The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, May 24, 1896, Page 25

SAN FRANCISCO CALL, NDAY, MAY 24, 1896. Yooino0? OU have all shown so much inter- estin and love for the California | poppy that I know you will enjoy | hearing that in a recent floral dis- | play there were some beautiful | pure white specimens on exhibition. These particular ones had been cultivated for two years, but the uriginal plants were found growing wild on the Monterey road, in Santa Clara County. . And'now a word or two, my little corre- | spondents. Be more careful about your | writing and your spelling and try to tell | only what.is interesting to others in your | letters. | The word hunt was fine, wasn’t it? Up-to-date Joe Butler found 112 words in the simple name Gladstone. | Some one wishes to know if any kind of | a story may ve written for ““In Cnildhood’s | Realm.” Only stories interesting to children and | writien in pure, simple English are ac- | ceptable. | A Coming lice is “advan ig brothers do, elong day. L heir great broughout the I I know Aunt Susan wouldn't care | | | | | | ! 17 1 should climb a fence, But 1 know that she would call me A little girl of sense. I've never seen her ood and smart, ¥ in years | 1E L. BARTLETT. THE SLE BEAUTY. { The Persian Version of the Old Fairy | Tale. A Persian woman of culture thus related | the old legend of the “Sleeping Beauty,” as an old household servant was wont to tell it to the children: Once upon a time there was a king who wished to appoint | one of bis three sons as his heir. He sum- moned his grand vizier into bhis presence soas to consult him on this important question. They decided to watch the princes for a year and judge them accord- ing to each one’s conduct. One day at the beginning of the year the three proposed 1o go out hunting. A fter some time the eldest, Prince Abdullah, shot & lion, and, feeling tired, returned home. Prince Housen, the second, shot a bear, and, as he was satisfied with his day's hunting, returned to the palace. The youngest. Prince Akbar, spied a gazelle, and pur- sued it. He was soon lost sight of. His followers, who, after waiting a long time for théir master, and having looked every- where for him, decided to return and tell his father the sad news. The king was very much grieved at los- ing his youngest and dearest son. He sent many soldiers and men to search the grounds where the prince had been sgen | last, but without success, for nobedy could find any trace of bim, and at last the king | gave up the idea in despair, feeling sure that he would never see his favorite child alive again, The prince, meanwhile, was running as fast as he could after the gazelle, till at last he arrived in front of a | palace with an iron gate, over which the | gazelle leaped and disappeared. He could not follow it there, so, being hot, tired and thirsty, he threw himself on the grass to rest a little. He noticed three doves on the gate (they were really fairies who had assumed that shape). “Well,” said one, “that prince is doing a very foolish thing, lying down there; perhaps he does not know this is the gob- lin’s residence and that every Sunday | morning the goblin takes a walk round | his property and devours anybody he finds on it. He is certain to find that prince | just near the gate.” “Well,” said the second dove, ‘““he can save his life very easily; he only has to go down that deep well and when he gets to the bottom of it he will find himself ina dark room where he wiil see an ugly old witch leaning over a kettle and half sit- ting on a chair. Without waking her he ‘ ‘‘Come, come, we must hurry!” Dame Nature cries When the days grow long and the last snow flies. ‘“The house is really in such a state, The maids must work both early and late. There’s company coming ; for summer—the dear ! — Her usual visit will make this year, And fit for her bonny bright eyes to see, In apple-pie order the house must be.” Then first comes March, with a brisk, new broom And a smart rattan for Her whistle’s as clear as whipping. i a blackbird’s trill; She beats and shakes with a right good will; She brushes the webs from the ceiling high; She sweeps the ncoks and the corners dry Till the dustclouds whirl and the dead leaves fly; And she answers the querulous passer-by With a tongue both pert and nipping. April next to the clean-swept room With mop and pail comes skipping. Her skirts tucked up from her ankles neat, A rainbow smile in her dimples sweet, She follows her sister—spatter and splash! Wherever she pauses the big drops dash Till the house is shining from sill to sash, And the windows bright in the sunshine flash, And the very walls are dripping! Last of all, with her cheeks a-bloom, Sweet May comes daintily tripping. She spreads the carpets of dazzling sheen, She hangs the curtains of leafy green. A touch of her fingers, deft and fair, And' never a nook or a niche is bare. She sprinkles with perfume all the air And sets her flower-bowls everywhere With buds of the freshest clipping. [ Y Now we are ready!” the housewife cries, The maids may rest till the next snow flies!” And fresher and fairer than ever before The house will sparkle from ceiling to floor, When summer knocks at the good dame’s door. MarcARET Jomnsox in St. Nicholas. -l n)"_yaf Peavan e Youth's Companion. “IPUT MY PA’S SOU'WESTER ON. ITOOK MY PAIL AND HOE TO GET SOME CLAMS,—NOW I AM SURE I TOOK THAT PAIL,—BUT NO. IT’s NOT IN SIGHT! IT'S DISAPPEARED! "T1S LIKE A FAIRY TALE. I'LL SHUT MY EYES, THEN LOOK AGAIN— STILL I DON’T SEE MY PAIL 1" must take the piece of glass which is under her left foot and break it, for it1is the goblin’s life; as soon as it is in pieces | the goblin will expire. He must then | throw himself on the witch and kill her with his sword.”” The prince rose from the grass, and, act- ing on the advice he had just heard, he very soon found the well, and went down it by a circular path, but the lower he got | the hotter it grew, till the poor prince be- gan to feel giddy, sick and faint, though | be kept up bravely and never thought of | turning back. At last he found himselfin | the room, took the piece of glass without | waking the horrible old witch, broke it in- | to a hundred pieces, killed the witch and | climbed out of the weil, and was surprised | to find himself in a lovely garden, near another iron gate much bigger than the first, which he tried to open. As he could | not do so he walked about the garden, in | which was a large tank of running water, | quenched his thirst at it, and stretched himself under a tree, where he soon fell | asleep. He awoke hearing the same doves speaking in the tree on a branch just over his head; the third one was speaking: “If he wants to open this iron gate he must try and do it with the point of his sword and as soon as its doors fly open put his hand in his pocket and take out three gold coins, which he must throw into the mouth of the black serpent which will come out of the gate with its mouth opened ready to eat the prince. If he can do this quickly the serpent will die as soon as the money 1s in its mouth, and the | prince will set free a lovely princess, but he will have to look for her.” Rising, the prince once more did as the doves had said; when his sword touched the gate the doors flew open and the hor- rible black head of an enormous serpent came out, showing its fangs. The prince threw the money and the ugly rep- tile died. The prince soon found { himself in another and much prettier | garden, and, feeling hungry, looked about to see if he could find some- thing to eat. Fruit there was in abundance, so, gathering up six splendid apples, he ate them, and then walked up to the beau- | tiful palace he saw in front of him. He went through many lovely rooms, full of rare and costly things, each one more splendid than the last, but the prince began to feel depressed at the great silence, for not a living thing was to be heard. At last he reached the second story, and going into tne last and handsomest room he shortly became aware tbat a beautiful young lady was asleep on a low couch not far from where he was standing. He hesi- tatingly approached her to have a better view of her face, and thought her so lovely that he stooped over her and kissed her. She opened her eyes and was surprised to find a young man near her, and told him to go away as fast as he could, for this was the goblin’s castle, and that either the gob- lin, the witch (his mother) or the black serpent would eat him. Then he told her his adventures and she told him hers, When she was a child she had been stolen from her father’s kingdom, and many princes and young men had lost their lives in trying to save herand take her away from the goblin’s castle. She thanked Prince Akbar courteously for having freed her. Afterliving a few days with that lovely princess, the prince, find- ing he loved her very much indeed, asked her to become his wife. She consented. They then mounted on horseback to go back to the prince’s father’s kingdom, but as the princess was afraid of their not being able to find their way back to the goblin’s castle, which was theirs now, she loaded a horse with two bags of lime and cut a hole in each bag s0 that a trail of lime lay all along the way. They soon arrived at the kingaom of the prince’s father. The king was very happy to see his son again and also to see what a beautiful bride he had chosen. The prince told his father about all the adven- tures he had had. The year was row over, and after this happy wedding had been celebrated the king chose Prince Akbar as his heir. The prince now inhabits the goblin’s castle, where his father occasion- ailly visits him. And if any of you little sahibs and khanoums (gentlemen and la- dies) wish to go and see him you have oniy to find the goblin's castle, for the princeis very hospitable and will make you wel- come.—Westminster Budget. ‘Where Is Fairy Land ? Sages have never seen its summits gleaming, "§or heard its Fiver flow: s g Lovers and poels and young ‘These are the ones that kno: Selected. A. S BLACKWELL How the Little Japs Dress. The dresses worn by Japanese children are very different from those which small American boys and girls wear. They are children dreaming— w. so that as the child frows.its dress is easily made to fit by simply letting out the tucks. By this process they wear their clothes a long time. When the Little Boy Ran Away. When the little boy ran away from home The birds in the treetops Knew, And they all sang “Stay!” But he wandered away Under the skies of blue. And the wind came whispering from the tree: “Folilow me—follow me!” And it sang bim a song that Was soft and sweet, And scattered the roses before his feet When the little boy ran away. The Violets whispered: ves are blue And lovely and bright to And 50 are mine, and I'm kin So dwell in the light with me But the little boy langhed. whil Said: “Follow me—follow me!” And the Wind called the clouds from their home in the skies And sald to the Violet: “Shat your eyes!” That day—that day When the little boy ran away. you, the Wind in glee Then the Wind played leap-frog over the hills And twisted each leaf and limb : And all the rivers and all the rills ‘Were foaming mad with him! An1 ’twas dark as the darkest night could be, But atill came the Wind’s voice: *Follow me i And over the mountain and up from the hollow Came echoing voices, with : “Foliow him—follow " ‘That awful day “When the little boy ran away ! Then the litile boy cried: ““Let me go—let me go!" For a scared, scared boy was he; But the thunder growled from’ a black cloud: “No And the Wind roared; “Follow me " And an old gray owl from atree top flew, Raving: “Wh rou-00? WHho are you-00' And the lttle boy sobbed: “T'm lost sway ‘And T want to go home where my parents st Oh, the awful day When the lit:le boy ran away ! Then the Moon looked out from & cloud and safd: ‘:Are you sorry you ran away? T 1 light you home to your trundle bed, Will you stay, little boy, will you stay 2" And the little boy promised, and cried and cried, He would never leave bis niother's side: And the Moonli; led him over the plain And his mother welcomed him home again, But oh! what & day When the little boy ran sway ! FRANK L. STANTON, b ou have, My third I know you are: WILLIE HIGGINS, II. Arrange the letters of the following words | umn. My sister anc I have a fight every Sun- | for & good many years and I enjoy reading | and wish that there was more ti search of the Fairies” was very, nice, too. At first I did not read “In Childhood’s Realm,” but after a while I thought I would, and now I wish it were published every dsy. Good-by. Your little friend, NETTE CRAWFORD. SaN FEANCISCO, May 17, 1896. Dear Editor: My landlady takes THE CALL, and I read the children’s page. Ilike it very much. _This is the first letter I have ever writ- ten to THE CALL, 1 am 12 vears old. Ihope to see my letter in next Sunday's CALL. Your friend, WILLTE COLLINS. SaN FRANCISCO, May, 1896. Dear Editor: The very first thing I look for is the ‘Children’s Realm,” which I enjoy very much. Two boys that I know sent letters to THE CALL, and I tnought I would write. And hopine it will be in next Sunday’s paper I will also send two puzzles. I still remain your friend, WiLLiE HIGGINS, age 11. SaN FraNcisco, May 19, 1896. DearEditor: This is my first letter to THE CaLL. I attend the Redding Primary School. Iam in the third grade, but expect to bs pro- moted next term. My papa takes THE CALL. The picture in last Sunday’s CALL of pussy in the hat looks just like my cat. I call him Topsy, and when 1go to play ball or marbles heis always on hand to play, and if I slap him 1 make him stop he will Slap me back. Ho does all kinds of tricks, just like a dog. He wants to help me with tais letter. Ihope you will find room for my letter on your page this week. Your little friend, CHARLES F. BROWN, age 9 years. SAN FraNCIsco, May 16, 1896. DearEditor: 1 like to read the children’s col- day 10 see who gets the paper first. My parents have been taking THE CALL &S long as they can remember, and they have been reading it since they were as litide as I Grandpa has one of the'old CALLS, and it was a very small paper then. How ithas grown! If you publish my letter ] am going to save the pluer. CLAREN AN, 734 years old. OLN, May 16, 1896. Dear Editor: This is my first letter to THE CaLL. My uncle takes it and I like the chil- dren’s page very much. Am a little girl 10 years old. Ilivein the country fourteen miles irom town. Hoping to see my letter in the next CArrL, 1 remain yours respectfully, EDNA GLISE. 8AN FRANcCISCO, May 3, 1896, Dear Editor: My paps has taken THE CALL “Childhood’s Realm” very much. - Tam seven years old and go to the Peabody School. I was No. 3 this month. Hoping my letter will be published in next Sunday’s Cari, I remain your I i ELST 0, Cal., May 3, Dear Editor: We take THE CALL, and I am very much pleased with it. When Sunday morning comes I can hardly wait till Iget dressed to get the paper to read children’s page. I am 94 years old and am anative | danghter, I ve traveled a great deal fore little girl. 1 have been in tne East and in Port- land, but I must say I like my native State the best of ull. I go to the Franklin Grammar ol. 1am in the third grade. 1 have neen studying hard to get promoted this term. I have two sisters—Frances and Ethel. As this 1s my first letter to THE CALL, I will close hop- ing to see it published in next Sunday’s paper. Yours truly, LOTTIE CROSSLEYS. 1896. SAN FRAN SaN FRANCISCO, May 14,1896, Dear Editor: My mamma has been taking THE DAILY long before I was In exist- ence, but it is only of late that I have taken any interest in that page which you have been so kind to print to give joy to all children, en- titled Childhood’s Realin. 1 anxiously look forward through the week 20 one page with that title. Dear sir, this story is true and it happened to me on Saturday, May 2. I am obliged to be N4 N 1y s S l:} ‘.H, [ | | COLIN AND LUCY. Colin—"T hear & voice you canno: hear, Which says I must not stay; I feel a hand you cannot see, Which beckons me away "—Golden Days. in such & way so as to give you the name of a day in May. III. Pi. : anscrifoilanscrfoiencia The name of a State and its largest city. 1V. Transpose the letters of a flower three times and haye in suceession a wound, miner- To year add coin, als and eggs of a flsh. V. Take a word meaning a look olgfleuure; change position of one letter and have & measure; again and have a fruit. Answers to Puzzles of May 17. . Twonty-eight and one-sixth eggs. . Because all the rest are week (weak) days. . She had 7 eges. (14 of 7=314 ;—4 sold to first. 14 301 to second. of 4141 so0ld third. na. 3 —torie—note. Correct answers to all or a majority of puz- zles received for May 10 from: Harry John- ston and Alice Bell. May 17 from: Joe Butler, Minner Culver, L. E. Kiel and Charles W. Crilley. ANGELS CAMP, May 16, 1896. Dear Editor: This is my first letter to THE CaLL. My sister wrote the other time, so I thought 1 would write this time. I'go {o the Altaville School. Our school will be out next Friday and we are going to have a picnic. I am going up in the mountains with a laay friend of mine, to_stop for the summer. My brotlfer delivers THE CALL every night. My age is 12 years. We have a housekeeper, but she is talking of going to Marysville, and then my sister will have to keep house alone till I return. We live in a little mountain town. My father works in the foundry. Your friend, MAGGIE CONDO. SAN FRANCISCO, May 18, 1896, Dear Editor ; ‘This is my first letter to Tug CaLL, although my papa has taken it for a long time. Iam a little girl, 924 years old. Igoto t. Peter’s Convent School, and am in the fourth grade. Ishall be 10 years old the 17th day of August. I may send you a story the latter part of this week. T hope you will pubiish my story and also made with a succession of large tucks around the waists and ovey the shoulders. u this Totter, T liked the Donald series very much., “What Flora saw when she went in yery cautious with these pussies, for they like to jump 1nto the next yard. 1 will now bring my letter to a close, hoping that you willenjoy my story, and I hoKe that it will escape your waste-basket, for if that should happen I could never pick up enough courage to write another story. Icompose the story myself without the help of anybody. Your fond reader, ALICE CLAIRE MCDEVITT, 13 years old. SAN Fraxcisco, May 17, 1896. Dear Editor: 1 have a large black dog and his name is Rover. He is 6 years old. I havea cat also, named Topsy. Wherever the dog goes the cat goes too. In the morning Rover gets the paper and can jump over sticks. When he wants & drink he barks and jumps upto the faucet. At night when my brothers come home he runs to wel- come them. My uncle takes THE MORNING CALL. I hope Ishall see my letter published in your next Sunday’s CALL., This is my first letier. Yours truly. MAY C. MULVEY. FRANKTOWN, Nav., May 17, 1896. Dear Editor: My papa has taken THE CALL about one month and we all like it so much. Papa says some papers are too much McKinley., I thought I would write and ask you if you would like to print my letters. Ilive near Franktown, Nev., on a ranch. Iam nearly 9 yearsold. We have Indians, wild geese and dogs up here. One of my dogs is white with black and gray spots, and has blue eyes, and his name is Billy. If you wish me to write again I will tell'you all about Billy’s tricks. Respectfully, HENRY BAGEBRUSH. PETALUMA, Cal., May 9, 1896. Dear Editor: This is my first letter to THE CaLL. Iamalittle girl 11 years old. I have three sisters and one brother. I liked the boys’ and girls’ letters so much I thought I would write and see if you liked my letter. We were alldisappointed because we could not go to the Healdsburg carnival, s> we had a carnival of our own. We had three floats and two carriages in the procession. My doll Marion was queen. She rode in the first float with her two maids of honor. On the last float was a slea with an apple. box on it. . It was decorated with wild iris. On the box were five little live kittens. Then when it was all over we had a tea party, which was fine. 1 will close my long letter hoping to see it printed in THE CALL. Your littie reader, MAE PURVINE. «Naughty Max.’ One morning Nora had been playing in the sitting-room with her best doll. It was the one who was dressed in silk and named Victoria. Max, the white and black doggie, had been playing there too with a ball which he had rolled all over the floor. Nora suddenly thought of something she wanted to tell to grandma. She laid Victoria very carefully on the sofa and went upstairs. Max felt lonely as soon as she was gone. He left his ball aund jumped upon the sofa to take a nap. When he saw the doll he t! p. nought he i San & ) N 0 would have a little frolic with her. He | tossed her about till he haa torn all the bottom part of her dress and tore out her beautiful curls. | Just then Nora came into the room again, and when she saw how cruelly Victoria was treated she snatched her up and commenced scolding Max, as you see in the picture. If he had not run away I | think that Nora would have whipped him, don’t yon? Then she took Victoria up to grandma and told her the sad story, | and grandma mended the doll's dress and | fixed the curls in their places again, and Victoria looked as good as new. Victoria EGGERs. South San Francisco. A small boy had taxen the prize for an | exceptionally well-drawn map. After the examination the teacher, a little aoubtful. asked the lad: ““Who helped you with this James? obody, sir. “‘Come, now, tell me the truth. Didn’t your brother help you?" ‘‘No, sir; he did it all.”—Household Words, “Don’t let the grass grow under your feet, my boy,” said the man of business, handing him an important message. The messenger-boy thought he under- | stood. He lingered so long on the way that he killed (fie grass | | | | The difference between a dog and a boy consists in the fact that when the dog finds a scent he doesn’t spend it for candy. Bess Dip NoT PrLay FaIR. | | | once remarked DEear Eaas. The schoolmaster of a country school had commenced geography as the first class of the day. One boy, while writing the names of | European capitals, spelt Venice, Vennice. “What,” cried the teacher, on his round, “‘his that the way you spell Venice?"” ““Yes, sir,” sald the lad. ‘‘Suppose Hi was to tell you that there was only one hen in Venice, what would you say ?”’ “I would say,” said the lad, “‘that eges | would be mighty dear, sir.”'~Spare Mo- | ments. A GOOD EXAMPLE, Mr. Cbam berlain, the British statesman, to a member of the House of Commons, notori- ously lazy and vacil- lating: *‘My dear boy, observe the postage- stamp; its usefulness and value depend upon its ability to stick to one thing till it gets there.” —————— A DRURY LANE BANQUET. A street arab about 10 years old was heard calling loudly the other day in Drury Lane: 3 “Jimmy! Jimmy!” “What's the matter? queried Jimmy from a third-story window. ‘‘Get Sam and Bill, and yer sister Mary, and all the Kids you can, and hurry up.” “What fur?” ‘’Cause the baked ’tater man out there has got tight and fell down, and there's the best chance to get a good feed we'll ever have in the world I”"—Spare Moments. HOW TOrry CEN2E2 CHE BABY. Tommy Teale was just 6 years old. To. -day was his birthday, but instead of hay- ing a good time to celebrate such a grand event, he had to take care of the baby. His mother had gone out on some errands and left him all alone with his little sister, Tommy felt very, very badly to think such and besides little Nellie cried a great deal. He did not know what to do with her; enjoy taking care of her when she was fretfu h a thing had to happen on his birthday, of course he loved ber dearly, but did not nl. As he stood at the window Ned Brown came out to play on the sidewalk. “Come out, Tommy!” he shouted. “I've got to 'tend the baby.’" *‘Shut the door tight, then she can’t get Tommy thought it over. He knew m thought Neliie might burn herself on the s ‘I can’t!” shouted back the little prisoner. out!’" screamed Ned. ore 'bout babies than Ned Brown did. He tove, or pull the cover off the table and break the lamp or some other thing that babies seem to love to do. Ah, a bright idea came into Tommy’s head. He ran quickly to the closet, got the iammer and tacks and then went over to his baby sister and drove three tacks right through her pretty little dress, fastening fer down tight to the floor! When this was done he ran out of doo! him in such a hurry to get to play that he ni rs as fast as his little fat legs could carry eglected to shut the door tightly. In abour an hour Tommy’s mother returned and much to her surprise she found her baby daughter out on the top step! Both her chubby arms and dimpled neck were bare, for she had no dress on. Her mother picked her up and carried her into the sitting room. There was the little frock, nailed to the floor, in torn condition, showing how very hard baby must have struggled to get away, and of course it had to be put into the ragbag. Tommy came in soon after and was Vi told hi “I never did see such a baby,”” he said. ery much astonished at what his mother “I thought you only wished to keep her out of mischief, and I felt sure the nails would do that!” Tommy’s mother shook her head, as mu Francisco ch as to say, “I never did see such a boy1” ETTA BLACK.