The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, July 26, 1896, Page 27

doy n Ao j't\'alfa. This is the season when ell torrents run Beneath no bright, glad beauty of the sun. Here, where the trace of last years green is lost, Are hearty gales, and lordships of the frost; Fer down, by fields forlorn, and forelands’ blesk, Are wings that fly not, birds that never speak. —Henry Clarence Kendall. Greating! I hope you all agree with me (but how could you help it?) that the stories pub- lished abont the little girl and her duck- lings were fine! Isu’t it strange how differently we look ateverything in life and how much may be written about one thing? Your editor is glad that you've been given this work to do—studying pictures. Keep it up. Never giance at a picture carelessly. Remember always the fair future which lies before California chil- dren. You may have a chance to travel through the lands where lived and worked the greatest artists of the world's history; and perhaps gaze on their marvelous pro- ductions. Your keen enjoyment of these beautiful pictures and statues may in a large meas- ure be due to your study of detail sug- gested by your own ‘‘Childhood’s Reslm.” One word more—a word worth while: To-day following myv greeting to you is a simple little story about one with whom I wish you to be acquainted. In the future I shall question you about him, so read his story carefully. He's worthy of our love; therefore learn of his wonderful career. Real Coortepy. It’s in that bundle on the bed, The new arrival, Downeyhead. To-day at dawn [ stole aloft, And there it lay, so warm, so soft. And I made bold with what I saw To gently touch it with my paw. They sent me off disgraced, forlorn, The saddest pussy ever born. About the dwelling to and fro The busy footsteps come and go. Low voices chatter everywhere, A joy there seems in all the air. Butnq one heeds my sorry lot; 1 am forsaken and forgot. Yes (ah, no wonder that I’m blue), My supper is forgotten; too! AGNES LEE. SLMON BOL1V.AR. A Story of the Washington of South America. Written for Tiny Boys and Girls. Come, children, one and all, and I shall tell tq you the story of a little boy who became the hero and liberator of his country. You all know what “hero” means, I am sure, and, maybe, you all strive to be one, but how many of you know what “liberator” means? Well, ever and ever so many years ago— ves, more than a hundred (that’s long before you and 1 were players and workers on this lovely earth, is it not?)—a nttle baby boy came to gladden the beautiful home of the noble Juan Vicente Bolivary Ponte and his sweet wife. They lived in the picturesque city of Caracas, the capital of Venezuela, in Bouth America. As this tiny baby grew to manhood and became the deliverer and father of his country, his birthday, July 24—the one hundred and thirteen_@: anniversary being last Friday—is cels- brated throughout the Bouth Amer: republic, just as we celebrate Washing- ton’s birthday. Day by day, under the waichful care of his parents, this baby, who had been named Simon, grew into a bright and sturdy lad who liked to read as much as you do, John, or romp and play as you, Tofiier going to school and learning all he could at home, Simon was sent to travel and study in Europe. He attended college in Madrid, the capi- tal of Spain, where he lived for several years. When he had finished his college education he traveled in France, and reached Paris in time to witness the last scenes of the French Revolution. Here he first learned of freedom. Returning to Madrid he married a beau- tiful and noole lady, and with his bride returned to his home in Venezuela, in- tending to pass the rest of his life on his fine estate. But soon after they landed his yvoung and pretty wife died of yellow fever, and Simon sailed again for Europe to try and forget his sorrow in change of scene. Before his return to his own country he visited the United States, which was then but a few years old, being but a short time after the close of our Revolutionary War and our independence of our ‘mother country, England, had beén declared. Simon became very much interested in the United States and in the story of how she became a free and independent Nation. He aiso became interested in George ‘Washington, who had died a few years be- fore, and whose name was upon every one's lips and whose 1mage was engraved in every one’s heart. This young man, having no one to live for, resolved to follow in Washington's footsteps and live for his country, which was then struggling to free itssif from the tyranny of its mother country, Spain. How well he succeeded the story of his life and the way in which his memory is revered tells. Bolivar was given, while in America, a portrait medal of Washington, THE SAN FRANCISCO CALL, SUNDAY, JULY 26, ;18‘96; “Do let the maid go,” said she. “My dear, the maid is also a woman,” ‘was the grave reply. The man was the late George Higin. botham, Chief Justice of Victoria. His courtesy toward women was regardless of rank or personal attractiveness. He would take off his hat to his cook, and bow to her as graciously as though she were a duchess. A man was trying to lead a heavy drafthorse along the street. The ani- mal refused to be led, and the man made several ineffectual attempts to mount the refractory creature. At that moment the Chief Justice came along, and seeing the difficulty extended his hand—as a mount- ing block. The man put his foot in the hand and mounted upon the horse’s back, and the Chief Justice passed on. His courtesy made his manners good, but it did not soften his sense of justice. A lawyer tells this anecdote: “I had once to appear before him in chambers on behalf of a charming client who had some property, but would not pay her debts. The case was heard in his own room and he was courtesy itsell. He stood when she entered. I think she aropped her handkerchief and he left his seat to pick it up. Nothing could be gentler than his manner and I was con- gratulating myself on an easy victory : but when the facts were heard the decision came that my client must pay or spend six months in prison.”—Youth's Com- panion. Teacher: “So, Georgie, you were named after George Washington, were you?”’ Young George: ‘‘Yes'm; some time after.” You can’t make a financier out of a hen. She will lay when eggs are plenty, and when they are scarce she will lay off. Little Faith’s brother had begun the which he always wore and which is the study of physics ‘and the small girl was around a silver quarter. isee f the parrot will Add eyes, bill, feet, THE PARROT—A DRAWING LESSON. Draw three pairs of circles, as in the upper row—the small onesaround a cent, the others wings. tail and crest—also a perch—and then ¥, ““Polly wants a cracker.”” only one of his many medalsshown in any statue or engraving of him. Upon Bolivar’s return to Venezuela he immediately began to fight for the freedom of his native land, which declared its in- dependence upon July 5, 1811, 8o you see that the 5th of July means as much to Venezuelans as the 4th of July does to us. Finally Bolivar became commander-in- chief of the army and after brilliant vic- tories over the enemy was hailed by the people whom he had freed as the deliverer and father of bis country, and was made President of the new republic, which office | he heid until his death on the 17th of De- | cember, 1830, at the early age of 47 years. We American boys and girls should study about and honor Bolivar, the South American hero, because the Venezuelan boys and girls revere and know all about our Washington, the North American hero, whose life was the inspiration of the other, and whose statues, side by side with Bolivar's, adorn the beautiful public square and gardens in the lovely city of Caracas, and whose picture hangs in their | Independence Hall. C.LP.W. Alogt éca chh('nj. One can readily imagine how interest- ing that wonderful little creature, the sea- urchin, or sea-hed, 2, might be ona whatnot or in a curibsity cabinet, but the idga of having it on the dining-table and eating it is quite different. And yet it isa tid-bit much relished in some parts of Italy and in China. Here is what Harper’s Round Table says about it: Sea-urchins are edible and in some countries are eaten boiled in the shell like an egg. In cerfain coast towns of Italy they even form quite an article of com- merce, and large is the number of those engaged in the pursuit of diving tor sea- urchins. This method of diving is very picturesque and amusing and, as may be imagined, requires some skill. More simple is the way the Chinese pro- ceed about it. There the fisherman pro- vides himself with a bundle of slender wooden rods, tapered to a little round knob at oneend. With these he proceeds to the surf atlow tide and drops one of these rods into each burrow where he suspects a tenant. There it is left for sbont two hours. Pruring this time the sea-urchin is sure to swallow the button, and, as the elastic tissues contract, it is unable to release itself again, so that when the fisherman returns he can easily extract the rod with the victim attached. The Chinese stew the sea-urchins likea tur.e soup.—Chicago Record. much interested in the name. ‘‘Papa,” she said gravely, the next day, ‘“did you know Harry studies Fidgets?” “It is time,” said Venezuela, “‘to have a thorough and competent diagnosis of my case.” “What’s the matter?’’ asked Guiana, haughtily, “Why, Great Britain says I have an in- growing boundary line.” BApGER HiLL, El Dorado County, June 21. Dear Editor: Last May I nnt"y’ou a :}ur and was very much disappointed not to see it lmnt. This time Iwill send you the an- L) to the puzzles,asI think I have them 8ll but one, and hope they are right. Ihad help with some of them. Your friend, JuLiA Briecee. FARMINGTON, Cal., June 26, 1896, Dear Editor: 1 promised to describe our gar- den when I wrote to you before. \ Itis & small one, near the house and con- tains beans, beets, corn. cabbagesana potatoes. I have not tried any of the puzzles yet. You will please me by publishing my letter. Yo friend, LEONARD RICHTER. 8Sax FRANCISCO, June 10, 1896. Dear Editor: 1 thought I would send in a puzzle to be put in next Sunday’s puzzle col- umn. Iwill be very much-pleasedif I see it published. If it would not be too much trouble please send me the number of answers that are right. MaY McCarTHY. Sax FRANCIECO, June 10, 1896, Dear Editor: We take THE CALL every day and when Sunday comes I alwaysread the children’s psge. ' I ean hardly wait for the pe per to come. ‘While my mother is reading it I always tease her to turn to the Childhood’s Realm. I like the letters, stories and the Donsld series. 1 like to guess the puzzles also. Ihave two dolls, one named Jessie and the other named Violet. I have iwo dogs, Trixie and Tobie. Ihave a little kittie named Tabby, Ihave a little brother and ne is always hauling the kitten around. I am 10 years old and go to the Bernal Heights School. Ism in the sixth grade, but hope to be pro- moted into the seventh. As I can think of no more to say I shall close and shall be very much pleased to see my letter published. Your little friend, MAY McCarTHY. GUALALA, CAL., July 5., 1896. Dear Editor: Seeing so many letters in the paper I thought I would write, too. As there is no one to introduce me Iguess I will have to do so myself, although 1 am usually not very fond of doing so. Iam 12 years old and live on a rench in Mendocino County. There is & large canyon on this place which has many large redwoods in it and some preity scenery. Well, the Fourth is past and soon school will begin agsin. I suppose a great many of the girls and boys who read THE CALL will write and tell what they did on the Fourth. I went to & picnic in a lovely place in the woods. There were several swings and seats fixed up all around and they had races with prizes. 1lad a fine time and was sorry when-I had to go home and I wish the Fourth would last & week, although by that time we might be tired of it. Iread the Childhood’s Realm the first thing after we get the paper. Isee that I am not the only Elsie, as there is another girl just my age named Elsie who has written too. Well, I shall close with three cheers for the editor of Childhood’s Realm. ELSIE AKELON. P. 8.—1 hope you will like my story. Los ALamos, July 18, '96. Dear Editor: As 1 see so many letters printed in THE SUNDAY CALL, written by the boys and girls, I thought I might as well write as well as anybody else. Iam very interested in the Childhood Realm. My father takes THE DAILY CALL and findsita very interesting paper. 1go to the Los Alamos Grammar School. My teacher's name is Miss Clars A. Laughlin. She. ry kind to all the children. This is my first letter to THE CALL. I hope it will miss the wastebasket. My father is the Justice of the Peace and keeps & large liquor-stere, and also a large | grocery-store, but the liguor-store is entirely separated from the grocery-store, and he also HELPING THEMSELVES, This little girl’sname is Irma West. She lives in Southern California. One day when Irma was playing with her dolls, her mother called her to sheli some pees. She took them and went out on the porch where it was cool and sat down. In a little while some ducklings came on the porch. Irma had dropped two or three peas (not meaning to) and the little ducks ate them. Irma looked at them and said (for she meant to pick them up), “Oh, you naughty ducks, you are eating those peas!™ After a while she had the peas all ready to be cooked and took them to her mother. Irma told her mother about the little ducks and her mother laughed and said, “The little ducks like peas, too, Irma.” RAY STUART (aged 8 years). THE CHILD AND THE DUCKLINGS, One day a little girl sat on a basket shelling peas, when she suddenly heard “Quack, quack.” Glancing up, she saw five little duck. o~ o - Owo M‘n{f BY GUORGE COOPER- “What & weary world!"’ sighed a hen forlorn, All in rufled plumes ¢omplaining; *Not & happy hour have I known since morn, For it's raining, reining, raining! “If I venture out with my downy brood, In the mud they’ll soon be slipping; “‘Why the rain should 1all, I don’t see at all, With its dripping, dripping, dripping!” “What a splendid world!” laughed & lively duck, “Mother Hen, what is the matter? Come, my golden bills, for weare in luck; How we'll spatter, spatter, spatter!” Then she led them down to the Fiver side, And they plunged in without wihking. “Funny world,” quacked'she, “if altke were In our thinking, thinking, thinking!”, Po INPs Cat an3 Baby. A ionng lsd‘y‘mndinl a rainy evening at the house of an old geatieman wanted & cab to take her home. Her host -hnodl off tofeteh the cab. lings coming toward her. One of them looked as ifhe had been inthe water; the others all seemed to be dry. As they came nearer she noticed that they were not her own little duck- Lings. “They must have come from s yard near ours looking for their mother,” she said to herself. One of them began to pick up the pees from the ground, while the others wad- dled up to the empty pods. The one that wes wet sat in the sun and picked his feathers. The little girl watched them, raised her hand and said warningly: “Look out! Look out, little ducklings! Get under your mothers wings, 0 no hawk can catch you.” While she was saying thisa fat duck came waddling from a distance, the ducklings ran up to her and she walked away, the five little ones following her. H. HERBERT SECHEL, age 7 years. BESSIE'S PETS. One fine morning in April as Bessie was go- ing to feed the chickensshe found a little auck in the yard, which she concluded must have ‘wandered awsy from its home and could not fica its way back. The duck tried to make iriends with the chickens. but they would not welcome the stranger. Bessie ran to tell her mother, and asked her if she might have it Mrs. White said ““Yes, if no one come to claim” it.” As no one came, the duck was Bessie’s, | and she named it Ducky. 3 Bessie was sorry for the poor little thing and gave it food, and from that time on Bessie and the duck were fast friends. The duck was soon full grown. One day Bessie came running to her mother exclaim- ing: “‘Oh, mamma, I can’t find Ducky anywhere, Have you seen her to-day?”’ “No,” said her mother, “but I guess she hasn’t gone far. Don’t worry; Ducky will be back before night.” But when night came, Ducky had not ap- peared. “Ism afraid Ducky is lost, and will never come back,” said Bessie, a week later. At the end of & few weeks, however, there came & great surprise to the whole family. One morning, as Bessie was watching the chickens, what should appear around the corner of the barn but Ducky, with five little fluffy duck- lings following behind her. Bessie at once remembered her old pet, who had been gone for so long. The little girl was so happy that she jumped with joy and ran to the house to tell her mother. “Come quick, mamms, and see them,” called Bessie. “What are you talking about, dear?” asked mamma. *The ducks,” snswered Bessie. Mrs. White came to the door and asked when they came. Then Bessie told her about it. All that dey Bessie played with the little ducks, and she gave each one a name. which they soon learned and would come whenever she cailed them. Bessie loved to feed them and they became great pets. Sometimes her little dog Tray was jealous, for from the time the ducks arrived they were petted more than be was. Near the house was a small pond, which the little ducks and their mother used to swim in, and Bessie thought it fine fun to watch them. They thought 1t was fun, t00, for they liked the water better than they did the land. In the morning, as soon &s Bessie dressed, the first thing she thought of was the ducks. She always found them at the back door, for she taught them to come there to be fed. Now the ducks have grown up and Bessie is sorry, but her mamma tells her that they will have some lttle ducklings for her to play with, and she will have the same fun she has had with the first.and s0 we will leave Bessie waiting and wishing for the next little pets to hurry and come. HazeL BROCKE (sge 12 years), Santa Clara, Cal. A PLEASANT VACATION, Edith and Georgie were going to visit grandpa during vacation. Edith was 10 years old and Georgle 8. They never had been to grandpa's before, and were very anxious to go. ¢ “Mamma, when are we golng to start?” *Pretty soon, dears,” said mamma, who was arranging the things in the trunk, “But what day, mamma? Is it this week or next?” *“Well,” said mamma, “‘to satisfy you I will tell you. Ithink it will be some time at the first of next week. Grandpa is to come ‘and take you up there, as I can’t go just now. After you have been there for three weeks I am coming to stay one week with baby."” “Goody! goody!” cried they, “Won't we have a jolly time, though!" At last the day came,and they went with 27 keeps dry goods. I have one- sister by-the | < name of Mathilde and two brothers, Samuel and Edmond. I am afraid if I continue with my letter you will not wan: to publish it, because it is too long. l‘emfln. your friend, SEATTLE, Wash., July 8, 1896. Dear Editor: My papa is aiso one oi your many subscribers. Our present home is in Seatile, although I ‘Was born in San Franeisco. Ihave two sisters—Lillian and Laurene—and we enjoy reading the ‘“Childhood’s Realm’ very much, especially the letters, which are always so interesting. \ I am fond of reading snd take books from the City Library and also the Sunday-school library, besides being a subscriber to the Youth’s Companion, but I always find time to read what I consider the most interesting page in THE CALL. As this is my first letter, I think I have writ- ten enough. Hoping, Dear Editor, that you will kindly publish this, I am, yours respect- fully, Ina M. WRIGHT. * 8AN Lucas, Cal,, July 13, 1896. Dear Editor: Seeing all the nice letters writ- ten by the little folks of California, 1. too, should like to have mine published in next Sunday’s CaLL. We have a little girl staying with us and her name is Rose, and we make out the puzzles. Perbaps my letter is getting too long, so hoping it will escape the wastebasket, I re- main, your reader, age 9 years, MARY M. TRESCONY. NEW ALMADEN, July 15, 1896. Dear Editor: As we are spending our vaca. tion among the quickstlver mines of New Almaden, we thought that you might like to know something about them. We should like tunnel which led deep into the hill. It was about 64 feet high. Along the ground tracks are laid for the cars containing the ore to run on to the shaft, then it 1s taken to the surface. We met several of these cars on the way in pushed by the miners. Presently we came to a department in which the men were working. They were hammer- ing, drilling, preparing for blasting, picking, and a few were engaged 1n timbering the top to prevent the earth or fine dirt from ecaving in. One of the miners gave me & piece of the ore. It was very heavy and of a reddish color. The miners were very warm. Though all was very interesting, it was a relief when the cage landed us on the surface once more, because the air in the mine was so | very oppressive. Ihope we nave given you an idea of how the work is carried on within the mine. When we write again we shall tell you how the ore is reduced and prepared for use. Your faithiul readers, JOSIE M. HOPKINS, ERNEST J. HOPKINS. SeBasToroL, Cal., July 15, 1896. Dear Editor: 1 am a little girl, 12 yearsof age. Ienjoy reading the “Childhood’s Realm’ very much. My papa has been taking THE CaLL for some time. We are living on a large farm on Pleasant Hill, three miles from Sebas- topol and ten miles from Santa Rosa. Hoping this will be published in THE CALL next Sun- day Ishaliclose, Your iriend, ANNIE ELPHICH. HAWARDEN, Jowa, July 11, 1896. Dear Editor; I haven't written for a long time, g0 I thougkt I would write. Our school ¢losed June 26 and I passed from the third to the fourth grade. This year my teacher'sname-is Miss Orcutt, and last year Miss Maria Ross was my teacher. I like the ehildren’s page, and I tear the page out and keep i, I haveabout ‘ | J { | VZ CHARCLAL, INP,0RNIC WHICH smu;}/ 2 HE poESNILARE A Fic JUST LEAVES ITALL Impor et Qu 1) bl et .m_‘:.’;’\lL' i tlon- to see this letter in print, assome others might like to know about how the ore is mined out | also. When we first went down in the mines we were surprised. It was so different from what we had expected. We first entered the cage, which is a sort ot elevator running up and down the shaft. This shaft is dug straight down 800 feet, with drifts running horizontally from it. There are four drifts in this particular shaft. When we reached the first one we stepped grandpa to the ferry. Then they took the boat and cars and when their journey ended met grandma with the phaeton. Edith thought she never had such a nice time when she fed the ducks and chickens next day and beid a basket of corn forold bbin, and oh! such a pret ny. D‘:}car‘h Wln’:;l b o r g s ’:nmg in a little brook. Edith used to like to help grandma cook the dirner. The way she used to help was shell- ir ¢ the peas and stringing the beans. ‘Grandma,” she said one day, “may I take the pess out in the yard and shell them?” “Yes, dear; but you must be careful the ducks don’t get at them.” “Yes, I will,” and away ran Edith tofinda n. p‘-‘x wonder whatIcan sit or,” thought she, asshe went into the yard. “I'll see if there is anything in the barn.” She discovered a basket which she pulled out and seated herself upon it. The ducks evi- dently thought she was going to feed them, for they gathered around her with their bills open. E"!‘\" 0, no. These are not for you. Ialready fed you this morning,” she said, putting her hand up to frighten them away. As she did 50 the pan tipped and several peas rolled to the ground, and the ducks all made a rush for them, so they soon were all gone, “Oh dear!” she cried, “you naughty ducks! You shan’t get any more. I'll go where you can’t get my peas,” and she ran to the stoop, e you finished?” said grandma coming “No, ma’am, not quite. Some spilled out of my lap and the ducks ate them.’ “Did they? Well 1t doesn’t matter much, there were so many."” A few days after as Edith and Georgie came from the woods, after they had gathercd a bouquet of wild flowers, they noticed a lady with & baby going up the steps. *It's mamma! Georgie,” cried Edith, run- ning as fast as she could. **Oh, mammal is it really you? How cunning Robbie looks!” she said, throwing her arms about her mamma’. neck and kissing her. “Oh, here is grandma.” “I was thinking,” said grandpa at dinner to mamms, “I would give the pony to Edith and Georgle if you were willing. We don’t need any more horses.” #0h, mamma, can’t I please have him? Do let me I" cried Edith, clapping her hands. +I don't wee where we can keep him, I'm sure. Grandpais very kind to let you have him, though.”” “I neyer thought of that,” said Edith. “Isn't thattoobad? Oh,I know! Wouldn’t Auntie May let us keep him in her stable with her horse? Couldn’t we ask her " “Why, yes, I think we could. I don’t think she would mind. And the next time grandps comes to see us he will bring the pony,” “But, mamma, I thought we wure going to bave him now,” said Edith, %No, dear; not now.” The week passed very quickly and at last came the day when they had to go home, and grandpa drove them to the station. “Be sure and come again soon,” said grandma as they were getting on the “Indeed we shall,” cried they. ‘“‘We have had & delightful time.” g ErHEL M. FERGUSON (12 years), twenty and Iam going to make a book., Your loving friend, RAYMOND ROBEY (age 9 years). OROVILLE, July 14, 1896. Dear Editor: 1 am & litte girl 7 years old. My papa’s name is H. C. Bell. He lives in Oroville. Iread the paper every Sunday and Ilike the littie stories and puzazles. It 18 very hotup here in the summertime. ‘We raise lots of oranges and other fruits, I have a little girl cousin whose pame is Lelis, and I play with her most of the time. Iam & Republican and shall vote for McKin- ley. MINERVA BELL, BLUE CANYON, Cal, July 12, 1896. Dear Editor: 1wrate a letter to you Thurs- day, but I know it came too late to be printed. Iam 12 years old. I have four sisters and three brothers. I have guessed the first puzzie. It is “be. cause they are both excited to see ¢ large sea animal” Ihopeitisright. Please print this letter. Ithink THE CALLisa very nice paper. May be I shall write a story this time, WISNIE WOODBURY. DoucLAs FLAT, Cal., July, 1896. Editor of the San Francisco Cali—DEAR SIB: Please publish my letter. Iam a little girl 9 years old. I go to school and Iam in the fourth grade. All the fruit is getting ripe up here. I have a little bird. It is a little linnet. We have no school now. It will start in Septem- ber. We have two horses, one is red and the other is gray. We had three, but one died. It wasred. Inamed my bird Dick. Itisa real cool place up here. Ihave a little brother. He is 6 years old. I have three brothers and five sisters, and all together meke nine. We have lots of tun up here. We get lots of girls and boys and go picking berries and puts. Then, too, we have picnics and gay parties. We have a schoolhouse. Our teacher’s name is Miss Fannie Stevens. Ishall be glad when school commences again. I shail close with a good-by. friend, Your new EvA MALSPiNA. BLUE CANYON, Cal, July 12, 1896. Dear Editor: This is my first letter to you. I am 11 years old. | Ihave guessed one of the puzzlesand hope itisright. Itisthesixth. Itis because “‘thoy both catch diet.” Iamin the fifth grade and there is another girl in my class named Retha. I have four sisters and three brothers. Hoping to see my letter in print mext Sun- day Ishall close. Your friend, MAGGIE WOODBURY. ‘ALAMEDA, July 18. Dear Editor: This is my first letter to THE CaLL. 1live in Alameda. I have a little brother who is a year and & half older than myseli, We both go to the same school. Iam promoted to the A class, fourth grade (term stand). My brother and I never play on the street as many children do. We assist mamma with housework, for she is not very strong. Hoping that my letter will be published in next Sundey's CaLy, I remain, your little writer, ELsA WAGNER (aged 10). BEATTLE, Wash., July 14. 1898. Dear Editor: AsI see so many girls aid boys bave written letters for children’s page I thought I would undertake to write s short one, as it is my first time. We have tsken THE CALL for a number of years, and find much pleasure in securing an- swers 10 the many puzzles that are printed. Iam 12 years old and go to the convent, which ciosed the 12th of June, snd I'was pro- moted into the seventh grade. | CALL and he thinks it is & very nice 1 took much interest in reading ‘“Rita’s Rogue.” Your friend, LiLire WRIGHT. GOLDEN GATE, July 13, 1896. Dear Editor: This s my second letter to THE CALL, and hope it will be printed. 1 1 go to the Bay Public School and am in the seventh grate. My teacher’s name is Miss Rockefellow, whom I like a great deal, 1 enjoy reading THE CALL very much, espe- cially the page entitled In Childhood’s Realm. Every Sunday morning I get the paper before angbody else, and yesterday (July 12) 1 thought we would not get it all day, because it was not here at the usual time. I have written a story about the picture that was in THE CALL of June 28 and hope that it ‘will be satisfactory. From your iriend. E. MARTENS (aged 11 years). BAN FraNCISCO, July 20, 1896. Dear Editor: This 1s my first letter o THE Ca1y, the, r that I like. My papa bas taken THE CALL for twenty years and likes it very much. - I have never triedany of the puz- zles, but will try some time. Yours truly, MAUDE DENNETT, P. 8.—T hope my letter will not be put in the ‘wastebasket, as I would like to see it printed. PLEYTO, Monterey County, July 18, 1896. Dear Editor: As1 have made out some of the puzzles I thought I would write to you and also send you one. I have a book that haslots of puzazles in it. It is so warm here that it s difficult to breathe, but you know warm weather makes the watermelons ripe. We have pienty of watermelons now. I wish that I could give every town girl and boy all the watermelon they would like to eat. I sent you a letter some time ago, telling about my school, but I never have seen it pube lished yet, but perhaps you had no room. PEARL MOORE. SACRAMENTO, July 19, 1896. Dear Editor: 1 go to the Fremont Primary school. Iam 8 yearso!d. My papa takes THE CALL, and he says it is a nice paper. Ihavea plano and can play a little. I have dolls, cats end dogs, and I have lots of fun with them. I hope you will publish my letter. My papsis & groceryman. Ican eatall the candy I want. I will close. Yours, truly, IrMA WINGARD. SaLINAs, July 15, 1896. Dear Editor: 1 am a little girl7 years old, My papa takes TuE CALL. I have two sisters and one baby brother. 1-like the children’s page, very much.. The weather is lovely. Salinas is growing to be quite a big city. We have a lovely opera-house. Ihope to see this letter in the next Sunday’s CALL. HazerL WILKE. ALAMEDA, Cal., July 21, 1896. Dear Editor: 1live in San Francisco, put am visiting my grandma in Alameds. I go to school, and was promoted to the fourth grade. I was glad to see my story about Gertie and her duck in the paper, and thank you for pub- 1ishing it. I hope my letter. will be published in next Sunday’s CaLL. Your friend, JESSIE FREDRICKS, SACKVILLE, N. B., July 6. Dear Editor : As 1 have never seen any let- ters from Sackville I thought I would write to you. Ithink THE CALLis justalovely paper. Ilike the boys’ and girls’ part very much, I wish there were two pages. I will tell you about my pets. I have two pet chickens. They will each eat out of my hand and fly on my head, and I have four cats and one little caif. Iwill tell you some of their tricks in my next letter. It is very cold here in winter. We bave snow ten to twelve feet deep. We have fine times coasting and skating. I go to the upper school. My teacher's name Is Miss Mc- Leod. I like her very much, Please excuse writing and spelling. Please, editor, don't throw my letter in the wastebasket; I wish very much to have it printed, and next time I shall try todo better. Good-by. From your new friend, BeATRICE FAWCETT (aged 13). SAN FrANCTSCO, July 14, 1896, Dear Editor: This is the first time I have written to THE CALL Tam 12 years oid. I have five brothers and one sister. Ilive ina large house and we have a large yard, Ihave agarden of my own, in which I spend a great deal of my time. Florence, my sister, has & | garden of her own. Ihavea very nice play- mate. Her name is Marcella Doran. Ihave not tried any puzzles yet this week, but I will | next week. Iam interested in the children’s page. My mampia takes THE CALL and has been taking it for years. She thinks it is the best paper. Hoping to see my letter published {in nexi Sunday’s CALL, I am_your new little iriend, ALICE LORENA BOND. SAN RAPAERL, July 19, 1898. Dear Editor: This is my first letter to THE Caru. Iam1l years old. Our school closed on the 5th of June. My brother takes THE aper. [ like the children’s page very much, and also the letters, Ishouldbe much pleased if my letter escapes the wastebasket and also should be very much pieased o see mv letter in next Sunday’s CALL. GEORGIA BUSTIN. 8AN FRaANcIsco, July 8, 1896. Dear Editor: AsIhave not seen any letters from this district I thought I would write one. We have taken THE CALL for many years and have liked it very well. We are having vacation now, and I am enjoying myself very Dpicely. This is my first letter and hope it will skip the wastebasket, As my letter is getting long I will have to close, saying good-by. Your little reader, MARY HARDY. ZLES Y 1. Form & well-known proverb of encourage- ment from the letters i the following words: Leer, tan, at, verb, ten, the. I My 118 bright, My 2 is bright, My whole is bright. PEABL MooRrm. IIL. What word in the English language is longer when it is shorter, and longest when it is shortest? IV. What ses would make the best bedroom? V. Transpose the letters of the following so as to make a proverb: Hatt sall lewl ewll neds. VI. WKy is the letter “A” valusble to a deaf woman? VIL Pi. A proyerb: Naym lips tershe xitwt @ puc pil dan. VIIL Dropoed yowels: A quotation from a well-known American poet. Glive the name of the author, too: Th tsln, Shp ¢ Ste! 817, nn, strg nd grt! Hmaty wth 11 ts frs, Wth 1 th hps £ ftr yrs, s hogng brthiss n thy ft! IX. A mixture of pi and dropped vowels. A great man's name: eeggro hsawngtn. X. Name of a great man, My 1 in South America you'll find, Also in United States, if you've a mind. My 2 in pairs is by man possessed. ‘While I with 2 am also blessed. My 3 in mines is always found My 4 is ever very round. My 5 exists when “No,” you cry To“Boys"” wherein my 6 doth lie. Like my 4 my 7th’s in hound In bound, in found, also fn pound, My 8, 9, 11 and 12 combined Names one that's not at all refined, He's not like 10 who liyes in light. But casts o’er 21l clouds of blight. Correct answers to questions and puzzles of July 19: 1, Useful Gates. (a) Frigate. (b)) Elongate. (¢) Fumigate. (d) Subjugate. II. Bulletin, Slipshod. JIT. Because it's in the middle of Greece, V. God gave to man one tongue And twice as many ears, 1In order (o repeat Orie halt of what he hears. V. Sacramento. VI Donald. o VIL A French prison. V1L Word hunt. IX. Primrose. X. sunflower. XI. Seven. XIL Your name. Names of those successful in answering ti ;unlu for July 19: Lilla Evans, Viva e ‘?&‘. earl Moore, Eva Navone. i Stories about the picture have been received {m- 'Re:l hox: %1:, ~ ?n‘ xeoh_nfilmn Mal- o) 0N warden, Pearl Moore and Elsta B. Martens, e