The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, December 6, 1896, Page 26

THE SAN FRANCISCO CALL, SUNDAY, DECEMBER 6, 1896. What is our duty here? | To pluck the flowers that round us blow, | Scattering their fragrance as wo go. Sigh not for summer hours, 1 What though the dark sky lowers; | Welcome, ye wintry & | Our sunshine is w Momr. | Ab, you know the you're right, of cour to us the most precio days of the year and Go, boys and girls, get wreaths and gar- | lands of holly and we’ll deck him from head to foot! hen he'll smile and those blue eyes of his wil! twinkie and twinkle as he thinks of the many surprises he has in store for us ali. Quite a number of boys and girls have written this week making inquiries about our cluband what they must do in order to be admitted. In answer to them I pub- lish the following: The initials C. R. C. stand for Child- hood’s Realm Club. To become a member you are required to contribute an original story or puzzle for our page. As soon as a contribution of yours is worthy of being published and appears in print then you may write the letters C. R. C. after your name. We are very glad to bhave you all take such an interest in this work, and have been much pleased at the excellence of your work. December stone is th 1f cold December gave you bi The 'y Ty month of mirth— Place ou your hand a turquoise biue, Success will bless whate’er you do. The sentiment of holly is foresight. turquoise. g A @vsnt;ne. BY MARY F. BUTIS. Swallow, dear swallow, Hasten from ib The ant with her pac! Has just hurried by. Madame Honey-Bee, Who started with the day, Has carried home her honey, And packed it all away. Work and play are over, The evening sky is red; Let all the little people Hurry home to bed. Ghe (53)137@ : Xeo')Lg Kn"ght. A Romantic Story of the Days of Good King Arthur. From Golden Days. i In Lyonesse there reigned a King called Meliodas, who was a great hunter and warrior. One day, while he was out with his train, a snow-white hart dashed past kim, and pursuing it into the depths of | the forest he became seperated from his | followers. Then an encbantress, who had sent the hart to lure the King into her trap, imprisoned him in her castle, and | his followers sought but could rot find him. ‘When the Queen, who was a sister to King Mark of Cornwall, heard of the King's disappearance, she searched in the | | 2nd with forests with only her attendant for com- | panion. At last she fell sick from fatigue and sorrow, and one beautiful morning she closed her eyes upon the world, breathing her last words into the ear of her faithful gentlewoman, who held her in her arms while her spirit fled. “When the King returns tell him to | bave my little son called Tristram,” she prayed, “‘for that means sorrowful birth.” And it was done as she asked. King Meliodas loved Tristram for the sake of the dead Elizabeth, but when the child was 7 vears old he married again. The new mother learned to hate the boy, for in him she saw the rival of her own children to the inheritance of the crown. So bitter did her thoughts become that at last she laid a foul trap for the murder of | Tristram. The young Princes played togetherin a beautiful room in the palace and ona table there the Queen placed a silver cup containing a liquid poison. She hoped that after playing Tristram would drink from it in his thirst; but her cruel deed cost her much suffering, for instead of Tristram one of the other Princes took the draught and the unhappy Queen saw her own child die from the effect of her deed. After this her hatred seemed even greater toward the innocent cause of her anguish, and again she put poison in the cup with murderous intent. But again the boy was protected and the Queen was foiled. King Meliodas, coming into the room to see the Princes at their play, felt very thirsty after the morning’s hunt, and, taking up the siiver goblet brimful of | sparkling liquid, would have quaffed it. But the Queen justthen entered the room, a cry dashed forward and snatched the cup away, spilling the con- tents on the floor. Then in her fright at what she had done she stood trembling | before the monarch, and good cause she had to fear. Drawing his sword the King stood above ber and commanded her to speak the truth and tell what the cup contained, for her action had aroused his suspicions and the knowledge that his other son had been poisoned seemed but to confirm his fear. The wretched woman confessed her guiit, but she pleaded for mercy on the ground that her love for her own children had made her do the deed. But the King was inexorable. He called his barons together and the council confirmed the King’s de- cision that the Qusen should be burnt at the stake. When the news of the terrible punish- ment was noised abroad the people came from far and near to witness the awful spectacle. The stake was erected in the courtyard, the fagots piled around its base and as the mist lifted in the morning the Queen was led forth and bound. Amidst awful stillness a burning brand was thrown on the pile and the flames leaped up. Just at that moment, Tristram, who saw | the whole spectacle from a window in the | castle, rushed down, his face white and drawn with agony. Falling at the feet of the King, he cried: “A boon, sire! I crave a boon!” “’Tis thine, my beloved son! Speak!” “Oh, give me the life of thy Queen, my mother!” he cried. “Nay, thou shouldst not ask that. Itis for thee that I have condemned her. Ask something else!” But the boy only cried more loudly: “’'Tis all 1wish! Spare her for my sake!"’ “My word is given,”’ the King answered. “Take her yourself from the fire. She is yours to do with as you please.”” All this took but a moment. The flames et D o Little TommyTrim— ; His hat had nobrim ) Buthe wore it with a verygood . —#2 TI5a pleasant thing you see, / "= When I'm out about”said 0 feel the sun a shimin i your Little George Brow , Hishat had nocrown, / Butheliked it all the better sohesatt 7 “When the rain iscomingdown, "7/ o ( ) 7 Y ,/,:/'/' i 1 fl";" il e On ahat without a crw, E You canhearit pitter-patter on your head Pyl i 000000800 st ) 9 had not yet reached the stake, when Trist- ram sprang across the burning pyre, trampling the fire under his feet, and, cut- ting the cords that bound her, dragged the half-fainting Queen to safety. Not content with the performance of this noble deed, which won for him even more love and esteem from the court and the countryside than had before been lavished upon him, Tristram found no peace or rest till he had effected a reconciliation petween the King and the Queen. But while he forgave her, Meliodas feared to keep Tristram near the Queen, though she showed by every sign that her hate had turned to love, since the boy saved her life. Tristram, therefore, was put under the charge of a learned man called Gouvernail, who took him to France, where he learned the language, the manners and customs of the people, and how to play on the harp and on all other musical instruments. For seven years he remained away, and in his fifteenth year he returned to his father’s court, When he reached the age of 19 years he was the handsomest youth in the king- dom. Tall, straight as an arrow, with a powerful form and a face in which strength and gentleness met, he showed in his outward semblance but the truth of his character. He haa vproved himself gentle hearted, loyal and kind, unselfish and pure-minded, such a youth as one would expect to find in the court of King Arthur, though as yet Tristram had not set foot there. Though brave and valorous and strong, the youth had not yet sought knighthood by deeds of arms. But events were shap- ing themselves that would soon call him into action. It happened about this time that King Anguish of Ireland and Tristram’s uncle, King Mark of Cornwall, had a disagreement. The ruler of Irelend sent to King Mark, demanding the payment of a tribute, which for seven years had re- mained uncanceled. King Mark sent the messenger back with the answer that he owed no tribute nor would he pay it; but thatif King Anguish wished to prove his claim he must send a champion who could overcome King Mark’s champion. At this answer the monarch of Ireland was very wroth, and he selected Sir Marhaus, a knight of the Table Round, and brother to his wife, for his champion. Sir Marhaus hastened to Cornwall, ac- companied by a following, and his fleet of six ships were soon anchored near the castle of Tintagil. From there Marhaus sent a challenge to King Mark, but he had neglected to provide a champion. Then word was sent out over Cornwall that a champion for the Cornish right was challenged by Marhaus. At first King Mark’s councilors advised sending to Ar- thur's court for Sir Launcelot du Lake, but as Marhaus also was a knight of the Table Round, the inadvisability of doing this was soon seen. Day after day passed, each succeeding one seeing a new challenge sent by Mar- haus to the King. And yet throughout all Cornwall no knight appeared, for well they all knew the strength and valor of Marhaus and that no glory could come to them in encounter with him. At last the news spread to the court of Meliodas, and Tristram hearing it felt all the anger in his youthful bosom roused that 1n all Cornwall no knight was valiant enough to face the champion of Ireland. Seeking his father he poured forth his indignation and besoughvhim to think of some way by which the honor of Cornwall might be saved. “My son,” Mellodas answered him. *I know not what can be done. Marhaus is a valiant knight. King Arthur chooses only the bravest to sit at his Table Round. I fear that in all the land no knight can cope with Sir Marhaus.’’ “Say you so!” the excited youth cried. “Oh! Itonly I were a knight I would show Sir Marhaus that the land is not full of cravens! Shall we let him return to Ireland to boast that in all Cornwall there was no knight to break a spear with him! Oh, my father, let me depart to my uncle’s court. Perhaps he may knight me and let me hold arms as his champion !’ Concluded next week. Bag oy Hal\sékev(};('cij. This bag for soiled handkerchiefs hLas proved a very useful as well as ornamental addition to the fur- nishing of a bedroom. It is made of heavy linen or momie cloth, twelve inches wide and thirty long. To each end of this strip sew a piece of yellow satin twelve inches wide and nine long. Fold the strip to- gether and sew up the sides into a bag. Turn down the satin at the top, and shir so as hold a ring of wood or whalebone six inches in diam- eter and leave a standing frill. Sew small brass ornaments to the bottom of the bag, and attach ribbons to hang it by. The linen may be embroidered in any fan- ciful design, and any other color may be substituted for the yellow. TheEagle o7\ the Golng If you have a silver dollar of 1836, 1838, or 1839, or one of the first nickel cents coined in 1856, you will find upon it the true portrait of an American eagle which was for many years a familiar sight in the streets of Philadelphia. “Peter,” one of the finest eagles ever captured alive, was the pet of the Phila- delphia mint, and was generally known as the “mint bird.” Notoniy did he have free access to everv part of the mint, going without hindrance into the treasure | vaults, where even the Treasurer of the United States would not go alone, but used his own pleasure in going about the city, flying over the houses, sometimes perching upon Jamp-posts in the streets Everybody knew him and admired him," and even the street boys treated him with respect. The Government provided his daily fare, and he was as much a part of the mint establishment as the superin- tendent or chief coiner. He was so kindly treated that he had no fear of anybody or anything, and he might be in the mint yet if he had not roosted on one of the great fly-wheels. The wheel started without warning, and Peter was caught in the machinery. One of his wings was broken, and he died a few days later. The superintendent had his body beautifuily mounted, with the wings spread to their fullest extent; and to this day Peter stands in a glass case in the mint’s cabinet, where you may see him whenever syou go there, An exact portrait of him as he stands in the case was put upon the coins named.—Harper’s Young People. A Tale of Gen Grav- tlefj'. Ten weary, footsore travelers, All in a'woeful plight, Sought shelter at a wayside inn One dark and stormy night. “Nine beds—no more,” the landlord said, “Have I to offer you; To each of eight a single room, But the ninth must serve for two.” A din arose. The troubled host Could only scrateh his head; For of those tired men no two Could oceupy one bed. The puzzled host was soon at ease— He was a clever man— And 5o to please his guests devised This most ingenious plan: A|B|C|D|E[F IGVHII‘: In room marked A two men were placed; The third he lodged in B; The fourth to C was then assigned— The fifth retired to D; In E the sixth he tucked away, In F the seventh man; The eighth and ninth in G and H And then to A he ran, Wherein the host, as I have said, Had laid two travelers by, Then taking one—the tenth and last, He lodged him safe in L Nine single rooms—a room for each— Were made to serve for ten, And this it is that puzzles me And many wiser men. [Contribution from an old scrapbook by CELIA MAY.] GOBOLINKS. A silhouette butterfly— The kind that fiies very high— 1 haven’t a doubt But the recent sky “scout” (The Capitol's scare) Was that same “feller” there! The query before Clifornia to-day Is “What is 1t? Where is it? Who is it, pray?’ Santa Cruz, Nov. 21, 1896. ITE. A poor old Moo Cow’s skull, A “yoid as well as a “null”— It ’scaped “mock turtle soup,” Also the mince pie group! Two wrens christeved it ‘thome,” From it refuse to roam. “Nine points of law,”’ they say; And who will say them nay. Santa Cruz, 1896. ItE. BIRDS OF ILLOMEN, OTHERWISE CuBa AND *SPAIN POSING ASY UP Tooared GOBOLINKS' See here—Cuba and Spain Are at it again! Uncle S8am in the distance looks on in disdain. He'd stand for the right In the hand-to-hand fight, But he's mildly enjolned jpst to keep out of sight. 8o he tosses his slippers At both, out of spite. Santa Cruz, Nov. 21, 1896. ITe. Narrow Escape. Patrick, coming into a streetcar, found only one seat vacantand promptly took it. \\L e i ¥ TN T A NEW RIBBON FOR THE PET LAMB. “That’s so, Pat,” answered some one. “‘Bekase,”’ he went on, “if I was comin’ asicond later I'd beafther havin’ crowdhed mesilf out of me sate!” Co émtz Q:le'. SAN FRANCISCO, Cal., Dec. 2, 1896. Dear 0!d Santa Claus: 1 received your lovely little book. last year and the story wasvery nice. ‘I enjoyed it very much. I thought I would write to you and ask you if you are going to send anything this year, If you are I hope to receive something from you. ITama littlegirl 5 yearsold and I can’t write very well, but I guess you will not look at the writing. Please send me one of your little books. Good- by, dear old Santa Claus, good-by. ROSIE ROSENBERG. 38 Weshington avenue. SAN FRANCISCO, Nov. 29, 1896. Dear Editor: 1always have taken a great in- terest in the children’s page, but I never had a letter in it yet. Papa has taken THE CALL a long, long time, and never changes for any other paper. Iam 8 years old and- go to the St. Peter’s College, which is near my home. As my poetry about “Jimmie and Belle” was in print the other Sunday I would like to see this letter also. We learn to write poetry at the college. Ialso have written a piece about THE CALL, shall Isend it to you? Isentyou two letters already which you did not print, but Iam trying to practice a useful saying which we all know, “if you don’t at first suc- ceed, try, try again.” Your “try, try again” little friend, ‘WILLIE LYONS, 203 Twenty-fourth street. SAN JosE, Cal, Dec. 1, 1896, Dear Editor: Iam 8 yearsold,and I am in the second grade. My father takes THE CaLy, and Ilike it very much. The History of Hay- seed and Wiliie’s Bad Bargain were splen- did. Ihave two brothers and one sister, all younger than I am. We make jack-lanterns out of pumpkins, and have good times with them. I go to the Lincoln S8chool. Our teacher, Miss Stern, had us write to Santa Claus to-day. I hope he will get my letter, and vou will print this one to surprise my grandma. Your little friend, ARTHUR FIELD. FoLsoM, Cal., Nov. 24, 1896. Dear Editor: 1 thought I would write, be- cause I have not seen any from Folsom. It is raining very hard, and I can’t go out to play. We are having vacation now. I have a pet dog named Fido and a cat named Pete. Your friend, Dora FANNIE COHN. SAN FRANCISCO, Nov. 9, 1896. Dear Editor: This is my first, but, I hope, not last, letter to THE CALL. I am in the seventh grade and am 12 years old. I have two pug dogs, Daisy and Fairy. I am a friend of Maria Chesworth’s, and I go to school with her. Will you please explain to me what (C. R. C.) means, as I should like to belong toit. Ifear my letter is grow- ing too long. I beg of you to put my letter in Sunday’s paper, as I shou!d like my mamma tosee it. Iremain your friend and constant reader, PATRICIA V. DE FERRI. GIANT, Nov. 30, 1896. Dear Editor: Since I wrote to you I have been to Chicago. 1 had-a very pleasant trip. I like the Chutes in San Francisco. Ilove to ride on the merry-go-round. I like toread the Childhood’s Realm. I wish to be a member of the C. R. C. I will be glad when Christmas comes. Ihope my letter will escape the waste- basket. Your little friend, MARGUERITE HOWARD. GREEN VALLEY, Nov. 20, 1896. Dear Editor: I thoughtI would write youa letter. Will you kindly publish it in Chil- dren’s Realm ? I think the letters from the boys and girls are very nice. Iam a little girl 8 vears old, in the fourth grade,andlam a McKinley girl. My papa takes THE CALL. The neighbors call him a black Republican, but I think he is as white as anybody. But heisa McKin ley man all the same. 1 bave two broth- ers. The oidest one is 9 years old and is named George Oscar. My youngest brother’s “It’s looky I come when I did,” he said. ! name is Delmont. " He has a calf, and he has lots of fun riding it like a horse. With best wishes I am your little friend, MARTHA A. BLATR. ALAMEDA, Dec. 2, 1896. Dear Editor: Thisis my first letter to THE CaLL. Ihavea sweet little baby brother. I think be is the prettieét and best baby in the whole of Alemeda. He is alwayslaughing, like our next President, Major McKinley. Your reader, ETHEL D. C. OLSEN. CALISTOGA, Cal., v. 29, 1896. Dear Editor: In to-day’s paper you ask what has become of Eva Navone, so 1 thought I would write and let you know that I am still in existence, although I have neglected the Childhood’s Realm during the last few weeks. Isaw a letter from Irene Phillips some time ago. Iknow herand was glad tosee a letter | from this town written by some one else besides myself. Am I entitled to be a member of the C.R.C.? I have had a story, a poem and about half a dozen letters printed in TuE CaLL. I would like to be a member of the ciub very much. That famous aerial ship was re- ported to have been floating over Calistoga and Santa Rosa on Thanksgiving night. Wish I had seen it. Your friend, M. EVA NAVONE. £Ax FRANCISCO, Cal., Nov. 25, 1896. Dear Editor: 1thought I would write to THE CaLL 1like to go to school. We have spell- ing, arithmetic, geography and langusge. We are going to have a vacation for two weeks in December. At ChristmasI am going to get some playthings. We shall have a small Christmas-tree, and a goose and turkey on Thanksgiving day. Your friend, FRED FIGUERA. OAKLAND, Cal, Nov. 29. Dear Editor: We have had so much fun mak- ing gobolinks, I thought I should write and tell you how much we enjoy your paper. We had some gobolinks ready to send to you last Sunday, but they got spoiled. We will try some more soon. Papa took your paper last summer, when we were at the Etna quicksil- ver mines, and mamma liked it best of all. If you print this letter next Sunday I shall write again and tell you how they get the quick- silver. Hoping this will please you, I am your little friend, GUY PAGNBLLO, age 8 years. Crty, December 3. Dear Editor: Iam just,11 years old and go to school. Ilove to write letters and I tried to write some poetry. lsend you a copy, and if you think it worth puttihgon the children’s page I should be very glad tose2 it. We have three dogs and & Maltese cat, besides lots of chickens, four homing pigeons and eighteen little birds, and the birds are all in one big cage. One of the dogs is & big staghound, one isared Irish setter named Ginger and the other is a fox-terrier His name is Tony and he can do lots of funny tricks. Thisisa long lelter and 1 am afraid it wili take up too much room to print. Your friend, LuLITA BATES, 323 Geary street. PUZZLES Y7 ) s 7/ New Puzzles. Name of a member of the C. R. C. TNLLLLEEAAHR. T. Joos (C. R. C.). I PL IL Cross word enizma. My 1 /s in saw, not in blade. My 2"1s in matron, also in maid. My 3 1sin watch, not in clock. My 4 is in key, not in lock. My 5 is in quarter, not in pound. And my whole may be found in St. Georges Sound. IXA HANSBOROUGH (C. R. C.). 111, Anagrams and definitions. (=) Old sire—One whose dutyis to defend his country. (b) Lest cry—A clear, beautiful transparent substance. (¢) Our big hen—A person who does not live at a great distance. IV. My 1 isa household necessity, My 2 is a grain. My 3 is & medium of exchange. My whole is a United State. . Eva M. BoLezr (C. R. C.) V. Word square. 1—Sour. 2—Give. 8—A thought. 4—Without life. IpA WiGHTMAN (C. R. C.). VI. City puzzle. One-sixth of Boston. One-fourth of Napa. One-eighth of Portiand. One-sixth of Deaver. One-seventh of Madison. My whole is the capital of one of the United States, Jessie HARKIN (C. R. C.). VII. Hidden birds. (8) Is Mr. Provost richer than you? (b) Please crack it, Emma. L. Maskow (C. R. C. VIIL. Why is the following gone? 1D. p T. Joos (C. R. C.) Pnswers to Puzzles of Nov. 22. 1L (a) V+aunt=vaunt (b) V-+ague=vague, 1L (a) OwL (b) Heron. 1L (a) Swallow. (b) Thrush. 1V. 1 Hoard. 2 Hold. 3 Climes. Whole—Childhood’s Realm. V. Crimea. VIIL. Antoinette Crawford. VIIL Olive Heyden. 1X. Potatoes (pot-8-0s), X. Tomatoes (toe-May-toes). Answers to Puzzles of Nov. 29. 1. Willful waste makes woeful want. IL V-alley=Valley. 1L D R A W WORD SQUARES. R A G E A G E 8 WEST g 8 NO W N ONE O NCE W EED V. Hidden birds: Swan, Wren. V1. Dove, Ibis. VIL Mary W. Richards. VIII. The human body. (2) Eyelids. (b) Kneecaps. (c) Eardrums. (d) Feet. (e) Nails. (f) Soles. (8) Muscles. (b) Palms, . (i) Tulips (two lips.) () The apple of the eye (k) Calves. () Hares (hairs.) (m) Hart (heart.) (n) Lashes. (0) Temples. (p) Arms. (q) Vanes (veins.) (r) Inn steps (instep.) (s) Ayes and noes (eyes and nose.) (1) Pupils. IX. 1. Thanks 2. Giving 3. Thanksgiving. Somt H(:S-[ofy Q:)Ej-t('orlj- December's Patriotic Days. 1. What took place December 16, 17732 1L (a) When was Whittier born? (b) Why should the anniversary of his birthday be classed with the patriotic days? TII. What great event happened on December 22, 1620? 1V. Why is Christmas celebrated? Prize Solvers for November 22. T, Joos (C. R. C.), Alms Sea, Retha Waldan (C.R. C.), Alice Bell (C. R. C.), Ethel McClure, For November 20—Ella R. Hartnell (C. R. C.), Zita Fabey, Josephine Raspiller, Ida Wightman, Gretia Cluff, William Ses, Eva M, Bolger, Alice Bell (C. R. C.). Letters Acknowledged. We thank the boys and girls whose names follow for pleasant letters received from them and regret that we have not moom to publish every one of them: Edwin Cecil McClintock, Hattie M. Fair. child, Clara Malone, Grace Fene, Ruth Sadler, Bessie Norton, Alia Goff, Emma Eggers, George Atkinson, Lizzie Hughes, J. W. Erickson, Jose- phine Raspiiier, Ethel McClure, Zita Faher, Clara Thompson, E.F. Oswald, Freddie Hage gerty, Linda Tomaso, Mary Jane Marcum,