The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, November 8, 1896, Page 24

-THE SAN FRANCISCO CALL, SUNDAY, NOVEMBER 8, 1896. Sr.Menotac Hurrah for McKinley! Hurrah! burrah! hurrah! I knew you would all favor the idea of a club. 1t will create such a feeling of good- fellowship among the children of our State, and make you strive to do your very best. Next week I shall publish tbe names of those entizled to membership. Now for some rules to be strictly ob- | served by the C. R. C.: 1. Write only on one side of your paper. 1L Be sure to have your letters contain some item of interest to otners; something about your city or town, about your pets or about the books you read. 1IL. Consult your dictionary often, so you will correctly spell and use words with regard to their true meaning. IV. Always read over your story or rhyme to some older and wiser person than yourself, who will give you good advice as to its merit. V. When youn contribute puzzles, enigmas, etc., please always state whether they are original or selected. VI When you send in sny contribution for the page always write the letters C. R. C. after your name. Little Beckie Heino—I cannot publish any of your story until you have sent it all in, Ooy Pvtj-('éent‘ William McKinley Is President! We are very glad to see So noble a man in office, With principles high of degree. He was born in Niles, Ohlo, Inthe year of forty-three. He was educated in public schools And the Portland Academy. Hestudied and became a lawyer, But, in his twenty-sixth year, Like many others before him, Resigned for his coun:ry dear. His reputation is military, As well a8 political, too, He authorized the “McKin'ey bill,” A very great thing to do. As an orator he is a champlon, And in favor of home rule ana gold, While Bryan, for free trade and silver, Was sadly left out in the cold. And now McKinley’s our President, And we're very nuppy to see So wortny a man in oifice To govern this “land of the free.” FowLER MALLETT (age 13 years), e e A IDog’S Own Btovy. Ersa L. Upnam. To start with I must introduce myself. I am not one of the kind to brag, but I really am a beautiful, large Newfoundland dog with curly white and biack hair. I have lived in this place ever since I was a little, tiny puppy. My young mistress is my dearest friend, for she loves me better than any one else does. My mistress has two brothers, so of course, I have two masters. The elder one is too busy most of the time to pay any attention to me, but the younger one and 1 hav: many a merry frolic together, and I love him dearly. I am a good watchdog, so every ons is kind to me. My name is Rex. It was given to me by my young mistress when I was a little puppy. I heard her say to her father: *Papa, I'm going to call my dog ‘Rex.’ ‘It is short, musical and, best of all, it means king.” T’ve since tried to be a king in deed as well as name, but one night ‘I sadly dis- graced myself. ! This is how it happened. ' One day a big dog, who lives here also, ate every speck of my dinner. Of course, a fight followed, during which I bit his ear and he bit my mouth. I cried and howled until my mistress ¢ame out in her pretty dinner dress and took me into the kitchen, where she bathed my wounds with nice cool water, and gave me a whole pan of fresh milk. This was fine treatment, and made me glad that I'd been hurt, but after awhile when she put some nasty tasting salve on my lips and told me not to lick it off, I felt pretty sorry then. Then [ got scolded for fighting besides. Ihad a very happy time when I was a puppy. My mistress gave me a fine bath every Saturday. But now I am heavier than she is, and have to take my baths in the river. 3 Now, I've spent a good deal of time in telling you about myseif, and I hope you like me. I am very affectionate, and would be very happy to have a good romp with the boys and girls of **Childhood’s Bavdey Polcj'. When a man wants his whiskers trimmed or a boy needs a hair-cut he looks around for a place that has ared- and-white pole in front of it, and as soon as he sees such a pole he knows he has found a barber-shop. But why does a bar- ber always have this Lind of a sign in front of his shop? In times gone by, before the world knew as much about medicine as it does now, everybody thought it was the proper thing to get rid of some of his blood now and then, eepecially in spring time. This was called blood-letting, and was done by the barbers, who also pulled teeth, and did several other things in those days be- sdes cutiing hair. The operation of blood-letting required the use of a small pole or stick, which the patient held in bis band, and two bandages—one to wrap around the arm before the cut was made, and the other to bind the wound after the bieeding was over. Two bandages, ready for use, were kept wrapped around a red pole and displayed in the door or window as & sign to the public. After a time, in- stead of going to the trouble of winding strips of cloth about the pole, white stripes were painted on the pole to represent the bandages, and from that day until this barbers have always used that kind of a sign. There are very few barbers to-day who know why they use a red and white pole, and some of them try to give it a patriotic meaning by painting their signs red, white and blue. This is all very well, fora man has a right to do what he likes with his sign, but it takes away what little sense still remains in usinga blood-letting sign for a barber-shop.—St. Nicholas. ;& F"nflé (Dza]’. 1 like this kind old sunpy soul, ‘Whom notning can annoy; His pleasant smile is e’er the same, To till my heart wi:h joy. 1like his quaint, ungain]y shave; 1 1ike his big round face. Although be's clumsy through and through, To me he’s full of grace. Indeed, he’s sweet enough to eat— Feet, elbows, legsand head— This very dear old gentieman, Who's made of gingerbread. —Harper's Round Table. étou Fov C('I\BJ Folkj. Once upon a time there was a little boy who'did not like to have his face nor his hands washed at all. ‘One evening when Bridget, his nurse, was trying hard to make him nice ana clean, and he was kicking and ¢creaming and making a ter- rible racket, lo and behold, all of a sud- den, he shot right' out of Bridget’s arms, up, up through the ceiling! This, of course, frightened the poor nurse so'much that’she rin to his mother, crying at the top of her voice. The lady exclaimed in astonishment and fear, “‘Come, come, let's search the house! Ob, dear! . Ob, dear! What shall we do without Kenneth!” “Wull, shure, mum, he went through the ceilin’, he'did!" GOBOLINKS, t} Dear Editor: 1send you two funny gobolink men to make love to you. Their names are Jakey and Jim. Please put their pictures in and you will make me grin. Yours truly, . « HELEN WiILLs (7 years old). Two gobolink beetles, one bright spring day, Went out to walk on the king’s highway. They had not met for & long, long time, And o they concluded together to dine. After dinner they thought they would go for a walk, But before they started they had a good talk. R. MAUD MALLORY. My friend,” quoth the tailless gobolink, “At you I don’t mean to rail, But you are quite a curious object With that long thing called a tail.” “Don’t say it,” his brother responded, +‘For if such long things were for sale You'd not think of the curious object But possess your own self of a tail.” GRACE CLARK, Oh, see this old bear— Hey diddle, hey diddle! He went two ways at once And split in the middle, | 71/ Sy o SMAARY W I‘黑” - O ICHARDS-~ “That'doesn’t matter, he may be in the attic.” 8o they both climbed up the stairs, Bridget wringing her bands and crying, “Oh, mum, it was not me fault at all, at all!” Mrs. Nolan happened to think that it was Halloween and tried to comfort the nurse and herself by saying: “Youknow, Bridget, goblins and fairies hold full sway to-night, and I'm sure they have taken him away for a little while to teach him a lesson and will bring him back to us soon all safe and sound.” Of course they didn’t find him in the attic, and I know my little readers are anxious to learn what had really become of him. ‘Well, after he had been carried through the ceiling and through the roof by strong hands that be could not see, then over trees and housetops, he was suddenly let down into a very strange place. It was just like a great big batbtub, and there he had to stand in water (just think of it; i his nightgown, too), while all around Hffo('sm i - ShiPvieck In the ‘terrible story of the sinking of the great British warship Victoria the ouly gleam of brightness is the heroism displayed by members of the doomed ves- sel’s crew. Itis always inspiring to read how brave men face death. The newspaper dis- patches tell us that the Victoria’s sailors maintainea rigid discipline up to the moment when their ship sank into the deep Mediterranean. Even after they had been ordered to save. themselves they pers sisted in their attempt to fix the **collision mat” over the huge breach in the vessel's side. Their commander set them a noble example. When it became evident that nothing could be done to save his sniphe stood motionless and with folded arms at his post on the bridge. A seaman ran up with a lifebelt and offered it to him, but the officer would not permit the sailor to sacrifice his life, and told him to seek his own safety. Admiral Tryon’s heroism recalls that of Captain 'Craven of the Tecumseh in our own civil war. The Tecumseh was one of the monitors that took part in Farragut’s famous fight in Mobile Bay. As she en- tered the harbor where the enemy’s fleet was waiting to receive the attack there was an explosion under her flank. She had struck a submarine mine. The cap- tain was with the pilot when he felt the shock. He knew what it meant. There was little chance of escape from a monitor floating almost submerged. Heran to the narrow door of the pilot-house; sodid the pilot. There was not room for two to pass through. Captain Craven drew back. ‘‘After you vilot,” he said. It meant only the differ- ence of a moment, but it was the moment between life and aeath. The pilot passed through and was saved. The captain went down with his shi: ————— A Remarkable Gat. The vast majority of men who go hunt- ing have trained dogs to accompany them 10 point wherever the game lies, and when the bira is shot to retrieve. There is one hunter in' the world, however, says the Mexican Herald, who has no use for a dog him danced and grinned queer little black R LY O R ) '\ beings, whom he xnew to be goblins, for he had often seen pictures of them. And, worst of all, each one was armed with a sponge, a piece of soap and a towel. Oh, he was so frightened, so, of course, he commenced to scream as loud as he could. That was just what the goblins wished him to do, for with an awful yell they jumped at him and commenced to scrub his face and hands with all their might. How they did splash the water over him! They seemed to enjoy getting soap into bis mouth and eyes! And one ugly little imp did nothing but dig and poke at the poor little boy’s pink ears. He cried and he cried and he cried! Then he was so tired that he stopped, and do you know what bhappened then? Why the very moment he shut his mouth the gob- lins stopped scrubbing him. You had better believe be was glad? Then they told him that if he'a promise to be a good little boy, and never, never cry when his mamma or his nurse wished to wash his face, they would take him back home. Of course he promised, and the funny gob- lins all disappeared, and he was lifted up by the same hands that had brought him there, was carried through the air and let down, oh, so gently, into his own dear little white bed, where his mamma found him fast asleep, when she came down cry- ing from the attic. i'm very glad to say that Kenneth kept his promise ever after- ward. ‘‘How did his nightgown get dry?” asks Harry, “Oh by magie, of cour! The fairy breezes walted through his dainty gown while he was being carried to hisown dear home.” ANNIE Bariey (a little girl). ————— Ohe é(‘l\(‘ejt (Doej-t('on From the Philadelphia American. A dear little girl with eyes of blue, And yellow curls and a dimple, 100 And we love to tease her, as some folks do, And ask her the silllest questions. “Oh, what is Poppy, say, little Ann?” “Poppy ? Poppy? Why, Poppy’s & man.” She smiled at us brightly, as onward we ran With the silliest, silliest questions. “And what 1s Sissy?” The blue eyes gleam. “Sissy’s & gu url” she says with a scream Of laughter as light as a rippling stream, At this silliest, silliest question. “And ? Botty is surely a toy. Of go'den metal with no alloy?" “Botty? Botty? Why, Botty's a boy.” The silliest, silliest question. “Then, what is Mommy?” The blue eves shed A faint love glance, low dropped thie head, “Why, Mommy Is Mdmmy,” little Ann sald To this slliiest, sillies: question. Oh, dear littte girl with eyes of blue, And yellow carls and a dimple, too, Yes, Mommy is Mommy the whole world * “through; 3 2 E0 good-by to tne sllliest questions. of this kind, because he is the proud pos- CARRIED OFF BY UNSEEN HANDS. satisfactorily as any dog could do it Unlike most cats, which, prefer to do their hunting indoors, te prey upon rats and mice, and an occasional canary bird when the cage has been left carelessly open, this tabby is a thorough lover of outdoor sport. She accompanies her mas- ter whenever he goes abroad with his gun, and 1s said to show in all cases the most remarkable intellizence. She is fat and sleek as a butter-fed baby, providing most of her meals by *‘setting” and *“‘point- ing"” sparrows when she is not engaged in her dfities asa sportsman’s assistant, although her master is so fond and prond of her that he sees to it that, in the ab- sence of a meal of sparrows, she has all that the most luxurious cat could want for her daily meals. Nothing aisturbs the cat when once she has ferreted out the whereabouts of a bird. Noises of all sorts fail to attract her attention at such a moment. Rigid and crouching, she awaits the crack of the gun before pouncing upon her prey, and but for a slight nervous twitching of her tail, no one would guess that she was a living animal. The singu- | lar partof 1t ail is that she Kas never been trained for this occupation. It seems to have been bora in her, just as poetry is born in poets. She can tell in an instant whether or not her master’s shot has been true, and has never been known to chase after a bird that was not wounded and brought to the ground. A GOLDEN AUTUMN. -A’L .AE n écng Hark to the autumn wind murmuring! myst- ical, musical, Wandering everywhere, singing the flowers to sleep. Crooning o’er meadow and hillside a melody magical, Breathing itlow where the leaves of the forest lie deep: Whispering ever, “Fear not, though thy beauty forsake thee! Weary earth listen, and yield to my lullaby sweet! Sweet shall thy dreams be; and surely, till spring shall awake thee The hours shall be fleet!” Hark to the autumn wind murmuring! tender and sorrowful, Chanting & solemn farewell to the yearthatsi past. Strange and majestic the measure that swells, till the wondertul, Heart-thrilling cadences fall into silence at last, Sighing, “Adieu to the seasons of beauty and glory! Peace to the days that are conquered foreven by night! Summers whose suns are unrisen shall finish thy story; Thy end shall be bright!” GRACE A. TIMMERMAN, —_———— The Children’s Poet. As we all know, Mr. Field was ever gen- tle and tender to the little ones. If they were in any way weak or afflicted they ap- pealed all the more strongly to the love of which his heart was so full. His nature was as simple as a child’s, and he loved the children’s toys as much as they did. His sympathetic enjoyment of their pleas- ure in any new toy was a revelation to the every-day man or woman. One day I went with him into a toystore to get some little things for the babies, as he rarely went home empty-handed. After he haa purchased several things he ordered a dozen medium-sized bisque dolls. 1 won- dered what he was going to do with so many, and put the question to him. He answered: **Oh, Ilike to have them, and when little girls come to see me I can give them a dolly to take home.” Some time after his death the family found thebox that bad contained the dolls. There was only one left, and that one in some way had been broken. It was only a few weeks before his life ended that he bought these dolis—so he must bave had many visits from his little friends.—'*Recollections of Eugene Field.” —_——— Fairies’ Jears. BY LILLIAN W. ROUNTREE. They're fairies’ tears upon the window pane! (They're ies’ tears, though you may call them “ral Why did they ery? Because they could not play; Because it's such a very rainy day. —Inter Ocean. At a social eathering not long ago some one mentioned the name of a gentleman prominent in literature. “What does he do for a living?” asked an elderly lady, who knew more about HE WAS BESET BY GOBLINS. sessor of a cat that does the work quite as | making mince pies than about literary matters. “‘He is a litterateur,” replied a guest. *What's that?” ‘A man who makes books.” “Well, I declare! What high-sounding names they’ve got for things nowadays! They used to call men in that business bookbinders when I was a girl.” Belic ponn, Sweet-faced, blue-eyed, sun-burned lad, In ragged, turned-up pantaloons clad; Out on the soft sand far he dares, _ Dangers curround him, but little he cares; Digging for clams to buy mother bread, For she is sick and father is dead. Truly, no better Iad under the sun Than this littie, brown clam-digzer, “Bobbie Dunn.” GLADYS STARR. “My son,” said the graybeard, ‘“you are about to go forth now to do battle with the world.” “Yes, father,” answered the young man, “One of the first things you should learn, my boy,” the old man" continued, “4s to learn to say ‘No.""” | } ‘I think I understand.” “I don't know whether you do or not, AFTER DINNER. The point I am trying to get at is that the habit of saying ‘Naw’ and ‘Nit’ was n!l right while you were at college, but it isn’t the correct thing for a business SAN FrANcrsco, Oct. 20, 1896. Dear Editor: We have been taking THE CALL over seventeen years and are always pleased with it. Iam anxious to read the children’s page. I have thought of writing to you for a long time, but have failed until now. 1hope to see my letter in THE CALL. I am 12 years old. Yourlittle reader, GussiE J. KNUTZ. CLOVERDALE, Oct. 25, 1896. Dear Editor: This is my first letter to your paper. I have a brother older than I, who reads your paper with great interest and wishes he were old enough to vote this elec- tion. Hg is a red-hot Republican. We are all for McKinley. Ihave a little brother 6 years old, who says every night in his prayers, “God make ‘Kinley’ get elected.” Hoping to see my letter in Childhood’s Realm, Iam your littl friend, NELLIE C. SEDGLEY. SAN RAFAEL, Oct. 30, 1896. Dear Editor: This is my first letter to THE CALL, and I thought Iwould tell you some- thing about San Rafael. Last nightwe hada Republican meeting and had & nice display of fireworks and the San Rafael band played. The hall was crowded with people. I 1was very fond of thatstory by the name of “Hayseed.” I think there are not very many boys that have the courage 10 do what Hayseed did. I guess I will close now, hoping to see tkis pub- lished 1n next Sunday’s CALL Your loving friend, PHILIP VOGEL. PACIFIC GROVE, Cal., Oct. —, 1896. Dear Editor: 1am a little girl, 11 years old. 1go to school nere and am in the sixth grade. Miss Rouse is our tescher. I have two sisters, one 12 and the other 8, and they also go to school. Wo came here last July from isyra- Y. Ihope the women will soon vote. Iam for McKinley for Presidentand Frances Willard for an M. E. bishop. I like to go down to the beach and watch the waves and pick up shel.s. We had a long ride coming here ana were all tired out when we arrived. We saw a good many strange things on the way. Idon't like a sleeping-car. I think the Indian squaws do not go crazy over big sleeves. It seemed as if we would never get through the mountains. It was fun setting table when the cars were running around the curves. Ineverateany fresh figs before I came to California anc I can't say I iike them, but I have iearned to like olives. I enjoy most of the fruits of Cali- fornia and the climate, for it agrees with mamma, who was not well in the East. Iread some of the letiers in the children’s corner of THE CALL and thought 1 would write a letter, too, and if you print this I may write another some time. Your little friend, MILLIE MYRA TURTELOT. CALISTOGA, Cal, Nov. 1, 1896, Dear Editor: 1 have been very much inter- ested by Childhood’s Realm,so I thoughtI would write. Iama little girl 12 years of age. 1gotothe Calistoga public school and am in the fourth grade. My teacher’s nameis Mrs. C. A, Carroll. Thisis my first letter to THE CALL, and I hope it will be in the paper. Ihave a brother and his name is Walter; to- day is his fifteenth birthday. Iguessl will bring my letter to a close. Your little writer, IRENE M. PHILLIPS. FoLsox, Cal., Oct. 31, 1896. Dear Editor: Thisismy first letter to THE CatL. I like thechildren’s page very much. I read it every Sunday after dinner. I am 9 years old and am in the third grade. Our teacher’s name is Miss Lawson. Your new friend, DorA F. COHN. SANTA CrUZ, November, 1896. Dear Editor: This 1s the first time I have written you a letter, aithough I am a constant reader of the children’s page. Our family all like THE CALL very much. Iam 11 yearsold and attend the Mission High School and am in the fifth year. Everybody is excited over the coming election. I am for McKinley, and mamma calls me her little goldbug. 1 have no brothers nor sisters, but have a number of vplaymates and a few pets. My favorite is a dear black cat, which I call “Nig.” You would be surpriszd if you knew how many tricks he has learned. 1have several dolls, so I manage to keep busy and do not get lone- some at all. Ishall close now, hoping you will find room’ for this on the children’s page. I remain your little friend, MAY B. ROSSER. HAYWARDS, Cal., Oct. 25, 1896. Daar Editor: This is my first letter to THg CarL. I like “Childhood’s Realm.” Ilivein the country and have lots of pets. But I like our hunting dcgs the best. We have three. I like my saddle horse, t0o, because she is so {risky. Irun lots of races and take girls home from school. I can ride bareback and with the saddle.. I think it is lots of fun to lope and to tide likea cowboy, although I am a girl of 12 years of age. Ihave tried tosolve one of the puzzles and hope it is right. My papa takes THE CALL and thinks it the best paper; so do mamma and L. Your new reader, 5 OTTILE HASENBALG, SOUTH SAN FRANCISCO, Oct. 29, 1896, Dear Editor: 1am a littié girl 9 years old. I go to the Burnett School and am in the third grade. My teacher's name is Miss Schendel. She is & kind teacherand I like her very much. Ihave a little niece 17 months old. Her name is Myrtle Aynens. I like to read “Childhood’s Realm,” so please do not throw my letter into the waste-basket. Your friend, PEARE J. WALRATH. REEDLEY, Cal,, Oct. 27, 1896. Dear Editor: Seeing in Sunday’s CaLL of October 18 that you had not forgotten me I thought I would write and let you know that I had not forgotten you either. Our school be- fln September 21. We have monthly exam- nations, and as our year's standing depends on them we are quite busy. Election is draw- ‘ng near, and grandpa waiches anxiously each NS X.- A PROVERB—BY ELLA R, CALL for some cheering paragraph about Me- Kinley. There was quite a heavy rain last night and to-day, and we are afraid it injured some of the raisins. I have tried some of the puzzles, ana I hope I have been successful, Ever your friend, R. MAUD MALLORY. SAN FRANCISCO, Cal., Oct. 27, 1896. Dear Editor: As I have been reading the children’s page I thought I would like to have my letter printed 1n next Sunday’s paper. L am only a little girl 7 years old. I go to St. Peter's Academy and am in the first grade. I like to go to school. I have one little brother, and he goes to school also. My brother’s name is Raymond. I have a littie chum whose name 1s Katie Lamb. She goes to school with me and we are in the same grade. I think my letter is long enough for the first one. Hoping to see it in next Sunday’s paper Iremain your little friend, LORETTA MURPHY. OAKLAND, Cal., October 27, 1896. Dear Editor: 1 am a little boy 10 years of age. One Sunday I went for a ride down to Niles. We started about 8 o’clock in the morn- ing; went through East Oakland to Fitchbur then to Elmhurst, where the electric-car ho is; then to San Leandro, where we took a other road. We drove through Mount Eden and saw the salt-mounds. They look like white marble pyramids. (I have been reading about the great pyramids at school.) Some day I am go- ing to Alvarado, and then I shall tell you all about the saltworks. We passed the sugar- beet factory and crossed a bridge over Niles Creex. We drove through the California Nursery and saw pretty flowers and all kinds of trees and palms. We had our lunch in Niles Canyon, and I made a stove of rocks and got some sticks and built a fire, and had roast potatoes. We came home by the way of Haywaras and San Leandro, after a very pleasant day. Iread the children's page every Sunday, and like it very much. 1have to close now, or the letter will be too long. One ot your little readers, Lorts M. MCKENNEY. 1365 Franklin street. ALAMEDA, Cal,, Nov. 2, 1896. Dear Editor: This is my first letter to THE CALL. Ilike to read the letters and the puppy tales in the “Realm.” I go to the Congrega- tional Sunday-school. Iam for McKinley and protection. Iknow McKinley is going to win. Ilike to follow and watch tne parades as they go by. 1f McKinley is elected I shall buy a horn and everybody will come out the night atter election and blow horns and beat drums. Tam saving election cards and remain in Alas meda. ROBBIE MILLER. PUZZLES i Gorrect Answers for November 1. I. Max Selig. II. Sunday (mistake in printing). III. Hidden cities— Boston. Berlin. Honolulu. IV. “Much Ado About Nothing.”—William Shakespeare. V. George Washington. VI Because he made us steel (steal) pens, VII. When he slept with his forefathers, VIIL Omitted by mistake. IX. Level—l-l-eve. X. Calliope—clip-aloe. XI. Sop-his-try—Sophistry, XIIL No-verb-me—November. XIIL Topaz. f ] | | | i ————————— Names of Puzzle-Solvers. For October 25—Maud Mallory and Hilda Lippi; for November 1—Lillie Maskow, Clifton H. Murray, Elma Weekes, William Sea Jr., Eva M. Bolger, Hilda Lippi, Beulah Masterson, Alma Sea, Ida Wightman, Max Selig, Rettia Waldan, Antoinette Crawford, Alice Bell and Theodore Joos. Pleasant letters have also been received from the following young friends: Nellie Peters, Jessie Oglivie, lrene Campbell, Willie Kirby, Rose Bock, Eva M. Bolger, Cornelia S. Currey, E. Lyman Sargeant, George Kenny, Christina Petterson, Elss L. Upham, J. E. Mc- Kenny, Chester Townsend, R. and E. Schwarz- mann, ‘Bessie Stanbro, Angelina Pedrotli, Lot. tie Rattraz, Amelia White, Elizabeth Willis, Laura Levin, Rettia Waldan, Mary and Beulah Masterson, Ruth Sadler and T. Joos. —————— New Puzzles. 1. My 1is a “‘fine fellow.” My 2 is a kind of fish. My whole is “polished in manners.” IL From a “clergyman” take a “title” and have something much loved. 1IL. Transpose the letters of & word meaning “gaudy” or “showy” and have a word mean- ing “maute.” 1V. Lost coin. Do not read in the dim evening light. V. “Hidden Animals,” contributed by Lillie Maskow: (@) Do end that game. (b) Itis hot- ter here than there. (¢) The havoc at the bat- tle was great. (d) The mast, if found, will bebrought. (¢) Jim willbe arrested. (f) Have yous penny? (g) Ghostand ogres are imagi. nary beings. VI. Dropped vowels—A proverb: Lytlvndlvtly. MAUD MALLORY. VIL Pi: Afnbkjinranenmli. The name of & great man. whose disciple Edison is. BEULAH MASTERSO; VIIL. Why is language like violent quarr ? NELLIE PETERS. iX. Tam a wholesome f00d; benead me and A. CRAWFORD, T’m a cold, hard substance. HARTNELL. )