the flower-tops, without injuring them in the least, and frequently we read of their sleeping in gently waving iragrant blossoms, and many other pretty tales in which fairies and flowers are asso- ciated.” Her mother approved the plan of search- ing among flowers for the illusive crea- tures, so Carlo and she again started forth, this time taking the hillside as the scene of her search. “‘Here are bright yellow poppies,” she exclaimed. *Surely their golden cups are fit abodes for queens.’ Flora approached with considerable awe, 80 sure was she that she had found her desire at this first step. Bowing be- fore this gem of flowers she whispered, “Oh, beautiful eschscholtzia, can you tell me where dwells the queen of fairies?” She listened dong for an answer, but the only sound she heard was the hrobbing of her own little heart. Carlo’s low whine finally caused her to arise. Giving him a hug for his sympathy they again resumed their search. +1 see the purple Larkspur. Maybe the fairies come hither to secure dye for their royal robes. We can but fail, so I shall again try my luck. “Then I shall seek yonder sweet pea, whose clinging tendrils would so beauti- fully deck their summer bowers." Flora was obhred to turn away from both of these unsatisfied, but just then she thought of a_little flower, a veritable fairy itself, ana a happy smile lighted her sweet face. Trudging along, she soon espied it, hid- den among the grass, the dear little yellow ana black blossom. *‘Ah, here you are, my ‘Johnny Jump-Up.” #“Can you tell me an thmg concerning the whereabouts of the fairy folk?'’ In vain she waited for an answer, but none came. “Carlo, even my dearest little ‘'wood friend has failed me,” she said, with a sigh, as she turned away. “Well, let us rest awhile under this spreading buckeye before we proceed far- tger up the hill, and while we do so we may hear or see something of importance. | Why, this may be the very spot where they hold high carnival, so let us search for footprints. “I have a new scheme. Carlo, suppose you try your luck. Ask that beautiful wild rose 1o tell us of the midnight festivi- ties here held forth. Ah, there now, I have crushed that dainty little sisyrin- chum and it might have told me much.” Carlo begged to be excused, with plead- ing look and a low bark, as much as to say o & came only as protector, not as spokes- man.” After a few moments’ rest the little girl felt impatient to be off, and as she and Carlo ascended the hill they came to a bed of pretty creamcups. So delighted was Flora with their delicate benut;' that for an instant she forgot all about fairies and their abode, but only for a moment. Lean- ing over the dainty flowers she begged them to tell her if they were not cup-bear- ers to the elves and fays. As the gentle wind went floating by they nodded their hedds in assent, but no further information could the child ob- tain. “I shall try just once more,” and she started in search of a little sylvan friend which sbe knew was likely to be found in the shade of the majestic oak on the brow of the hill. “There you are, my sweet, sweet baby-bluae-eyes! Surely you will not disappoint me.’’ Then kneeling confidingly beside them she asked her oft-repeal question in caressing tones. But, alas, even the Nemophila seemed in league with the hirlzq l:’o keep their secrets from this earn- child. Come, Carlo, it is perfectly useless for us to spend more time to-day. I think the flowers might really zive us some in- formation, yet [ must say I respect them for their fidelity. To-morrow we shall try again to ascertain the whereabouts of these little elves.” ALICE SILL. (Concluded next Sunday.) A Jolly Sunbeam. A slender sunbeam lost his way Upon the nursery floor. He fell into corners and slipped nto nooks, Had mishaps by the score, Yet somehow or other, all the time He was merry a8 a grig, For little Ted, with a bit of glass, ‘Was making him dance a ji G. H. 8., in Youth’s Companion. The boy st0od in the cable-car, He scorned to hold strap, The car went round a carve, and he Sat in somebody’s lap. DONALD SERIES. Donald’s mamme had undressed her lit- tle son, and as she was going out of the room to get a fresh sweet nightie to pat ori the dainty form, before it was placed in among soft pillows, shesaid, “While mam- ma is gone, dear, gather up your clothes, hake them and place them neatly on the » Yes, mamma,” answered the child, without a thought of what she had said. On mamma’s return what did she see? Instead of clothes neatly folded across a rack to air she saw shoes, stockings, blouse and trousers scattered pellmell over the room, Donald in the midst in the act of throwing his necktie under the bed at an imaginary foe. l‘:'&hy%omld. what are ] {ou doingt” “Having a war with the ndians, mam- a. “Bat, Donald, didn’t 1 teli you to do something for me?” asked mamma, in a very sad way. “Oh, mamma, ! forgot,” pleaded the boy, with arms thrown around her neck. “My darling, that is not a good excuse.” “Well, mamma,” quickly answered Donald, “‘do not bl,ume me; blame God, he made my forget.” @ . Five hundred begins it % Five handred ends it, 5 The first of all letters, The first of all fig: Take up their station between. My whole was a King Tl f; W w You here have his name. Contributed by Jeante Cohen, S Ve IL Tamsa word of letters five, and means mp h?r. \Tlive on Stanyan street. “fixed look.” Transpose my letters, and I be- come a “flower.” Transpose in, and 1 be- come ‘“weeds.” Once more, and I am a sign of SOrrow. II1. Iam & word of two My first is al- ways honest and steadfast to friend aud foe the same; my second is busy and wise; his ex- amples you should follow. Yet, strange to say, my whole runs away from school. oomll hd 1l {h ohglh'lcdxlllad ifhbe nad 18 d hold. Popular Melody. Correct answers for April 26: o Are strong as iron bands, J!‘.ou;{ellmr is the author. ay. u)’Aubum. (b) When he is a ecause it is Sun-day. (d) Whenit is leated). IV. Inch-chin. V. Mayday and Decora tion day. Correct answers to all or a majority of the puzzles for April 19—Received from Irene A. Herman Borchers and Jeanie Cohen. For April 26—Jean S. Johnston, Alice Bell, pi, Mabel Chestnut, Julia Derby, Walter Richards, Laura A.and Kate Sabbats- chan and Franklin Hurn{. Your editor is alwa; leased to receive con- tributions of riddles, puzales, stories and WT! from the little readers of Childhood’s ealm. lague. Piafied Fire Fancles. ‘When the flames are running riot, Pictures come before our eyes; Never steady, never quiet, Magic paluces arise; Now a goblin, now s falry, Here an elf and there a gnome: Then a dream-boat, white and airy, Drifting on & sea of foam. Al the tales that one remembers— Zons, witches. captive dames— Gleam together In the embers And the flashing of the flames. Bits of suny summer playtime. White enchantments of the snow, Memories of night and daytime, Lightly come and swiftly go. Last a train of cars. full freighted With departing fairy souls, Cracks and roars as if belated, Rushing o'er a bridge of coals. Then the gold light turns to umber, And with soft ana stealthy tread Comes the Sandman, bringing slumber, Now it's time to go'to bed ! —St. Nicholas.]} 8AN FRANCISCO, April 16, 1896. Dear Editor: My papa takes THE DAILY CaLL, and every Sunday I have the children’s page, which I enjoy very much. I am a native daughter, and was born in this City eleven years ago.. I hope my answers to your puzzles areright. Hoping to see this in next Sunday's paper, I remain, yours truly, HAZEL BELL. 3608 Sixteenth street. Dear Editor: Papa has taken TE CALL for many years, and since you commenced the Children’s Realm I have taken pleasure in reading it. What a variety of opinions among us children! I am a little girl, 10 yearsold, and 1’enjoy gathering wildflowers. 1 aw & Californis girl, and of course my favorite wildflower is the poppy. I have gathered a great many popples, and 1 will send you a few of what I have pressed in this | letter. And you can get beautitul poppies out Dby the park; they are of different colors—some are of an orange color, and some are a butter color, So 1 will close my little letter. Your little friena, LYDpia WALKUP, SAN RAFAEL, April 19, 1896. Dear Editor: We take THE CALL and J am much pleased with the children’s page. This is my first letter to you. I hope all the stories about “Naughty Max'’ will be in the er next Sunday. And I should be ples if you would be kind enough to put my story in the paper if you have room. Your little friend, MAY ISABELL Goss, age 13 years. April 21, 1896, Dear FEditor: My papa has just started in to take THE WEEKLY CALL. Mamma showed me the “Childhood’s Realm.” 1 seen the other little girls and boys writing stories and [ thought I would write about the little girl and her doggie Max. Alsolam going to try some of the puzzles. Imust close my short letter. Iremain your little friend, Iam 10 years old. IRENE A. MOORE. SAN FraNcisco, April 19, 1896, Dear Editor: My papa takes THE CaLL. Iam soglad, for I like to read the pretty stories, puzzles and letters. I cannot walt until the Sunday’s paper comes to see the new puzzles. We have taken THE CALL steady for twenty- four years. If Iam not saccessful with this Jetter I will try again, but hoping I shall see my little letter published in next Sunday's puper, your little friend, LAURA SABLATSCHAU, 13 years, SAN FRANCISCO, April 19. Dear Editor: My mamma takes THE CALL, and I enjoy reading ‘'‘Childhood’s Realm” very much. This is the first letter I have written and I hope it will be published. Formy pats I have a dog, a catand two ca- naries which sing very sweetly. Iamin the fifthgrade of the Broadway Gram- mar School. 1am very glad you are publishing “Donald Series” again, because I like to read them very much. e story of Donald’s china doll in THE CALL to-day is very amusing. This is all [ shall write. From your loving friend, LILLIE A. MASKOW, age 9 years. SoUTH SAN FRANCISCO, April 26, 1896. Dear Editor: 1 am a Jittle boy 11 years old. This is my first letter to THE CALL. Every Sunday morning as soon as Tam dressed I ran for the Childhood’s Realm. Sometimes my mamma hides it soIcannot find it. I have never tried any puzzles yet. I go to the South San_ Francisco School I am in the fourth grade. My teacher’s name is Miss Morrison. I think I will close now, hoping to see my letter in next Sunday’s CALL. From your little friend, JOHN DIRKS, ‘West BERKELEY, Cal., April 20, 1896. Dear Editor: 1 am alittle gir1 7 years old. My papa is the proprietor of the American Brewery. He takes THE CALL and I like to read the ch{{.un'n page every Sunday. Igo to the Columbia School. I am in the fourth grade, and my teacher's name is Miss Hastemse. [ have no brotheror sister, but 1 have three 1ittle cousins in San Francisco and they come to see me very often, so I am not lonesome. They stay with me in'vacation, and we go out cking wildflowers and catching frogs and K‘:hu in the creek. JOSEPHINE RASPILLER. BERKELEY. Cal, April 21, 1896. Dear Editor: We have been working out the puzzles in Sunday’s CALL and I hope the an- swers I send are ht. I am a Berkeley boy and attend the Le nte School. My teacher is Miss Gompertz. The boys asked the prin- cipal if we could have a half holiday to see the baseball match between Berkeley U.C. and Stanford. I hope Berkeley will win. My brother and I sing in the St. Mark’s choir. Yours truly, CLAYTON PAULL SaN FRANCISCO, April 15, 1896. Dear Editor: My mother and father take THE d I ki waiting all the week for Sun- S:;L n: :nnm':-pl like !w read all the letters and work the different puzzles. I remain, AUGUS1A WILLIAMS. 8AN FRANCISCO, Cal, April 20, 1896. Dear Editor: My papa has taken THE CALL for six years,and I enjoy very much reading the children’s r‘oon Sundays. Iem 12 years old and have three brothers and three sisters. I hope I'will see my letter in next Sunday's CaLL. Yourstruly, = JENNETTE ROBERTEON. SAN FraNcisco, Cal., April 12, 1896. Dear Editor: You were very kind to put my letter in THE CALL to-day. The first thing I did when 1 got up wes to bring in the paper and look for my letter. I was so afraid it was not there, but at last I found it. Igo to the Edison School, and I am ir: the fourth grade. I 1dy real hard so as to get promoted. l. ;::a" xx:::e :-u. and one of them has a little kitten. The other rh{ mx auntie was going to fix a nice bed for it and let it out for a “sun_ batb,” But the mother thought m suntie was nlng“m mgnm t lo‘ 'lhv; ?‘:{ { 1o Lo ”“? s But 1 could not bo.ry to ¢ is a very gentle little cat, and I ik allt ~'N/lv"-.'\;uq <7 gl atly ,lh P 'l; 3 Wt il fir ;g..lIJr Ji i AR aff- wly w drons (A i =i ol by @m iUl 4 “l!r'i,” #!“3.“’“““ | ' il (11N “DO YOU LOVE BUTTER?” call her Nip. She is only three years old ana never scratches anybody. 1 have another cat, and he does nothing b|||l eat and ;wap. 1]141” not care much for him. His name is Tom. This | <1 : q et is long letter, so I must stop. Hoping to sce | d'“?“ ?il-af« fine $2, Mr. Clerk, my letter in THE CALL next Sunday, | am yours | Judge Snell; ‘‘the case is not quite so bad truly, MABEL as I thought it was.” “But, your Honor,” said. the boy's | sather,” & game of t hich a high her,” a game of croquet 1n which a hig t Fofeiey AR 1itale Doy 0 { court official was engaged, and I.saw that you these Isw lines. Asd am & y flicial spitefully. knock his opponent's 1214 years old, I am in the fifth grade at the | hal clear across the street, and—o"’ Edison School. Iread everythingin the “Child | «Take off that other §3. Mr. Olerk. T hood's Realm” from the tof of the page to the | don't believe that this boy was doing bottom of the page and try to find out what the | wrong, after all.” And the Judge lav answers to the puzzies are. am at one now | i i arti and T think I will have it ready for next Sun. | DACk in his chairand laughed heartily as day’s paper. I like the *Childhood’s Realm,” | 11 remembered what a whack he gave his and there are some very nice stories in um“ opponent’s ball in the game referred to.— page. The cmldhren of the Edison School have | Washington Star. a paper called The Chi finally admitted that the boys were play- ing ball on a vacant lot, and this boy had | knocked the ball outinto the street. i sai . TWAY. “ 8N FRaNCISCO, April 21, 1896. Dear Editor: 1now take the time in sending dren’s News. It is made | . I hope that all the | d my little letter will y can h Toddie and the Mosguitoes. - ko | The otherevening Toddletums called his ve a paper like | 3 > our little C News. As my letter is | Papa to tell him that he couldn’t getto growing long, I will close. Hoping to see my | sleep for the mosquitoes. letter in print in next Sunday's paper, I am | Never mind, Toddle; jast.put your yours truly, THOMAS VAUGHAN. 5 S T it ek st b AN [ Ander the Glothbs) where! thiey chn't = | get at you.” Tho:Rnerald: | ~ Toddletums did so, but in a little while o DRIy stne 8 b S el it green: | he peered from under the clothing. A fire- eing inferior in value only to the diamond | 4y hgppened along at the moment and set and ruby. It is classed with the beryl and is | i Velling: transparent or translucent. i 2 5 Thep\'ery finest emeralds are found in South | ‘‘It's no use, papa. I hid under the America, Siberia and India. clothes and now they’ve gone. off and got This stone was very highly prized by the an- | lanterns to find ‘me with.”—Harper's cients and was supposed io possess certain | Round Table. virtues, such as being good for whe eyes and to drive away evil spirits. V. R. The Wonders of Transposition, The word “‘time” admits of a very pecu- | liar arrangement of its letters. The four | letters of the word, transposed and read | backward and forward and up and down, | Lhings, and seemed to call for a_desperate give us four perfect English and L i | remedy. He began by offering her, one - i ord in | after another, every toy he owned, butshe words. It is said to_be the only word in | was too good-natired to take them. At our language that will admit of so MANY | Jast, after carefully considering the whole transpositions and arrangements. Note | , - . i e matter, he said, with a degree of earnest- the oddity in the square below: | ness which showed how much he_felt the A Boy’s Funny Heroism. 1t is recorded of a little Sydney boy that he had allowed his mother’s birthddy to dawn without having anything to give her. This was to him a térrible state of TIME sacrifice_he was about to propose: ‘I ITEM know what T’ll do; I'll take a dose of y 1}‘:(;% 'IFTI castor oil for you!”—New York Recorder. Pat’s Retort. Pat has turned up again in a collection of anecdotes. Here is a specimen of his wit lately come to hand : A one-legged Yankee orator, who had been very successfully chaffing an Irish- man, was finally asked: *0i say, soor, how did yez. lose your leg 2 ““Well,” replied the Yankee, “I found, when I came to look up my ancestry, that I had a little Irish blood in my veins, and becoming convinced that it had ali settled in my left leg I had it cut off-at once.’” “Be jabers,” cried Pat, “phot a pity it badn’t settled in your head!” The above words, in English, as well as in Latin, are all complete, and the curious part of it is, that reading them backward and forward and up and down gives the | same result that transposing the letters in the original word does. Their significance as Latin words is as follows: Time, fear thou; item, likewise; meti, to be meas- | ured ; emit, he buys.—8t. Louis Republic. Circumstances Alter Cases. : The late Judge Snell was very fond of croquet-playing, and when not busy with | his official duties, could almost always be | found with mallet in hand, engaged in his | favorite game. One morning, while pre- | siding over the Police Court, a young boy was bronght before him charged with playing ball in the sireet. The policeman | who arrested the boy swore he had caught | him in the act. | “Fine the boy $5,” said the Jud “This ball-playing on the street must stopped.’” | The boy’s father was present, and sug- | gested to the Judge that he would like to | Harrison has been invited to contribute a gucstion the policeman a little before the | series of articles to one of the leading Lon- ne was imposed, so Judze Snel! ordered | don magazines, with permission to ¢hoose the policeman into the witness-box again. | his own subject and name his own pra- After a little close questioning, the officer l for the work. “Dickie, what do you want for your birthday present?”’ “Oh, papa, get me a savings-bank that ma can’'t get nickels out of with a hair- pin.” be | It 1s said in Indianapolis that General E= T R G O T R P 14 LTIV HI” ///// " 2 oty s 700w 7. WO DI s i Uty 7 7 7 7/ // e 7 71/ I 7 7, Ny g (% i j I U ( l \ ) Il MW \ 1\ N\ | Wi \ FLOWERS OF MAY., [Reproduced from the Youth’s Comganion.]