The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, September 27, 1896, Page 25

THE SAN FRANCISCO CALL, SUNDAY, SEPTEMBER 27, 1896 2 = - ‘‘Pit-a-pat, pit-a-pat,” went the rain. drops! . *‘Oh, pshaw, isn’t it mean?” a little girl Whom 1 know said out loud, too. -*‘Oh, dear, I wish it would never rainl” was the thoughtless remark made in my hearing by & boy who deserved to be real thirsty just once. But the happy, the jolly, the sunshiny boys and girls thought it great fun to get out waterproofs, umbrellas and overshoes and then trudge off to school in the rain, The tiny tots didn’t like it a bit, for they pressea their little noses against window-panes and looked out with such doleful faces it quite gave one the blues to _see them. But my! It didn't last long, and the days are again beautiful and golden and ull of sweetness. September gave us justa gentle hint of ibe coming winter, so let’s enjoy every moment that's left of this glorious mid- summer time. Full to overflowing have been the past few weeks! full of work aud of play; school, circus, Admission day and the fair. Now Beptember days are almost over, and soon we'll turn, with many a hearty greeting, to welcome the bright and glow- ing October. ‘What the boys and girls of Childhood’s Realm consider interestine events in the recent history of our Nation: 1. The visit of Li Hung Chang. 2. The discussions about gold and silver. 3. McKinley’s speeches. 4. Bryan’s speeches. 5. The awarding of contracts for build- ing new warships. - Ghe Lattle Bovglay Mischievous four-year-old sweet as a rose, Pretends he’s a burg ar and, under the clothes, Tossed over the foot of his dainty white bed, Just as still as a mouse has hidden his head. But a little pink foot that hasn’t got eyes, Peeping out from the blanket his mamma @li’ed by ey W Bicares of this anti-labor spirit he developed an almost human intelligence, and his talent for being disagreeable increased with his years, “Yes,” Bara Lou, the nurse of the younger Thomsons, was heard to say. “Lan’ knows, dat air goat am de mos’ pestiferous varmint what I see yit. When you see him walkin’ roun’, kinder slow lak, chawin’ an' chawin’, jes’ you .look out, honey. He gwine do up de buznes | 'fo’ mawnin’, Hit 'pear lak what he got de Sol'mon sperrit to make jokes ag'in dis fambly. I[ain'tgot no manner of confi- denz en dat dere Cat-you-corners. Dat I ain’. He allus larfin out de cornder ob he eye.” The Thomsons, with whom W. Capri- cornus condescended to live and take his meals, were a pleasant family. They lived in an old-tashioned house some miles from town, where their city friends often appeared without formal in- vitation and stayed over night. It sometimes happened that the com- pany counted more than the rooms, when the small Thomsons, Ruth, Wiil, Neil and Claude, were turned outof the house to make place for the guests. At such times they were quartered with Sara Lou to sleep on cots in a little out- building, called by courtesy the ‘‘school- house,” because every diminutive Thom- son, past and present, had first turned his toes toward the rough road of learning under its roof. I call it mighty mean,” grumbled Will, as a night of exile repeated itself for the third time in the same week, *‘to turna fellow out in tha cold, with mathematics, and biackboards, and copybooks, and ink- stands and a lot of truck that he bates, to sleep with them all might, whether he hkes it or not. It’s hateiul mean. That's what [ callit. Nothing but lessons and ex- amples, day and night.” “Your bad lessons and conduct marks must baunt you like the little boy’s in Hans Andersen’s fairy tale!” laughed Ruth, who evidently did not suffer from the same complaint. “Now, I don’t mind sleeping here, but I am afraid!” “‘Gee! Isn’t that like a girl?” jeered Will, glad to retaliate. ~What are you afraid of? What's here to hurt you?'’ ward glance over her shoulder at the only window in the room, ‘Jennie Alien told me that one-legged Mike was out of the penitentiary and prowling around their cow-lot yesterduy! Now, if he’s going to town be'll just about limp as far as here to-night! Goodness! what might not happen? What would we do?’ She shivered and looked around the small room, well lighted by the ruddy flames of a spiendid oak fire. “Shaw! who's afraid of him?"” bragged Will, with fine scorn. “He’s only gotone leg, to begin with. Besides, there's a pis- tol in that desk-drawer. I found it there this evening, when I was studying my spelling. If I catch'him nosing around here, you bet, I'll wire his hair like a por- descries. cupine’s! Why, I'd shoot him as quick “Oh, papa! Ob, Bridget!” she calls in mock | as—as quick as—" fear. He paused for a comparison. s r';‘oi“f;m:",l run quick, and bring him | «Aga square grow,” suggested Claude, o sty S with a talent for mistakes. O " e're mot robbed right In| TLip what?" laughed Nell, who had nevar But Pve got him! 'l hold him! He sha’n't | quite forgiven him for displacinz her as get away ! | the baby of the family. *“Whoever heard "Then out from the tangle of blanket and | sheet This terrible burglar springs up to his feet; "One little foot stockinged, the other one bare. A ferce paper helmet perched right on his hair, J With s queer little chuckle this robber so - small - Mekes quick his escape through chamber and hall. “To think we should lose,” mamma ssys with S & sigh; “This dreadful old burglar so cunning and iy Then the burglar-boy laughs and says “he will play He's & burglar again some other dark day.” o Bessie MCMAHON. e PRACTICAL JOKE OF IRR. W. CAPRICOR RLSS By Orline Gates i 8. : Goi::nwpa vl grave and ancient goat, with a msiscellaneous appetite. wshen he first came into the Thomson family it was seriously discussed w‘hu!har his name should be Bacchus or Silenus, . but the question was soon settled by the sophomore Thomson, home from college, who nemed him Wiiliamus Capricornus. His benevolent Anpenn:u wi .pn h..:ig tion, for by nature he was a - fx;cl:.pnnd'lonnd the one interest in life was meking the unhappiness of others. So thoroughly did he succeed in this that he came to be recognized as a charac- tér too strong for coercion, and thereby emancipated bimself from the slavery of the goateart, for which he was originally intended. With the abundant leisure growing out of such a creature? That’s what you get ! for calling names you don’t know about. You don’t even know what a scare- crow is!” “I bet 1dol” resented Claude. tombstone.” “Never mind, Clande!” soothed Ruth. as they burst out laughing. “I don’t know a worse one on & dark night. But I'm more afraid of bank robbers right now than Iam of a tombstone. Idon’t care if they haven’t got but one leg that Will sniffs at. Just suppose that one is walking toward this schoolhouse with all its might and main! Idare say Mike knows all abont it, and has laid his pians to sleep here to- night, years and years ago. They always do, you know. Perbaps he lay awake in Lis cell at night thinking, ‘I'll spend the second night at the Thomsons’ school- house.’ I look for him any minute!” con- cluded Ruth with a positive conviction. The children were sitting Turk fashion on a rug before the fire. They glanzed furtively around the room at Ruth’s grewsome suggestion. It was nearly 12 o'clock, a trespass azainst their usual early bed hour that they had reconciied to their consciences on the plea that mother had said they might stay up later as compensation for the exile. Sara Lou, her black face shiningz in the fireglow, rubbed her eyes and stifled her yawns in the vain effort to keep awake. In spite of all her heroism her head at last began to nod a cheerful accompani- ment to the chilaren’s voices as she leaned back comfortably against the chimneypiece. The night was cold and .the wind whistled through the apple tree that faced the schoolbouse window with such low spreading branches that a person sit- ting in one of the forks could see the whole interior of the room. Claude had fallen asleep in Ruth’s lap. and the other children sat gazing into the fire. Suddenly Will lifted his head and lis- tened. After a few moments he rose care- lessly from his seat, thrust his handsin his pockets and sauntered aboutthe room hoping to deceive h.s sisters by the sub- dued whistle that heartened up his cour- age. g"‘rne wind blows pretty hard!"” he said, as if inadvertently wandering in apparent aimless fashion from the door to the win- dow and back again. #*“I think I'd better prop a chair or two against this door. The wind might blow it open and give you a cold.” The girls did not laugh at this extra- ordinary concern for their health, as he examined the bolt and lock of the door and tried the window fastenings. They, too, bad heard the mysterious sound that alarmed Will, and which all, three rec gnized was not the wind, After his careful inspection Will re- turned to his old place by thefire. In nameless fear they waited in silence for developments. Between the gustsof wind footsteps were ciearly audible outside. ‘Whoever it was he seemed to be looking for an entrance. | “It's a “Why,” expluined Ruth, with a back- | Every now and again he Jeaned against the house and rubbed up and down the wall to locate the door. The children exchanged terrified glances each time this was repeated, for they no longer attempted to disguise from them- selves the alarm of their situation. ‘Will crawled noiselessly on his hands and knees to the desk where he had seen the pistol. Once there a new difficulty presented itself. The desk was just opposite the window; and, if he rose to his fuil height, any one from the vantage of the appie tree coula sight every movement, and what might not happen it he were discovered unearth- ing a pistol? Ruth and Nell understood instinctively why he paused. There might be a partner watching in the fork of the apple tree while One-legged Mike tried the door. They were sure it was One-legged Mike who was walking around the house, be- cause the steps were so uncertain and faltering. Carefuily laying down Claude, who did not waken for his hard bed on the floor, Ruth crept toward her brother. Nell fol- lowed. Each grasped a leg of the desk and pulled stoutly, but the desk proved obdurate. [To be concluded next week.] PSFPY CALES NO. 1 . By Olive Heyden. We never called him anything but Puppy. George did mean to name him Don, but baby doggie got it all mixed up with the command, “Down.” When we called “Don! Don!” he'd drop flat on the ground, thinking, in his little puppy mind, that we meant for him to lie down. So we gave it up, and he was just **Puppy”’ as long as we had him. George brought him home 1n his over- coat pocket one night. When I went to call him in the morning, there was Puppy, a tiny bunch of brown silky hair, with shiny blue eyes, curled up on George's arm. Ididn’t want a dog. Our yard wasn't big enough for one, and besides I had it full of flowers. grunted I loved him. George wasn’t hunting a dog, either; it was this way. Some one from the conuntry had sent the puppy to Fred, ocne of our But I couldn’t send that | dear httle silky fellow sway. The first | time he cuddled his head in my neck and | friends. He was a doz of good breed, a vointer, I think, and Fred wanted to keep him, but they lived in a flat. without a speck of a yard, and Fred’s mother said that she couldn’t raise a big dog in the parlor. Fred began hunting around try- ing to find a home for the dog, and he re- membered our back yard and our cat and bird. I guess he thought we liked live things, and so we do. Well, we had the puppy, and now the next thing was to decide what to do with him. George begged to keep him; Alice wanted him, I liked him and he made himself quite at home, poking his little cold nose into everything. First mother agreed to let him stay a few days until we could give him to some one else, but by the time t e few days were up she, too, had become one of puppy’s friends and we wouldn’t give him up. Now, that’s the way we came to have Puppy. e “‘Guess we gotter stand up, Maria,"” said Uncle 8i, as they stepped aboard the lake steamer and found all the chairs taken. **There don’t seem to be no cheers for us to set in.”’ At this a fresh young college boy got up arnd proposed to his comrades that they give “three cheersfor Uncle 8i.”—Harper’s Round Table. IN SEPTEMBER TWILIGHT—GOOD-NIGHT TO THE COWS. OUR LITTLE DNES AND THE NURSERY. s, e 4 "':kf *o, i ‘ ke Yot W‘ ap W L d A L2 0 Al ! Wyt u!}\\' By RourH MCENERY STUART AND ALBERT BrceLow PAINE, IN BT. NICHOLAS. Drop a little ink on a sheet of white paper. Fold the sheet in the center and press the ink spots together with the fingers. All of the following pictures were made in this manner—none of them hav- ing been touched with a pen or brush. A great deal of practice only shows that the Gobolink, as his name implies, is a veritable goblin of the ink bottle. It is hardly to be expected that the animals and birds of prey referred to under more or less familiar names in the accompany- ing rhymes will be strikingly correct as to anatomy. In fact, the most unexpected and startling results will often occur—re- sults grotesquely and strangely beautiful, well worthy of preservation. Now, ome one has said in a moment of spleen, We cannot make pictures of what we've not seen ; But such an assertion deserves only scorn, For the shape of the Gobolink never was born. He comes like the marvelous shades of our dreams, When one has been supping on salads and creams, And curious changes of vision take place— The horse may appear with an elephant face— The goat with & cane, and the goose with a hat— Six legs on the dog, and two tails on the cat; We never cen tell, though we're sorely per- plexed, What shape will be shown us, or what will come next; And these are the tnings that our Gobolinks do— Dear friends, and dear children, we give them to you. . A WHAT-IS-IT? There was an old man of high feather, ‘Who said, “I can’t really tell whether I'm & man or & mouse, Or the roof of a house, So much may depend on the weather.” THE DRUM MAJOR. A jolly little Major of the Drum, Behind him all the shadow people come, As ne bravely leads the way For the Gobolink array With & bearing most important, and his uni- form so gay; Oh, it's very plain to see that he’s the hero of the day, This jolly little Major of the Drum. 4 STEEPLE MEN, Two funny old three-legged gnomes Came out of their shadowy domes; They made their salute With a hand ana a foot, And then hurried back to their homes, SHEET-AND-PILLOW PARTY. A pillow-case party the Gobolinks gave, And it proved a right merry carouse; But I'm sure you'd have laughed at their atti- tudes grave As they made their riaiculous bows, THE JACK-0’-MY-GOBLIN. A terrible creature of Ink-bottle Land, A Jack-o'-my-goblin is he. The sea-urchins made him to place on the sand, And frighten the monsters that dwell on the land. They took a sea-pumpkin and carved it by hand, And lighted it up in their glee With a phosphorus fish from the sea; Now all the day long on the shore doth he stand, ‘While Land-loodles terrified flee, Oh, yes, The terrified Land-loodles flee. THE SOMETHINGS. A Something met a Some thing In the mists of Snadowland. They ran against each other, And came quickly to a stand. “And who are you?” said Something One. And Something Two, said he, “That’s just the very question that At once occurred to me.” | especially. BUTCHER RANCH, Placer Co.. Cal., Sept. 21. Dear Editor Ism 12 years old, and my papa has taken THE CALL for about seventeen years, we all like to read it. I like to read the stories and the letters on the children’s page. Ilive in the mines on the middle fork of the American River. When Igo to school I have to climb & mountain two miles high. Ibavea nice pony to rideto school on, her name is Dolly. When the weather is stormy I board with friends on the top of the mountains. I will close, hoping this letter will escape the waste basket. Yours truly, ALBERT MAITHER. SAN FRANCISCO, Cal., Sept. 21, 1896. Dear Editor: 1have seen so many letters in THE CALL. I like to read the page entitled “In Childhood’s Realm.” I am a little girl 11 yearsold, and Iam in the seventh grade at school. I tried the puzzles of to-day, and I made out the seventh and eighth. I hope I have guessed the puzzles. Well, as my letter is getting long, I will have to close. Hoping tosee my letter in next Sunday's CaLL, Ire- main, your little reader IRENE ANDERSON. BAN FrANcIsco, Sept. 21, 1896. Dear Editor: 1 am a litile boy 8 years oid, and this is the first letter that I have ever | My home is with my guardian, and | written. hereads the children’s page to me every Sun- day. My chum is Willle Kirby. cousins and go to the same sehool. Ihadlong black curls, and Johnny Cullen went and cut them off for spite. He was jealous because he couldn’t have curls; now I am mad with him. 1 bave a little pet dog, two cats and & canary. I'don’t like to go to school, and wish they would all fall down., Please print my letter and oblige your little reader, CHARLIE MCMAHON, 546 Fillmore street. BouTH SAN FRANCISCO, July 16, 1896. Dear Editor: 1 am a little girl, six years old. I go to school. Thisterm I have Miss Morri- son. Last term Mrs. Kortick was my teacher. Ilook atthe children’s page every Sunday. I have one brother and two sisters. Your little friend IRENE CAUBRL MARTINEZ, Cal, Sept. 20, 1896. Dear Editor: When 1 read THE CALL every Bunday I take great pleasure in the puzzles and watch eagerly for the answers, to see if I have guessed right. I have not sent any an- swers before because there were almost always | one or two that I could not soive. This time, however, I have them all and have decided to send them ia. PEARL HUCKSTEP. BAN FRANCISCO, Cal., Sept. 16, 1896. Dear Editor: 1 went 10 the fair yesterday. I saw many nice things. admission, and I was very glad to =et mine, I am 11 yearsold and go to the Columbia Gram- mar School. Your loving friend, B DOROTHY GREEN. BAN FRANCISCO, Cal,, Sep . 17, 1896. Dear Editor: This is the first time I have written to THE CALL. I have often guessed the puzzles, but have never sent them in, We have been taxing your excellent paper for seventeen years and like it very much. I save all the cartoons which appear in THE CaLL and paste them in a serapbook. Ire- main your little reader . P, PETERS, 8AN FrANCISCO, = Editor Children’s Realm—KIND FRIEND: Ishall tell you how I spent my time during vacation. 1went to my mother'’sold home in Fresno County to visit my uncle and my three cousins, whom I met for the first time. The farm is about seven miles from Fresno City. My cousins were very kind to me. They each own & gentle pony and I soon learned to ride with- ou. any fear. They also have a bicycle, which 1 tried to ride but without success, for I fell off three times. The dogs on the place were great pets, Fido My, how he would ery when we left him, and I wish you might have seen his joy on our return from our waiks and drives. Why, he wouldn’t allow any of the other dogs 1o run to meet us. Nero, another fine animal, carries the wood for the kitchen fire. Ireturned to San Francisco in time for the first day of school and am going to try to do very well this year. Your little friend, Dopo FrrTscHI Dear Editor: I like the children’s page of THE CALL, and enjoy reading the litile letters, I have neither brother nor sister, but I have a little pet dog named Blanty, who can run as fast as I can, even with her poor broken leg. 1 80 to school and have s very nice teacher, whom we all dearly love. Iam in the fourth grade, and am 9 years old. CARL R. WEVER, Alameds, Cal. COTTAGE GROVE, Or., Sept. 28, 1896. Dear Editor: As 1 have seen no letter from here 1 thoughtl would write one. We have taken THE CALL for years, and think we can’t keep house without it. Ithink it has greatly improved since Charles Shortridge became he editor. His cousin lives about four miles from here and is oneof our friends. I have been out hop-picking near this place. cents for & nine-bushel-box full. little friend. IRENE CONDON, age 14 years, BAN FrANCISCO, Sept. 20, 1896. Dear Editor: I am a little girl7 yearsold. I read the Children’s Page every Sunday and I like it very much. I hope my letter will be in the paper next Sunday. To-day my mama let my brother Willie and me go to the Orpheum, and we enjoyed it very much. Ilive at 1927 Ellis street. Your friend, BERTHA WILLIAMS, BAN FRANCISCO, Sept. 20, 1896, Dear Editor: 1 am a little girl 11 years of age. My papa takes the DAILY CALL. I enjoy the stories very much. Ihave an ostrich-egg which originally came from Africa. My uncle, who was there once, brought it to me. Hoping I shall see my letter in print, I remain, your little reader, HAZEL ABRAHAMSON. EXETER, N. H., Sept. 15, 1896. Dear Editor: My grandpa takes THE CALL and sends it to me to read. I tnink the “Chil. | dren’s Realm” is very interesting. I am 10 years old. I attend the Robinson Female Seminary. I think itis nice,for we don’t have any boys to plague us. I go down to my grand- pa's every summer and have a fine time. I shall close now. Yours truly, NETTIE LEacH. - FRUITVALE, Sept. 14, 1896. Dear Editor: I read the children’s page and like it very much. We take THE CALL and I enjoy readingit. Igo to the Fruitvale public school, and am in the fifth grade. Ithink1 shall close for this time, hoping to see my letter in next Sunday’s CALL. Your new friend, GRACE PATTERSON, aged 12 years. BIERRA C11Y, Cal., Sept. 16, 1896. Dear Editor: This is my first letter to THE CaLL. Ihave soived some of the puszzlesand send them to you. Iam a boy 13 years of age, and belong to the Slerra City band. I play saxaphone. I love to g0 to school, and I am very high 10 my class, 1go out and gather flowers in the spring. As my letier is geiting long I shall close, hoping to see it in Sunday’s CALL. My fathe takes THE DAILY CALL. Your new friend, THEODORE JOos. ‘The story received. this week from Lillie Christoffersen was very good; but next time you send In & story, Lillie, be sure to write only on one side of your paper. ‘The story of “‘Bessie,”” by M. E. Heath, was quite interesting, but not_quite worthy of a on our page. The drawings were excellent. We are | We received tickets of ! Idon't like to go picking hops when they give 25 I enjoy read- | ing the “Childhood’s Reslm,” and am making me a nice book of the pages. Iremain your The Goming o§ Aotomn Stately across the world she trod, Her arms with gold and purple hung; And wide the colors rich she flung O’er heeth and distant tree and sod. WILLIAM H. PERKINS, Ghings te Laoghy Qver A table of interest—The dinner table. Some people are never contented. After having all their limbs broken, their heads smashed and their brains knocked out, they will actually go to law and try to get further damages. Advice is seldom welcome. Those who need it most take it least. A pen may be driven, but the pencil does better when 1t is lead. “My boy, 1t is high time a check was | placed on your perfurmances.” “Thank you, father. Please make it payable on sight.” Y/ iyl IR el =) 3 f IR M Y L\Lll At | Correct anawers for September | 1. Spearmint. . Keel—leek. . Sleep—peels. Smilax. . Pennant. Penn-ant. . (a) Sieily, (3) Corsics, (¢) Iceland, . Understanding. . Creation. . Peas-ant. Pessant. 10. Crib. —Rib, 11. September. CPAGIRB® BY P. PETERS. When the names of the above are rightly guessed and placed in the given order the first letter of each word will speil the name of 8 noted European city. IL Name of hidden islands: The bridesmaids were dressed in pale blue. IIL Supply the words: Put the 1, 2, 3 on the stove 4, 5 eleven o’clock, or & quarter 5, 6 eleven, and boil tnis fine, large 1, 2,3, 4, 5, 6. IV. Of what professien is every enild ? THEO JOOS. V. What is that which God never saw, Wash« Ington seldom saw and we see every day? ALICE BELL. VL I'm found in mountains, not in hills, In meadows green, but not in rills, In nobie man I dwell with grace, In woman, too, so fair of face. Now what’s in me That's not in you ? Please tell me quick You ciever few. DOROTHY GREEN. VIL Hidden name of a great statesman. am glad. 1 wontsell. VIIL Place the first nine figures in nine squares, 5o that the sum of any three in any line will give the amount represented by fifteen. M. SELIG. IX. (1) Highest mountain in the worla. (2) Largest river. (3) Greatest cave. (4) Greatest wall, (5) Largest bell. (6) Highest tower. X. All the following words must rhyme with “sake”: A bird, a fish, a garden tool, to obtain possession of, a kind of serpent, to quench, a kind of fern, a body of water, to create, a schoolboy’s delight, a ship’s officer and to tremble with fear. XI. A tropical fruit, a vegetable, a vege- table, a shell fish, a vegetable, a snake-lfke fish and a vegetabie. 1f rightly guessed and placed in order given the first letters will spell name of a month. XII. Fruit enigma: 1-5 of a lemon plus £ of & pear plus 15 of an apple plus 16 of an orauge plus X of a pine equals what fruit? I Names of those who sent in answers to all or & majority of puzzles for September 13: Dorothy Green, P. Peters, Theo Joos, Dodo Fritschi. For September 20: Pearl Huckstep, Irene Anderson, Gretta Cluff, Alice M. Bell and Max Selig.