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THE SAN FRANCISCO CALL, SUNDAY, MAY 10, 1896. ROM the land of sunshine and' roses, the “Garden City” of the| West, fair San Jose, a greeting to- ) day Isend to my little readers. 1| am keeping my eyes and ears wide open during this “‘merrie carnival” time | for interesting things to tell my boys and | girls in the future. ! 1 hope you all agree with me that the “Naughty Max"” stories which were selected for publication are very interest- ing ones, | | What Flora Saw When in Search of the | Fairies. [cONCLUDED.] I am perfectly discouraged, mamma, at the turn of aftairs, but I am going to make | one more effort, and if I don't succeed I I you not know that we are in search of in- formation and should be particularly friendly to everything? “Easy now,” as she motioned the dog to | stand still, while she slipped_carefully up to a beautiful wild rosebush, on one of whose Iovely blooms daintily poised a brilliant swallow-taiied butterfly. But the hearing of this beauty seemed | for before | equal to the sight of Argus; ior Flora could spesk be had spread his gaudy wings and flew away to tind new fields of honeyed sweetness. ‘Come, Carlo; it was through no fault of yours that we failed, but I am sure that, butterfly must be related to the fairies, be- cause his movements are so light and airy and his beauty so delicate.” 23 2 Just then Flora gave a terrific shriek and nearly jumped over Carlo. rapturous admiration of the butterfly she bad not looked before her, and had nearly [ ) In her| | until her mamma came out and promised “Stop, Carlo,” said Flora; “you are walking right into that spider’s web.” 11 come to the conclusion that if fairies ever did exist they have now become ex- morning I intend to question the various insects and apimals that I may chance to meet, and when I return I shall tell you with what success. Carlo was frisking around showing his impatience to be off for the usual morning ramble, and Flora’s low whistle sent him bounding down the road. ‘‘Not quite so fast, old doggie, or we shall lose all our opportunities. “Why, even now I see a trusty subject, but alas it would take an Australian bee- | hunter to gather any information from that littie fellow! How busy he was! And what a load of pollen he had, carrying it home, from which to make his honey. “‘Surely he knows nothing of fairies, he is far too busy with his own affairs. *‘Never mind, we don’t expect much to- day, so our hearts will be light in spite of repeated failures, “‘But stop, Carl 0, you are walking right walked into the friendly gopher snake. ‘When she had regained her composure she laughingly said to her dog, who was vet barking at this formidsgle enemy, “Well, Carlo, this is the first time you have been willing to interview anything, and I assure you you are most welcome to any information you may glean from his snakeship.” They strolled along for some time, en- joying the beautiful flowers and the sing- ing birds, and the little girl became almost forgetful of her mission when whiz, bip, and her right eye was closed in an instant, the ‘uhock being followed by a terrible pain After a few moments of agony Flora succeeded in wiping from her eye a gnat. “Oh, you mischief-maker! You were very tiny, but you made yourself feel like a mountain. From your swift flight I really believe you were the winged steed from fairyland, and I am truly sorry that you came to 0 untimely an end, for 1 should dearly have loved to question you.” Flora began to think that the third day of her quest was to bring nothing but mis- fortune, 8o she called her dog and started for home. When she arrived there she threw her- self on the cool shady porch at her mother’s feet saying, “Mother, dear, Carlo and I have enjoyed ourselves thoroughl the last few days, for we bave seen mucl that T shall remember for a long time, and while I am convinced that there are no fairy folk nowadays, stitl I do not advise any little girl to take my word alone for wace of a large it, but hope they will a!l search for fairy- land as I have, and I trust with as much enjoyment.” ALICE BILL. [THE EXD.] The Little Gossips. ““Have you heard what that sly hypocrite “It's Only Pussy.” into that spider’s web! There now, keep stiil, and we shail see whether or not we can find the owner of this mansion.” Flora peeped cautiously around, but the spider was not visible. “We shall leave bim a note asking for an interview on our return,”’ said she, as she threw a tiny bit of paper into hisweb, Immediately out ran *Lord Spider” and pounced upon his supposed prey. Great was his indignation when ke discovered that he bad been tricked! Buu he care- fully disentangled the paper, threw it out and returnea to his hiding-place. “No chance here,"” said Flora. *“Unfor- tunately I have provoked the little fellow, so we had better Jeave him now end re- turn when he has recovered his good hu- mor."” “Such a lovely morning thisis! All the world seems to be singing. It matters little to me whether fairies exist or not; surely my life is a very happy one, an: there is really no wish I need ask of the fairies!” thought thelittlegirl. Butall the same just then she cried to Carlo: “Well, vou naughty dog, how dare you do so? he aez of chasing that squirrel! Do | Rosella Hayes has done?” said Celeste to her three little playmates, Daisy, Fiorence and Christabella. *I could bardly believe it, and I fee! so angry I shall never play with her again.” “‘What has ehe done, Celesta?” cried the three little friends with the utmost curi- osity. “Why, we always thought Rosella such an honorable girl ' “‘Honorable!” cried Celeste, with a dis- dainful shrug of her shoulders. “Well, what you think of this? Imade a heart- sbaped pincushion as & Christmas gift to our schoolteacher (all the girls are to give her a present), and it looked =o pretty, made of white muslin and lace; I know that old hypocrite has gone to work and made one "exactly like mine, only tiers is blue satin, and, of course, much “prettier; so I suppose I may as well throw mine away, after all my trouble. Is it not shameful ?”’ = “Disgraceful]” cried Daisy. “I hate a sly girl,” saia Florence. “I have always suspected her of beirig a hypocerite,” added Chnistabel; “but really this i3 too bad!” cried the four little gossips, all at once. How little they knew of the surprise’in store for them! That same evening a parcel and note from Rosella Hayes were handed in 1o Celeste, The note ran as follows; Dear Celeste: 1hope you will like this little blue satin pincushion. I have finished my iit for our te cher. Itisa little work-basket ined with pink satin. Mother wishes you to come *“to tea” to-morrow evening, so please come. Your friend, ROSELLA. Celestine’'s face flushed with shame. Rosella had been making the blue satin Eincushion for her all the time she had een talking so unkindly of her little friend! In her distress she ran and told | her mother all about it. “Well, my dear,” said her mother kind- ly, *“let this be a lesson to you in | the future. Never be hasty in form- ing an opinion upon the conduct | 1 of others; think as kindly as you can of | all your playmates, and never say anything mean about any one, which isa sad fault | in a woman.” | Celeste thonght over her mother’s words, and since that day she has been a gentler | and more amiable girl, while she and | Rosella are fast friends. | IsABELLA GRASS, Naughty Max. The little giri’s name in the picture is Helen and the doggie’s name is Max. Helen lives out in the country and has a | kind papa and mamma and is very much | petted by them as she is the only child. | Helen is just 5 years old, but her| mamma is never afraid when Max, her little pet, is with her. On her fifth birthday her aunty in New York sent her a lovely doll with a pretty red dress and hat of the latest style, and a trunk full of a whole wardrobe for Miss | dollie. She was delighted h it and called the doll “Violet,” her favorite hame for anything she loves., She played with | it all the next day, and when her mamma | catled her and told her that Lucy, a friend | of hers, was there, she left Violet lying on the bench near Max and ran to meet her little friend. Now, Max was jealous of Violet, and he thought to himself: “This is a good chance for me to put her out of the way.” So ne picked her up by the pretty red dress and shook her as hard as he couid. He tore her dress all to pieces and lost her pretty white slippers, then left her lying on the ground with her nose broken. | In about twenty minutes Helen and Lucy came out to see the doll and you may imagine the poor little mamma’s distress at seeing that Violet had been used so badiy. At first she could do nothingbut cry, her another dollie, and that comforted her. Max was lying down a little way off in the grass, but his young mistress picked up poor Violet and went over to him and | gave him a lecture, which I am sure he | understood, for he dropped his ears and | looked asif he felt very sorry. You see | Helen in the picture just scolding Max. She now has another doll and is very | careful not to_ leave it alone with Ma and 1 do not think he feels so jealousas | hedid. At least he dces not seem to. Acge, 13 years. JENNIE MARCHAND,, Maytield, Santa Clara County, Cal. | X, | Naughty Max. In the big city of New York there lived a little girl, whose name was Dorothy Arnold. she had sunny brown curls and a pretty aimpled face. She lived with her papa and mamma and her papa’s oldest sister, Aunt Alice. One day when she was playing with her doll, Geraldine, she saw naughty Max, her pet dog, frisking around and stopping to look at her, as if to say, “Come, little mistress, Jeave that stupid doil and have a frolic with me.” *No, no, naughty Maxy, I wili not go out to piay with you, for you have been a naughty dog and fore my poor little dolly so that Aunt Alice had to glue herarm and sew her up so the sawdust would not come out. And I must make ner a night cap and gown and put her to bed so the glue will dry. I will never let you play withmy dolly again, you are too rough. But I guess I will play with you {u%l a little while so dolly can go to sleep and et the glue get dry. MAUDE DINsMORE, 11 years old. Oat Hill, Napa County, Cal. A Naughty Max. “Now, Max, you stop your whining,” said | Susie Grey to her pup. *I'll soon have you all | dressed and then Il put you and Amelia Jane | in the doll-carriage and then we'll go to visit Aunt Mary.” | Amelia Jane was her doll. Susie had al- ready dressed her in ner red dress and put on her green silk bonnet, and now she was trying to dress Max in an old white dress of Amelia Jane’s, but Max did not like to be dressed, s it wasnew tobim. | “Now you are all dressed,” said Suste, as sh buttoned the last button; “now lie still 1ike & good doggie while I get the carriage.’” 1t was 100 tight a fit for Amelia Jane and T she puts her things away. I hope my first let- ter will escape lhz wuteybuklt.pe San Jose, May 5. ApA INGELS. first and then put Amelia Jane in his paws, wWith one paw around her nbck. “Doesn’t Max hold Amelia Jane lovely? I dian’t think he'd ve 5o good,” said Susie to her mother as she was tyiog on her hat. “Good-by, mamma,” sald_Susie, as she went out of the door, ‘“we won’t be gone long.” Susie had not gone far when she heard a thump in the carrisge and there was Max with Amelin Jane’s arm in his_mouth, her dress all torn and his own dress split down the back. «Oh, dear, 1's all that pup's fault,” wailed Susie; “you bad dog,” she said, as she took him by the back of hi¢ neck and put him on the sidewalk, “vou deserve a good scolding.” Now that Max was out of the carringe he started What Max Did. This is a picture of a little girl, her dog and her doll. The little girl had a nice doll given to her on her birthday, which was in the month of June. One day she was playing with her doll in the parlor and having a good time. FPretty soon her mamma called her to go on an errand. She laid her doll, which she cailed Alice, on a chair and ran to her mother. The day was hot so Max, the dog, saw ail the doors open and walked into the parlor where his home as fast as he could and Susie | pPCE ARd WAIke D e after him, but Max ran _faster even | Misiress had been playing. He thougl after DI eves were | tight and Chis | ¥ould have a good time (00, so he seized the : doll . His mis- dress was long. Finally he ran toward a group une-s::odnce::?figfifg :xoxd“::nntgl;etgérdou of newsboys, who began laughing then ‘they | Jig® So0P fRACaome, ROQ Fan 1o Bt UEE GO saw bim. One of the boyscaught Max, and | room™ there was her doll all toru to pieces. Wwhen Susie came ruring U, yery red In the | Ater all the fun Mex got the worst of it. He face, for it wasa ¥, he gave Max 1o | \as shut up and not allowed to play with his mistress again for & week. Yours trul Sweetland, Cal. er. When Susie got home about ten minutes later she told her mother all about it. “Never mind,” seid her mother, “I'll fix Amelia Jane all right, and_yow'll know from experience that dogs and dolls don’t make gooa compen- ions.” Susie went to see Aunt Mary next day, but Max did not go along. CLARA KENNEDY. Goodyeers Bar, Sierra County, Cal. The Little Girl and Her Dog. 1 am Max, Maggie’s dog, or rather I was her doggie before that hateful doll came into the house. I lived in “Frisco” with some other doggies.- One day 2 lady came to our house and seid I was a nice doggie and she would like to take me to a littie girl named Maggie, in the country. e put me in a basket and took me to Maggie. No doggie wes as happy as I was. ButIpulled the dollie’s curls and seratched her face. Now Iam alostdog and have no home. To think I should be scolded Millie and Max. | Millie was playing with her doll in the din- ing-room. Max, her little dog, waslying on the large fur rug in front of the fire. Max had a very bad habit of tearing up ' - 0. | Uk 17(y da high Lea qrand they AKGUAHT Ene proudest in the Jan Initedatty o} Dleem, ) Knew! € e‘ywtouldm\‘k have slighted her. | smoethed her fur tillil shone like silk. was Pretly and soft’, as while as milk. he dellies“saved anice seat Jor her, (tty sare.” Thanks with & little puer Now yr‘m‘l Mtty did [ hate to tell. e rory geod béhavier how soon She Tell, Jhe put her head downinte that tea, Looked up with one eye and winked at me. / G 1 / ) =~ The dollies looked on with glesgy stare, But kitty - she didnt even care! She drénkthet tea end drank it @ poor little dollies cup ! vp. everything he could find. Pretty soon Millie’s little friend, Mabel, came for her to go straw- berrying with her. Millie atonce threw Susan, the doll, on the floor, and was off with Mabel. “Good-by, mamma,’ she sang, asshe went down the walk. “I witl bring lots of straw- berries home for you.” At half-past 4 the two little girls came back. + They were very happy with the amount of berries they had, and were laughing and talk- ing gayly; but Millle’s countenance fell when Max came in with her Susan in his mouth. Millie knew at once that if she had put the Goll away, Max would not have torn it up. Millie learned a lesson that she did not for- for that horria doll. Odear! Odear! I'llgo off and drown myself if Maggie keeps that ol1. MAX, RAvYMOND RoBY, Hawarden, Iowa, April 20, 1896. Naughty Max. One day it was raining so that Carrie could not go to school. She played all the forenoon with her dog and doll. The dog’s name was Max; the doll's name was Clara, Every morning Carrie used to wash Max with Pear’s soap and hot water. Max did not like his treatment very well. But Carrie did it so_much that it made him mad, so one morning Max said to himself, “I Max tolie side by side; so Sasie put Max in | FRIENDS, will pay Ler; I will tear her doll into rags.” While Carrie was sleeping that morning, Max went to the doll’s cradle and grabbed it and began to tear it when Carrie woke up and heard her doll erying for her. She ran and got the doll from the dog, and then gave the dog a good scolding. Max never touched a doll after that great scolding. JayEs L. HARRIS, get very soon. Whenever she goes out now Goodyears, Sierra County, Cal. SAN FRANCISCO, April 30, 1896. Dear Editor: I like THE CALL very much. think it is better than the Chronicie. My papa hss been taking the Chronicle for twelve years. He stopped tiking it because ;hn paper refused to print Father Yorke's ters, ctM!k&, boss of the fakirs, is no good. ‘This is the first leiter I have ever written. cl hope you will printitin next Sunday’s ALL. I My Tather is dead four years and my mother is dead six years. Iam living with two friends 1 call Mamma Keely and Papa Keeley. I will be 10 vears old the 16th of May. Your loving: friend, WrLLIAM EMMET O'CONNOR. OAKLAND, Cel, April 26, 1896. Dear Editor: This is my first letter to THE CaLL. I have solved some of the puzzles be- fore this and I think I can solve some of these. I will be 12 years old on the 1stof May, and memma calls me her Maybird. I havea little sister named Helen, and sometimes I take her to school. lfonld be very much pleased to see my letter In next Sunday’'s CALL. JEAN 8. JOHNSIONE. SouTn 8AN FRANCIECO, April 26. Dear Editor: 1am a little boy 11 yearsold. I saw some letters from the children that go to the same school as I do printed in THE CALL, and hope to see mine printed also. My papa takes THE CALL, and as I saw some puzzles I thought I'd try them. ‘WALTER RICHARDS. BaN Fraxcrsco, April 26, 1896. “Dear Editor: My mamma takes THE CALL. 1 like THE CaLL. I am a little boy 9 years of ’ “CATCH IT!’’—A MAY SCENE, [Reproduced from Babyland.] age. 1 go to school every day and learn my ! lessons, too. Sometimes I am good in school. T %0 tothe Peabody 8chool on West Mission street. | I have alitile dog. I think so much of her. | Sheis & pet dog. 1 trip the trolley. I think is fun to trip the trolley. I hope my name w be in THE CALL next Sunday morning. ARTHUR CARLSON. 23 St. HELENA, Cal,, Avril Dear Editor: My papa takes THE CALL and T | like our page. I have & pigeon that I call Grandpa. He has blue, green and gold aronnd his neck and he makes a bow when I tell him. My cat’s name is Smut. My dog is part St. Bernard. His name is Major. When I go for wild flowers he goes with me. I wish every little girl had as nice a place es | I have toplay. Only IwishI had s sister. I | walk a mile to school. I have been absent | sometimes for_good ressons, but I have never been tard; 1 am_glad the rain i I came the day after Valentine's d y ago. Your friend, ADDIE WILLIANS, 1896. Dear Editor: This 1} my first letter to you. We live on & ranch near Santa Rosa, Sonoma County. We expect to have & nice time at the Rose Carnival there next week, and hop will be there. I enjoy reading the chil page in THE CALL my father ta am 11 years old. I. When the right word is set in one of SaN FraNcisco. April 23, 1896. 333 California. Dear Editor: My mother has been taking Tu CALL for & long time. and I read the children’s page every Sunday. I am very interested in | the stories, so I thought I would write a short little piece about springtime. It is my first the blanks the letters of that word may be transposed to fill each of the remajring blanks and make a perrect sentence. —— caught a — snake, which he put in an empty box, over which he tied a —— of his mother’s, with the hope that | the — creature wou'd not survive to do attempt to _try to compose a piece. Iam 11 years old. My letter is getting long, so I must close, Your friend, EVELINA BEAUDET. P.8.—Ii my piece is good I would like to see it in print. SPRING TIME. Spring time is here again, With her flowers so fresh and sweet, The meadows are now all green, The poppies will soon wake from sleep, And besuty all around is seen. The violets are now in bloom, the daisies, pink and white, The pansy will wake soon, And the sun shines warm and bright. | —. II. Why is even the youngest dog like a man? III. What is that which was to-morrow and will be yesterday ? IV. Change the head of a word meaning “unbaked paste’’ four times and get words meaning, respectively, “alimb,” “‘coarse,” “a certain effort” and “able to endure hardship.” (a) Transpose the letters of a heav- enly body and you have smail animals. (b) Transpose letters of a ‘‘snare” and you make the snare full of ecstasy. (¢) Make a sin worse by transposing let- 8AN FRANCIsCO, April 26, 1896. | Dear Editor: My papa takes THE CALL. It is | < a very nice paper, because on Sundays it al- | m(’,"l)-rrect answers for May 3: ways has a children’s page. This page inter- | 1. David. ests me very much to look at the letters and | 2. Stare-aster-tares-tears. uzzles. My father hastaken THE CALL twenty- | 3. Truant. four years.” Hoping this very letter will be in | 4. 0ld King Cole next Sunday’s paper, I remain yours truly, KATE BABLATSCHAN. | Was a merry old Lu'mll P. 8.—I am 10 years old. And a merry old soul Was he. He called for his pipe, He called for his bowl, ‘And be called For his fiddlers three. —Mother Goose Melodies, HAYWARDS, Cal., April 27, 1896. Dear Editor: This is my second letter to THE CaLn. The bad weather has damaged the fruit trees, and I think that fruit will be scarce this summer. Haywards 1s a very nice place, and I like it ! The Sword Swallower, Daughter (home from hoarding-school)—[ A FUNNY SPAT. Oh, would it not be funny for to see this sort of spat, And have the rabbit arch his back the same as does the cat! \Reproduced from Harper's Round Table.) very much. Idid notsee any of those storles about “Naughty Msx" in the chilaren’s page. I havea little brother who came to us last summer. Mamma says the doctor brought Say, maw, city folks keep their table knives a heap sharper’n these. Mother—Law sakes! 1 sh’d think they'd htm in a satchel, but I'don’t see how he could ueeze him in a satchel. He is eight months old and can nearly stand up now. My friend and I put our letters together in the same envelopes. Your friend, ALICE JONNSON, 15 years old. BENt1A, Cal., April 26, 1896. Dear Editor: This is my first letter to you. be afeard of cuttin’ their mouths. Boston Baby Talk. Mamma—Don’t you want to go for your walk, baby ? . £ ¥ Baby (abstracted]; Um-m. Mamn(n — Why, y\:’:at does msan, baby ? “Um-m" Ienjoy trying to get the right answers to the puzzles. Following are the answers for April 26: (1) Under the spreading chestnut tree The village smithy stands: The smith a mighty man is he With large and sinewy hands, And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands. Baby (with dignity)—Um-m signifies yes. Fat “cople Can reduce their obesity by taking BROOKS’ PHYTOLACCA. Safe and sure. Pleasant to take. Makes walking easy. Can only be had at 1i9 Powell street. Letters from the country promptly an- swered, Send 50 cents in stamps and a | trial bottle will be sent by mail, — Longfeltow. 2) !\h{. (5) Mlydu’;y and Decoration day. I am a little girl, 13 years old. I have a lovely wheel, & donkei and cart, two dogs and acat. I should think I ought to be happy. Ihope thisletter will be published, endalso that my riddles are right. Your friend, MABEL CHESTNUT. ANGELS CAMP, April 28, 1896. Dear Editor: We do like THE CALL very much. ‘We take THE SUNDAY CALL. Ialwaysread the children’s page, and as I have never seen any letters from our town I thought I would write this evenin% My age is 10 vears. I go to school. My brother delivers THE CALL every night. Ihavea little kitty and sne has four little kittens. They are just gotting their eyes open. Hoping to see this in THE SUNDAY CALL, your {riend, Lorrie Coxpo. The Horrors of War. Little Mary—Oh, I do hope tbey won't have war in Venezuela! Mamma—Why, my dear? Little Mary—Because it will make so much more history for us to learn.

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