The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, February 21, 1897, Page 26

THE SAN FRANCISCO CALL, SUNDAY, FEBRUARY 21. 1897. R e T *URRAH! Hurrah for the great, the ¥ noble Washington! Washington! aking that he refused to let men crown him a kinz! shout! Wave your flags, s and beat your drums in glorious chief, whose name ¥ Arise—'tis the day of our Washjngton’s glory, The garlands upliit for our liberties won, g in your gladness his echoing story, hose sword swept for freedom the fields of the sun. Not with gold nor with gems, with evergreens vernal, banners of stars that the continent span, Crown, crown we the chief of the heroes eter- na Who lifted hiseword for the birthright of man! He gave us & nation, to make it immortal He laid down for freedom the sword that he drew, Ana his shade leads us on to the radiant e glory ot peace and the destinies new. Notw gold, nor with gems, But w ns vernal, And the flags e nations of lib Crown, cro e chief of eternel Who laid down his sword for the birthright of man! y span, the heroes Lead, face of the future, serene in thy beauty, Till o'er the dead heroes the peace-star shall gleam, Tili right shall be might in the counsels of | glotne: duty And theservice of man be life’s glory supreme. Not with gold, nor with gers, But with evergreens vernal, And the flags that the nations in brotherhood span, Crown, crown we the chief of the heroes eter- | ual, | Whaose honor was gained by the service of man! | O spirit of liberty! sweet are thy numbers! | The winds to thy banners their tribute shall | bring Waile rol slumb: And his natal day comee with the angels of spring. We follow thy counsels, 0 nero eternal, To highest achievements the school leads the s the Potomac where Washington owning thy brow with the evergreens vernal, We offer cur all to the service of man. HEZEKIAH BUTTERWORTH, in Youth's yanion. Com- BY I SMITHSON. Georzse Washington Darrel put down his book, and going to the window stood drumming on tbe glass and looking out thoughtfully at the falling snowflakes. To-morrow would be Washinelon’s birth- ‘day, and the boy was thinking of h great namesake. “What does ‘surveying’ mean?” he asked of his grandfather, who sat reading a newspaper, “Surveying? It means measuring lana for making roads and bridges, and all that sort of thing. Why doyou ask? Are you thinking of becoming a civil engi- neer?’ replied the grandfather. “Is that what Washington was?” said George, adding, thougbtfully, “I know he was a soldier. I should rather be a sol- dier ana fight for my country.” “Ido not think your country needs you just now, George,” said his mother, look- ing up from her sewing with a smile, ~but I should be very glad if you would go and clear the snow out of the front yerd for me.” Grandpa saw a cloud gathering on the } | of what he was Y \ i i ] i { i , boy’s face, 50 picking up the book which bis grandson hed laid down he opened it at one of the first chapters and then reaa aloud: | “The youthful George was a kind and | dutiful son to his—'" But before hecould get any further, George had left the room. A few minutes later, he was out in the yard, wrapped up in a worsted muffler, | and shoveling manfully—building, mean- | while, such grand and lofty eastles in the | air. His birthday was the 22d of Febru- | ary, and he had been christened *‘George | Washington.” If he were not destined to be a second father to his country, who was? If only a band of British or French, or even Iu- dians, would come and attack th> town, | | then would be the time for him to show made. How he would lead out the other boys, waving his sword in the air and calling to them to follow | Lim, until they feit nearly, but not quite, | as brave as he. And when theenemy were driven off, he would march home in | triumph, with fligs waving and drums ! | beating, and every one cheering the vic- | tor. And he would always be kind to his | | mother, of course, and sit beside her, with bis arm around Ler neck, just as George | | Washington was doing in one of the pic- | tures in the book. | rupted by a big boy, who held a paper parcei over the garden railing and asked: “Does George Washington Darrel live | here?” For answer, George took the par- | cel and tore off the wrapper hastily, dis | covering, to his great surprise, a large | candy-box made of cardboard, but shaped {and painted in perfect imitation of a hatchet. jrandfather's joke, of course!” he ex- | claimed. ‘‘Aren’t they nice, though?” And he put a supar-plum into his mouth, then ran in to ‘‘pass them round” and thank the giver, though he could not k heip feeling a little hurt at grandtather's thinking it necessary toremind bhim to tell the trath. “It is a birthday present, my boy,” ex- claimed the old man. *“Id:d notintend | it to arrive until to-morrow; buc itdoesn’t matter- u will bave other things to think of then.” Last Christmas George had become the happy owner of a full suit of soidiers’ and he was to march witn the | other boys on Washingto’ns birthday just | behina the real procession. Then in the | evening Le ana grandipa were to take mamma to Aunt Kate's house to see the | fireworks in the square. ““I must go to bed early,” he said, soon after tea, 's0 as to make to-morrow come so0 oner.” “And post this letter for me the first | thing when you vo out,” said his mother. | “Be sure not to forget it, for it is very im- | portant.” | George kissed her and his grandfather good-night ana went upstairs, taking the | letter with hin. | On acbair in his bedroom lay the mili- | tary uniform, and hanging on the wall, | directly opposite his bed, was the swora | in its sheath. George always bung it there at nig 30 be could see it the moment he awoke; for it was dearer to him than all his books and toye. | Just now there were two pretty silk flags | honor of Washington’s birthday, while | still higher hung a framed portrait of the | Father of His Country. | Greorge stood admiring this decoration |for a minute, then, remembering his mother’s letter, he slipyed it into the | pocket of his military coai, so that he | would not go out without it next morn- | ing. | When morning came, however, he was | so hurried and excited that he could | scarcely eat his breakfast, but rushed out | of the house before his mother and grand- | father had come downstairs, and never | once gave a thought to the letter until he was marching with some of his com- panions to the place of meeting and chanced to pass the postofice. “Never mind,” he thought, I will post it the very first chance I have.”” ‘When the chance arrived, however, and | he put his band into his pocket the letter was gone. Lost! and his mother had said it was important. What was he to do? Just then the drums began to beat, the boy soldiers fell into ranks again, and the procession was on the march. It was a clear, crisp day and the streets were lined with people: flags waved from the houses; every window showed eager faces and fluttering handkerchiefs; the band played stirring tunes; the crowds cheerad and the sunbeams glistened like diamonds upon the snow. It was no great wonder that George again forgot his mother’s letter, for now there appeared in sight the grand stand, where the Mayor stood waiting to review the troops as they marched round the | great statue of General Washington in the same time. | did | Here he was inter- | butevery morning he put it carefully away, | | crcssed and fastened above the sword, in | L P P 1 square, raising their caps as they passed. | How delightful it all was! | George thought that if he could spsnd his days marching about dressea in sol- dier’s clothes he would ask for no better cccupation. How he would protect his motber from—from everything: and oh, how proud she would be of her brave son! He hoped the Mayor knew that there was a Georze Washington in the procession— | the third soldier in the front rank of the boy regiment. That evening at tea he talked of nothing | but tke march, adding up the number of | miles he had walked, declaring that he was not a bit tired, but would like to do it all over sgain before bedtime, and telling | that the Mayor was reported to have said | that the juvenile regiment marched ad- | | mirably. Directly tea was over he begged his mother to put on her bonnet and cloak, | though the fireworks would not begin un- til 8 o’clock. Aunt Kate's house was di- rectly opposite the squars, so they wou!d have a fine view of everything, and his little cousins would be treated to a very near view of a splendid uniform at the Very likely they would all ames and dance quadrilles together when the fireworks were over, as they had done at Christmas, *Oh, do come, nf6ther!” cried George. I am sure it will take ever so long to get down there —the streets 50 crowded.” Smiling at his eagerness, Mrs. Darrel took up her bonnet and went over to a mirror which hung between the windows, Grandpa stood with his back to the fire, watchin: George buckle on the broad, shiny, white belt which held the precious sword. | “Oh!” eaid the old man, suddenly. “How about that letter, George? Did you remember it ?" *Yes—no—I forgot it—I mean not think of it this morning, mered George in 2 very low tone, hoping his mother would not notice w at was said, and not daring to look up lest she | should read in his face that he had lost | her letter. He was so busy, therefore, ar- rang'ng his sword that he did not see the twinkle in his grandfather's eyes as the latter continued: “Then you aid not post it, eh?”’ | “I—yes, I did, afterward,” replied the | boy hurriealy, and adead siience followed. | play are that 1 ,"’ stam- i | i | He knew that his mother had turned| toward him suddenly at his last words, and then his grandfather spok a shocked and disappointed tone of voice. “I posted that letter self. Your mother and T agreed last zht that you would be likely to forget it; so I went to your room alter you were asleep and took | the letter out of your coat pocket. If we had seen you this morning, we should bave told you.” eorge made no reply, for he could not, and it seemed to bim as if no one was ever going to speak again, the room was | #0 still, but at last his mother spoke. | Father, you will have to go to Aunt | Kate’s alone.” | The old man walked slowly from the | room and t e front door was heard to close bebind him. ‘Then Mrs. Darrel spoke to George for the first time, saying ina low, sad tone: ! ‘“George, my son, what have you done with your litile hatchet?” 1f she bhad scolded him and told him that he was a sneak and a coward, be could have borne | it, bur the few words she had said meant 80 much more. He had resolved to imitate the great Washington by being brave and manly, and ie had veen afraid to speak the truth, | He was going to love and protect his mother so gallantly, and now she was stabbed to the heart by his falsehood. He bad read the *“Life of Washington” again | and again and bad forgotten the very first chapter—that story of the little hatchet. He nad disgraced the sword of which he was 5o proud. Slowly and sadly he unfastened it from his belt and laid it on the table by his mother, and then, with a great lump rising in his throat, he turned away with- out a word and went,up to his room. The first thing he saw as he entered was the little cardboard hatchet his grand- fatner had given him on his birthday, and the next instant his eyes rested on the crossed flags, beneath which the sword be- longed. Then he took up thelitle hatchet and fastened it below the flags. There it | remains to this day, and George has never forzotten the lesson it taught him.—Gold- en Days. BY C. A. PARKER IN ST. NICHOLAS. “Run down to the store, Susie, dear, and get me two dozen clothes-pi please,” said Mrs. Wynn one mor *Go just s quickly as you can. I amin a great hurry.” Susie put down her doil unwillingly. “Oh, dear!” she said wish I didn’t have to go! Dorothea needs her new atternoon!"” But just then she caught sight of Lou Arnold going by. store. to herseif. It’s so far, and dress this very Susie seized her hat and rushed out of | 1€ Written language is not spoken. the door. “Lou, w-a-i-t!” she screamed; and ina few moments the two little girls were hurrying along together, chattering like a pair of mag The way didn’t seem at all long; but when Susie had bidden Lou good-by and stepped into the store and Mr. Carr in- quired what she wanted she didn’t know. “Clothes-pins?* was Mr. Carr's next | inquiry. “Let me see. Maybe that was what mamma said. though.” Jan’t you remember whether she said a box, or a paper, or so many dozen?” he ked. 0; I can’t remember anything but just pins,” she replied, mournfully. “Well, then, I'm afraid you will have to go bome and find out what is wanted, I don’t quite think it was, won’t you?” said Mr. Carr. “I s'pose so,” sighed the little girl; ‘but mamma is in a norful hurry. Ithink prob'ly she’ll scold. She says I'm dre’ful careless.” Mr. Carr thought a minute. He and Susie were great friends, and he didn’t wish her to be scolded—even if she was rather careless. He was sorry to have Mrs. Wynn annoyed by the delay, too; so, as Susie started dejectedly for the door, e called her back. ‘Wait,”” he said; “we'll try to manage this affair.”” He put some clothespins into a bag, then he tcok a paper of common pins and 2. | | i and rose rather | P88 points to the south instead of the | | | | | mineral water. | in diameter placed on a white disk has | Lou lived near the | °8ITY the burdens. be the Payyrus Prisse in the Nafional Li- brary at Paris, which is attributed to the thirty-fourth century before Christ. ‘The annual death roll of suicides at Monte Carlo amounts on an average to forty. i The Esquimaux give the doctor his fee 8ss00n as he comes. covers he keeps iz, otherwise he returns it io the family. | Seltzer water derives its name from the village of Lower Seltzer, in Nassau, whers several springs, united 1n one basin, yield 5000 cubic feet an hour of the sparkling The air is clear at Arequipa, Peru. | From the observatory at that place, 8.50 | feet above the sea, a black spot one inch | been seen on Mount Charcnani, a distance | of eleven miles, through a 13-inch tele- scope.—Popular Science Monthly. e Everything Backwavs. The Chinese do everything the wrong way, according to our views. Their com- north, The men wear skirts and the women | wear trousers; the men wear their hair long, whil e women coil theirs into a knot. The dressmakers are men, and women The spoken language is not written, and Books are read backward, and any notes are inserted at the top. White is used for mourning, and brides- ! maids always wear black, and, instead of being young maidens, are old women. The Chinese surname comes first, and they shake their ovn hand instead of the If the patient re- | CALISTOGA, Napa County, Cal.,} Feb. 2, § Dear Editor: This is my first letter to THE CALL. Iam acquaintea with Eva Navone end like reading her letteis very much. I am & little girl, 11 years old. My father has taker. THE DAILY CALL isafine paper. I enjoy resding the Child- hood's Realm. 1have s little sister, 6 years old, and her name is.Nellie. I go toa school called the Bennett School, and am in the fifth grade. My teacher’s name is Miss Banta, and like her very much. We live on the Lake County toll road, at the base of Mount St. He- lena. There has been snow on the top of the mountain several times this winter. If thisis put in the paper I will write again some time. Iwould like to belong to the C.R.C. Your little friend, EDITH MARTIN. FRANCISCO, Cal., Feb. 2, 1897. This makes my third letter to Dear Editor; | you and my second story, but the other story must have found the wastebasket, for I never saw it printed. it. 1hope this will not go after Ihope you will print this in Sunday’s CaLL, asIwish to send it to my cousin in Europe, who went away January 7, 1 She likes to read the Childhood’s Realm, and A wrote you a leiter before going away. Her hand of the person introduced. | name is Adele Mecchi. 1am golng to school. Vessels are launched sidewise, and | We have threesmall fantail pigeons. Good-by horses are mounted from the off side. They commence their dinner with des- sert, and end with soup and fish. ———— @h('laven’ ¥ é;(ngy. { Waynie, 5 years old, was engaged in | whittling and made a blister on his hand which made a slight break in the skin. He ran to his mother and in ness said all earnest- | “Mamma, I believe I am wear- | pew 50 as to hold you and grandma in all | | Good-by. safe?’ Willie—Mamma, they say history re- | peats itself. don’t they? Mother—Yes, desr. Willie—Well, why don’t it repeat itself | when I'm trying to learn it? | Many a truth is spoken ungrammati- | cally. “A gentleman,” said a six-year- old, as reportea in Good News, ‘s a| Your friend, MABEL C. MECCHI. CAMPTONVILLE, Cal., Feb. Dear Editor: This is my first le CALL. your nice paper. an article about skeeing. and tell you alittle of what I know about that sport. Up here it is as common as marbles or tops down where you live. If & boy does not know how to slide, run and walk on skees, and does not own a pair, he is considered a baby. , 1897. r to THE | Why, nearly every girl even, between 6 and 18, | has & pair. tell you I have one pet, & dog. But to chage the subject, I must ing out.” foundland and I call him Sport. My little sis- e e | ter Alice has a pet kitten named Silver. Butl Grandpa,” said little Ted one Saturday | r,s; my letter is getting too long. I do hope afternoon, “‘when we go to church to- | yoy will publish it. Please tell me what C. R. | morrow, mayn’t I sit in the end of the | C.stands for and how I may belong. I send you a few puzzles and a story without words. HARTLEY E. JACKSON, 9 years old. BLUE CaNYo, Feb. 1, 1897. Dear Editress and Readers: 1 promised in my last letter that I shouid tell you about a big black spaniel dog we have. His name 1s Jet, and he is very clever. He will be four years old the 14th of June. We usually keep him in the yard, and he never attempts to get out. There used to be a dog here that I think they called a mastiff; he surely was as largeas & WASHINGTON AND HIS MOTHER. one of safety-pins, two hatpins and a box of hairpins, and wrapped them up. It was some sort of pins,” she said; mon kind. They had a first name, I'm sure.” “Hairpins?” suggested Mr. Carr. “Ob, yes; I guess it was. No; Idon’t blieve it was hairpins, either.” Then ke wrote a little no‘e, which ran: My Dear Mrs. Wynn: Susie says you are “in a noriul hurry’ for some kind of pins, but she has forgotten just what kind: so, tosave time, Isend youa variety to choose from, hoping the right sort may be among them. 1 do not have tenpins or linchpins, and will not send a breastpin or rolling-pin, as Susie is sure of just one thing, and that is that you sid pins. Yours very respectful . F. CaRm. ‘‘And here, miss,” he said, severely, *‘take this to belp your memory,” 2and he handed her a stick of candy. Susie’s face beamed with joy and she thanked him heartily as she ran off with her parcels, “What in the world—!" exclaimed Mrs. Wynn when she unrolled the paper. *Here's a letter that tells about it,” said Susie hastily, handing ber mother the note. Mrs. Wynn laughed as she read it, which the little girl looked greatly re- lieved. “I'll remember next time, mamma,” she said, nodding her head wisely; “truly I will.” Lo @Some (EOY"W_S' Fa(t_y. One-quarter of all the people born die before 6 years and one-half before they are 16. Some of the condors shot in the Andes Mbuntains have a spread of wing trom filteen to twenty feet. Copper wires are used for Mexican tele- graph lines, so that they will hold the weight of the birds and monkeys that crowd them at night. The oldest book in the world issaid to but I con’t think it was just the com- | | | | growed-up boy what used to mind his mother.” Cats can smell even during sleep. When a piece of meat is placed immediately in front of a sleeping cat’s nose the nostrils begin to work as the scent is received, and an instant later the cat will wake up. Amiable Mother—Here, Tommy, is some aice castor oil with orange in it. Doctor (playfully)—Now, remember, don’t give it ail to Tommy; leave some for me. Tommy (who has had some before)— Doctor’s a nice man, ma; give it all to the doctor. “Say, father, why have all the pictures got frames ?” “Why, my son, 8o that the artist may know when to stop painting, of course.” ————— Wit and Humor. “So your son is in college, eh? I suppose he intends to be a professional man.” “Yes, I presume s0.” “What particular line does he seem to favor 2 “Well, judging from the way he wears his hair I should think it must be mustc.” A clergyman, on a sultry afternoon, sed in bis sermon and said “‘Isaw an advertisement last week for 500 sleepers for a railway. I think I could supply fifty, and recommend them as tried and sound.” P A preacher who was asked the cause of his impoverished condition said that it was due to preaching so much without notes. What is an old lady in the middle of the river like? Like to be drowned. The stampact: Applause in a theater. “Who cdn tell me who George Washington was?” said a teacher ina primaryschool. A number of little hands waved eagerly. “Well, Jimmy, you may tell me,” said the teacher. “He was the first prisomer of the United States,” answered Jimmy, proudly. young lion, and wes very vicious. The owner was told several times to put & muzzle on him orhe would bite some one. This dog often came to our gate, over which he would jump and nearly tear +Jet”” o pieces. It was on ac- count of this dog that we kept ours in the yard. Atlast the owner moved away, leaving thedoz. Soon he bit a child, and the littie | one’s faiher then killed the cross animal. One night our dog made such a fuss, papa allowed him to go out the gate, and he disappearea suddenly in the brush. Next day the poor thing came home all tired out and hungry. His coat, which is curly and long, was full of burrs and stickers. and he could scarcely walk. We jound out from some men that he had chased a deer nearly all night that had come near the town lookiag for salt, prod- ably. Another time we took him for a swim, | for he loves the water very mnch. He could | not wait till we got to the right place, but | plunged right into a flume, and the water car- ried him down so fast he could not getout, and wasat last thrown down the falls on to | the rocks. He was not hurt, but came up all trembling and frightened. We think so much of him we worried, fearing he might be hurt, although he seemed all right and ready atany time to go into the same ditch. When he was sbout a yearoid he used to catch the little chickens. One day papa punished him,and he only needed the one lesson. Now all the little chickens, the old ones and the cat may eat outof hisdish with him. He never has been trained to do many tricks, but when he is very hungry he comes into the house aud sits upon a chair, but does not beg or whine; if there is mo ome in sit there till some one comes. He is usually given a taste of something he likes, and then he is satisfied. Besides his other good qualities, he is asplendid wat.h dog, and that is something one needs in this part of the country, for tramps are many and trouble- some; they are afraid to come inside the yard; his bark sounds so terrible it’s enough to scare any one. He never has bitten any one, how- ever. This is all I think I'shall say to-day, and hope it is not too long. Some day I snall write a real adventurous story thatis quite true. Please print my Jeiter if there is room; but don’t crowd out any one else. Your little reader. RETHA WALDAU (C. R. C.). sax FRaNCISCo, February, 1897, Dear Editress: ] have been away in the country for there weeks, and thought I should let you know that 1 am at home again. for three yearsand thinks it | Iaiso send you some answers to the puz- | My father has just commenced to take | In last Sunday’s paper Isaw | I am going to | Heis part New- | the room he will | | the chia thought to write to you while away in Sisson, but neglected to post my letter. Paps, who is & miner, wishes us to live in Sisson, but we hate to leave aear old San Fraucisco. Ilove od’s Realm, and we have very ex. citiug times on Sunday morn o get THE CaLL first. have daughter” among Alem and Carmelite were born in Sydney and Franklin and 1 in Dublin. We are going to name her Dicyin in honor of grandma, who had b:en married iLU.‘-SE"EIl Years on babe's birthday. We like A. Crawford’s suggestion badge. Please do not throw our letter into your wastebasket, for we wish some one dear snd true to us tosee it. We remei lov: 1y, PATRICIA V. AND CARMELITE rRr for a ALAMEDA, Feb. 8. Dear Editress: This is my third letter to THE UALL &0d not one of them has been pub- lished, so please publish this one. On January 31 you talked to usabout the snow. Well, I should think it was fun back East during the winter months. I have been there, and oh, how jolly it was to coast down hill even when we sometimes tumb} f. Ob, dear, w somuch fun. I just wish I were the Please send mea little badge v them for I am just as anx a member of tne C. R. C had tle piece. Your old reade BLENHETN, Cal., Feb. 2, 1897, Dear Editor: This is my third letter to Tug CALL. We are having no school now, as it is vacation. I live on the shore of the Pacific Ocean, and tne tide was very rough a whils ago during the late storm. Thero is a i0g sia- tion about a quarter of & mile from where [ live. It is operated by steam. The steam escaping blows a large whistle twice 8 minute, Ilike “Chiidhood’s Reaim,” and try to weit patiently till Tuesday comes, a5 on that doy we get the Sunday’s pajers and letters, AS we only get the mail three times a week, ot course my answers are always late, but I enjoy trying to solve them. I do notsucceed all the time, as some I cannot get. I sent them in correct once. I inclose a story which I have written, and it will give me much pleasure to see it among the other stories in next Sunday’s paper. I hope it will find is way to “Childhood’s Realm.” Your little reader, Lizzie M. WIE R. C.) IGERNA, Csl., Feb. 3, 1897. Dear Editor: This is my second letter to THE CALL. I have five pets, a pony, a dog, & bird, & cat andacalf I named my little calf Major McKinley. It has been raining here for two or three days, but to-day itisvery nice. Iread the children’s page every Sunday and like it very much. Isend a story for you to print. I should ifke to bes member of the C.R please tell me how. I should like to got ac- quainted with A. Crawford. Your friend, Mayie KELLOGG. NEW FVZZLES. I What partof a house is like a car of doors? Why is a mouse like grass ? Why can'all engines hear ? ARIEL WILL (C. R. C.). IL To the head of a cat add the head of a rat, then the tail of your kite and the heartofs men, and last eda the heartof amiss, and you'll have a dainty dish. P. AND C. DE FERRI (C. R. C.). 111 Behead a fruit and have an organ of the bodsy. 1 My 118 in money, but not in cas My 2 is in meat, but not in hash; My 3 is in friendship, not in love; My 4 is in stocking, but not in glove; My 5 is in crescent, but not in crown; My 6 in comedian, but not in clown. My whole is & river of California. SYDNEY ScHMIDT (C. R. C.). V. Hidden fruits (a) They are spearing salmon here. (5) There were a great many figures on the paper. (¢) The plumesof the hat were quite pretty. ROBERT LINCOLY (C. R. C.). VL A diamond: A consonant— X A period of time— XXX Commerce— T XX XX A girl’s name— XXX A vowel— X Words correspond, down and across. VIL Word square: Frozen water. A part of the neck. Public. A part of the verb “to go.” HARTLEY E. JAcksoN (C. R. C.). VIII. Whattwo words in the English lan. gusge contain the five vowels in the same order as they stand in the alphabet ? MARY A. HORN (C. R. C.). IX. Hidden parts of the body: (a) The boy would make & fine artist. (b) The teacher said the boy had no sense, (c) The tramp was to eat all. (d) The bazaar made money. (¢) The little girl was lame. X. Hog, rat, wing, seen, go. From tho above words form the name of & hero. Answers for February 14. L P K 1D INCOG PICTURE PLUCK URN E II. Word square. AMENDS MINION ENABLE NIBEBLE DOLLAR SNEERS 111 His comb. 1V. (a) Because he shrinks from washing. (%) A button isa small event that isalways coming off. V. Weli—swell. VL Near, dear, fear, hear, tear, rear and | sear. 3 VII. Discrimination. Dis-disc-scrim-rim. Mina-Ne, nation-ion. VIIL Wampum was made of bits of shell by the Indians. They bored a hole through with asharpened stone. They used it in trade and for decorating their persons. The laborious method of making it made it valuable. The introduction of machinery. H. W. Longfellow Charles Dickens was born on February Answers Received. Answers for February 14 have been received from the following members of C. R. C.: Fred Anthes, Ratha Waldan. For February 7—Fred Anthes, Ida Wight- man, Eila R. Hartnell, Alma Sea. For January 31—Theodore Joos, Jessie Har- kin. Answers {rom non-members for February ta C. Fahey, Emma Hollen beck. Answers to Gorrespondents. Carrie Gonsalves: Mistakes often happen. sardner: Contribute to our page. . H.Owens: Your desien was 100 late. I shall keep it for the Fourth of July. Gommunications Acknowledged. Besides letters published pleasant communis cations have been received from those whose names follow: Mary A. Horn (C. R. C.), Genevieve Seng. stacker, Charles Hamilton Owens, Olimpia Lafranchi, Fiorine Hart, Lottie May Ward, Jennie Hills, Miilie Schmidt, Hattie E.Bor- ger, Sallie Noaks, Theodore Joos (C. R. C.), Nita C. Fabey, Ethel Shoup, Sadie McGinnis, Carrie Mills, Mrs. F. M. Wertz, Emma Hollen~ beck, Tom Allen Bither, Madelina Lagomar- sino, Lizzic Garduer, Mrs. E. J. Cafferty, Philo Mobley, Retha Waldan (C. R. C.), Edith Waldan (C. R. C.), W. W. Anderson, Jennie McCaughin, Ella Jegerson, Cornie L. Bartleit (C. R. C.), Vera Chisholm, Olive Heyden, Liilia McKee (C. R. C.). Among Our I’;char\gzs. An interesting short story by William Black appears in the latest issue of Harper's Round Table. A beautifully illustrated article by our own Theodore Wores, dealing with Chinese New Year in San Francisco, is one of the chief at- tractions of the February St. Nicholas. Bright number of Golden D o hand, full of good stores. e omo g each tryin Since December Wi & new sisier, and she is the only “nativi ). H