The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, February 28, 1897, Page 26

THE SAN FRANCISCO CALL, SUNDAY, FEBRUARY 28, 1897 {Y¢y Trovest ror muE Coxrxe Weex—| P/ 2 qun!e‘.~reulneroesandnemme-1 ‘L) are those who bear their own bur- dens bravely and givea helping hand to | those around them.” PPOSE many of you are wondering | I have not been saying much en’t forzotten these | important Ob, no. Why, I have had my th cap tight over the | reat many times during ek in their honor and it will nt be | before I decide just what they shall | top of my bead a the w So please be patient with me and you not be sorry. | know we must be very careful and | wise choice, for the C. R. U. is the only club ot kind on the coast and we are not selecting a badge for the present members alone, but for all the boys and girls in the fature who will read and en- joy Childhood’s Realm. 01 course we expect and hope our mem- | ber: dren the ¢ | How would you like a roll of honor, to ; be published on the Sunday of the year, giving the names of those who had ‘ worked most faithfully for our page? | | | increase until hundreds of chil- names are enrolled on the books of | R. C. pto Let me know if yoy like the idea. Now a word to the newsboys of this | great City, w \ e our paper has its home. 1 not some of you during this com- week s:nd letters to our box telling us about your life and your sports, what you read and how you spend your money. allour country members would eriectly delighted to have you do so, | end in ashort time you will find your- | selves corresponding with some bright country boys, who will tell you lots of teresting things about farm life that you | never knew before. Do not be afraid your writing is too poor. Ihave had lots of experience and can read almost any writing save Chinese. Remember, however, to write on only one side of your paper. A zBaile:.?iJafan. Here’s a song, a happy song, That jingles with a rhyme, taie that cannot fail ase you for a time. *Tis all about two little folks Who lived in queer Japan— A Ty-Foo princess told it me Behind a tinsel fan. It chanced that out from Tokio There rode two little tykes All dressed in green and yellow clothes And mounted on their bikes. Now, as they crossed the land of tea, The folks from left and right All left their work and followed them, To view so strange a sight. From every house and field they passed Still more took up the pace, With fluttering fans and flying feet, In one long breathless race. So.on around the land they sped, Until at fall of night, The last of those who ran behind Came plainly into sight. So all the people in Japan In one wide circle met, And as it seems that no one stopped They must be running yet. WALDRON W. ANDERSON. —_—e é(boo\}zooje oY ]Bo)’? I have been thinking for some time of writing to the boys and girls of TrE CALL about a queer little schoolhouse among our mountuins. The most of you who live in towns and cities are used to'roomy and often elegant bouses, with the most comfortable desks | the idea of entering such a queer little | them straight. | were not new then. | children and little, with books just like |2 crack and wateh them. that can be designed and all sorts of books and apparatus to help you along the road of learning. You would, I shoulan’t wonder, turn up your nice little noses at sbanty as the one I shall tell you about. But I hope you will be polite and keep It stands on a broad flat which is en- tirely surrounded by hills; a dry plain with no irngating ditches, but green now with the soft new grass of early spring. The nearer hills are low, covered with sandstone rocks and scrubby pines and | junipers. Back of them the tail moun- tains rise bigh and higher, until their | tops are crowned with everlasting snow. Across the flat four miles away is the railroad and a town. where rises a brick schoolhouse with a bell, but that is not the one I mean. Itis on one side of the flat close to some of the little rocky hills, and it is so small and low you might skip it with your eye like a very small comma with its tail rubbed out. Imagine a little cabin about tnirty feet square made of rough pine boards. It has four windows and a door at each ena. There is no ceiling, and there are 5o many cracks and crannies that little birds fly in and then fly out. It is not plastered. Bits of shingle are nailed over cracks in ihe side, and then newspapers are pasted on. The desks are heavy, all wood and second hand. I cannot te!l you how old they are, but I sat in one of them twenty years ago in another school, and they The teacher has a table and a chair, and there is a bench for the pail and basin and a stove. How is that for a well-furnished room? Twelve children go there every day, big | those you have, and if you think they do not etudy, just you come and peep through These twelve pupils never thing their school is dingy, or that they need any | vity. Nordo L One smail man in the Revised Second Reader expressed my sen- timents exactly when he sai *I can get as many perfect marks in this house as in any, can’t I, Miss M.?’ | When the weather is fine, the children holds a ball and there he holds it.”” They | watched the creature with great interest. | *Here comes another little fellow to help him eat. Now we shall see some fun.’’ Fly number two came very near, then out flew numbver one’s ‘oreleg, as you would raise a hand to push away litte brother if he wanted sometning and you were feeling cross. Number tworaised his hand, too, as we will call it, and there they quarreled, to Elsie's delizht, *His long tongue is fastened in one end of the coveted piece and each clings tightly to it, while their hands are trying to push each other away,” Aunt Mabe! informs mamma, who has entered and is looking on with an amused smile. “See, Annie, it is very interesting to watch them, al- though I would not have thought of it. They are bholding it in the air now, as if they are trying to pull it away from each other. “And here comes N ' Elsie exclaims. “They are both ng Jam. It looks asif they are all pping one another like naughty chil- dren. Just seealiof those little legs going at once!'’ “‘Elsie, you are oo noisy. You fright- candy,” Aunt Mabel said, laughing heartily at the disturbance created by the | actly coinciding with the famous den to ened them and they have dropped the | never resist an appeal from the small boy. “Mr. Williams,” said Freddy, “do you Rive 5 cenises to little boys whatdon’t ask for ’efn 2" He got the monev. NOTIGE! C. R. C. stands for Childhood’s Realm Club. In order to become a member an | original story, puzzle or rhyme contrib- | uted by you must appzar on the Children’s {Pagc of THE SUNDAY CALL. S Cfm 5 e When Baby Tim, who's very small, Says grace for me, and Nurse, and Paul, He asks the Lord to make usall “Ter-.00ly fankful.” And if we laugh til! we are red, Nurse strokes his sands-coiored head, And loves him more because he said Ter-looly fankful.” For when he's older, Nursie says, And grown from all his pretty ways, She’ll often miss his funny phrase, “Ter-looly fankful.” NORMAN GALE in Songs for Little People. R s = - Fag NS Kitchen. It will, peraaps, interest every boy who has read “Oliver Twist” to know that at the bottom of Great Saffron Hill, in what was once one of the most hiadeous and dangerous siums of London, still exists the relic of Fagin’s kicchen. It is a part of a dirty and ruinous old tenement ex- | which the Artful Dodger led Oliver Twist as a new pal for a first visit from “‘Green- land.” The den has several ominous. climb the hill at recess and bring back all sorts of leaves and moss to trim the house and when itstorms, the little ones spread | a bugev-robe on the floor 1n one corner | | and play softly while their older brothers | and sisters finish their loug problems in | tke advanced arithmetic. Nearly every year one pupil goes from | the queer little house to the elegant High | | School in the town, and the | there say they areamong their best pupils. | | So I think they learn as much in the 6ld | honse professors | s you do in your new ones. Don’tyou think it is the boy that counts ‘more than the house? I do not believe | any house could make the little heaa bending closely over the little reader an | busier or wiser or better. And I think it | is all gir! and not a bit house that makes | | the “big class” dig so hard over profit ana | | Tose. They are very independent, because | when they need things they go rightto | work and make them. They have home- 1 made checker-boards, balls, bats, scrap- books, money, stamps and all sortsof | things. And they can choose sidesand | play & zame of ball that would make you wink. Nor is tnere a bird or animal on the flat they cannot tell you more about | than you can learn in a dozen books. } Altogether they are an active, bardy little | (band, and their vertical writing is the | pride of the teacher’s heart. 1 do not mean that a nice house and | everything to work wiih are not pleasant, | but I do think they are far less important | than nice boys and good determination to { work with. | Work is the only thing that lasts. When the little man that gets perfect marks grows to be a big man he may | stand side by side with a man who studied | in a palace, and who will care a straw about it? The question will be, not “What kind of a house was i12” but “W at kind ota manishe?’ Don’t vou think so? OL1vE HEYDEN. Poor little Elsie was lying in her bed, white and feeble. She had been shut in this room lor many days now, and with returning heaith she longed to leave it nd sec something of the world outside. When she had gone to bed everything was dull und flowerless. To-day, propped up by pillows, she saw a beautiful green branch barring the window, literally covered with bright pink roses. They seemed to smile in at her. Scon she had to lie down again. It was getting to be so monotonous, this lying here with nothing todo. She lay very quietly for a few mo- ments. Then ber Aunt Mabel was startled by acry: ““Oh! oh! Look, Aunt Mabel.” Aunt Mabel rose hurriedly. *“What is it, dear?” she asked, coming to the little irl's side. “I can see nothing but ¢ few ““Yes; but do you see what they are doing?” went on the eager voice. No, dear; I do not,” smiiingly an- swered her aunt. “There, I have fright- ened them away. But what were they doing?” Eating,” was the reply. “Plense get the candy for me and then you watch them. Perhaps they won’t come back, though,” she added ruefully. Aunt Mabel brought the candy and Elsie put it on an envelope that was lying beside her. Not big pieces, but tiny pieces, smaller than a pinuead. Then they watched. “See!” cried Eisie delightedly. A fly was walking very excitedly about. “Now another has joined it, and still another. | Can they see?” Aunt Mabel wondaered aloud. “They bave almost touched it so many times, and act asif they are hunting for it, too."” Others were flying about ovar the en- velope, seeming not to know just what to | do in order to find the sweet. “Ah!” cried Elsie softly. “‘One of them | has found a piece at last. He waiked | right over it and then somehow his little leg touched it, and see histongue! Isita tongue, Aunt Mabel ?"’ | Aunt Mabel smiled. “I don’t know anything about the little creature, Elsie,” she said. There the little thing stood as if sucking the sweetness from the bit of candy. “*He picks it up in his forelegs as a cat by | een of thos “THERE! NOW YOU’VE DONE IT.” loss, for the sweet stuff had rolled on the | coverlet. | *‘1t serves them just right for beir-so | selfish, doesn’t it?” usked Elsie. “Eight- tiny legs moving around at | once look funny, doesn’t it?” ! “Two questions,” langhed mamma. | **You are geiting me interested in spite of myself; but it tries my eyes to watch | them, so I will just listen toyou.” There the eighteen thread-like legs were | | moving ail over the paper, asif hunting | for the lost treasure. “Why don’t they look off the en-| velope?’ exclaimed Elsie, indignanily. | “Now they are geitingangry. Number one seems to think that the others have hidden 1t and he is trying to find it.” “No. 2 is getting angry also,”” remarked Aunt Mabel. “See, he flies here and there, as if in quite a passion.” “And every time he passes the others he gives them a cuff,” added Elsie. “A cuff ?” repeated mamma, looking incredulous. “‘Yes, a cuff,”” answered Elsie positively “When he gets near them his hand flies out just like ours would, and he gives them a cuff.’” The flies soon grew discouraged and spreading their wings flew away. Only No. 1 was left, and then the interested watchers saw something very cute. Have you ever seen a cat wash her face? Well, flies do much the same. Bat in- stead of using the hands they press the whole long leg or arm into service. The arms meet ahove his head and he clasps and unclasps his handsas we do. Then he rubs them down over his head until he is satisfied with hands and face. Now, Mr. Fly washes bis body with his hind legs. | First he lifts his wings and brings his hind legs down over his body a few times be- fore wringing them as he did his hands, and then he washes over his wings. After washing the legs again he1s Uone. I have told you just what Eisie saw that day and what you may see if you watch these tiny creatures who act so much like ourselves. It is now some months since Elsie watched the flies and she Is quite well, but she never seesa fly without experi- encing again the Interest that sue felt that day in the little creature. Avrce L. MELVILLE, 1314 Fifth avenue, Rast Oakland, Cal. g Freddy had been repeatedly told that he must not ask people for money. One looking staircases leading into dark and aces and plenty of cup- board-room, well available for thieves’ booty. From the outhouses any of the light-fingered gentry could easily have ropped into the street, while the ad jacent house, recently condemned by the Lon- don County Council, was easiiy accessible. The last-named tenement, formerly a haunt of vagrants, wi h all the conveni- ences of a thieves’ kitchen, had associa- tions of the worst kind, and has not a bit 0 s00n come under the ban of the Lon- don Parllament. Fagin was a real charac- ter, by name Isaac Touch, who, on being raided by the police, was found to possess a peck measure of watches. He had the name of being a confederate in even worse crimes than training young thieves and buying stolen prope: Charity. It was in the old school building, just three ficors from the ground, A bitter cold day, and most of the boys the ve were gathered round. Yes, it was cold, and no mistake, every stove in the place was going, And every one thought it was colder when some one said it was snowing, “Well,” snid a careless fellow, “‘we all to our lunches will stay, So who cares if it snows six feet, like itdid last winter one day.” “Oh,” said a good little boy, “we for ourselves do not care, But just think of ell the poor people who have no warm clothes to wear.” “You're right.”’ said another fellow, a big, good-natured lad, “To think of ourselves alone, ink is very bad. There’s many a family, poor, hungry and cold, out in this storm to-duy, And what [ propose 1s to get up a club to help them along in some way.” “That is a good idea, Frank, and it ought tobe pushed slong; If you get up an entertainment Tll volunteer to sing & song.” It is necdless now for me to tell that the entire Plan was a success, And how the boys, with the money earned, helped many who were in distress. But, my little feminine friends, please donot 100k 50 concerned, Because there were girls who helped to get some of the money earned. And now, school children, boys and girls, when Jack Frost is about, Youget up ciubs and try to see if you can’t help the poor folks out. C. ST. C. CLEVELAND. " said he, “I “‘Papa, are all those Cuban insurgents who come here crazy ?"" “Gracious, child, no! Why do you ask?” “Weil, the papers always say they seek an asylum in this country.” SAN FRANCISCO, Cal., Feb. 9, 1897. Dear Editress and Readers of the Childhood's | Realm: I have often wished that I might be- long to the C..R. C. very much, and now that have the opportunity of doing so Ishall take it. Iwrote aletter to THE CALL once before and my letter was published, and ever since then I have been lutending to write again ana have just got around to it, sincerely hoping that it will escape the wastebasket. Papa has teken THE CALL for a great many vears and likes it very much. Assoon as I see the Sunday peper I go for the second sheet, which I know always has the page for children init’ Iread everything on the page and try | to solve the puzzles, but do not always succeed. | Ihave had the measles recently and have been | unable to read the page, but most of it was read 10 me, but you know that never comes up to reading it yourseif, does it? 1 enjoy the letters of Retha Waldan, Eva and Max Selig so much. It scems just as if they were my personel friends, though I have | never seen any of them. By the way, I have scen nothing irom Max Selig for quite a while. | I wonder why he does not write! | 1 send in some puzzies, which you may see | at a glance are selected, and hope you will | print them in next Sunday’s paper (February | 21). Witha greeting to the C. R. C., I remain, , JENNIE HIL PETALUNA, Feb. 14, 1897, Dear Edutor: This 1s my second letter to THE | CaLL. I didn't see the other in print, so 1 thought I would write again, as I had time. 1| live with a lady in Hick Valley. A creek passes right in fronto. the house. One day the lady and I went fishing. We didn't see any salmon, but we saw a dear little lame lark | in the water. We sent the dog in the water to | catch it. The dog caught the little thing and | Navone, Clinton Harrington, Meud Mallory n B HICH ONE < =o-- i 4 “It pever will doto keep them botb; The block one wed better drown” B i L& v -om the rocking chaur where , - she sat; God hays jent you two little 7 yjtl"e Now what o you thin v . Alfl—?ck and a gray. B Ard G@randma 5&1&,W|fi;a/rgwn, Y'_s; ] that? AL 2 here were fwo little klttenj) - ® E@”&e Kitten s enoxgbtb Keep. % N be morrow dawned and rojy and jweet; Came hTHeBej; from her nap. q{jfive nurse yaud Gomtoflamdj room filfind look 1m @r&ndm&) lop” ome here','ja'\a Grandmarwith asmule, ej) looked at the babiej amoment ran home and ate it up. Seven little puppies came to that dog the other day, and she is very happy. Your friend, OLYMPIA LAFRANCHL ¥ co, Feb. 7, 1897. Dear Editor: Tam8yearsold. A year ago I came from Philadelphia all alone. The | ladies on the traiu were very kind to me. 1 had a birthday February 4. 1897. We played games and danced; then had all the icecream | we wanted. Your friend, FLOSSIE ORR. PETROLIA, Cal., Feb. 12, 1897. Dear Editor: 1 am a little girl 8 years oldand | will be © the 21st of July. This is my first let- ter to THE CALL. My father keevs a store and has taken THE DAJLY CALL fos a long time, I £0 10 the public school and my teacher's name i3 Miss Cammings. It is vacation, but school tegins the first day of mext month and I am glad. For e pet I have a biack kitten. 1got a whole lot of things Caristmas and one of them was a lovely doll I oy reading the | children’s page very much. Iwish to become | a member of the C. R.C. I have a sistr 6 | years old and & brother 4 years old. Papa glves all three of us 5 cents a week for keeping | the woodbox filled. T am afraid thatmy letter is getting too long. Your new friend, FLORINE HART. La JorLa, Cal., Feb. 8, 1897. Dear Editor: You were kind enough (o pub- lish a letter I wrote to Childhood’s Realm | while at home in Oregon lust summer, so I am encouraged to send another one. Mamma and 1 are spending this winter in Southern California for our health, and just now are passing a week with friends at La Jolla, a beautiful little place situated about sixteen miles from San Diego, right on the Pacific Ocean. | It is grand to watch the mighty breakers.! come rolling in on the beach, and when the sun shines one can see rainbows in the spray. The Spanish name, “La Jolla” (pronounced La Hoya), means “The Gem,” and itis very suitable, too. There are some benutiful caves here, and the cliffs &re worn by the waves into many fantastic and wonderful shapes. One large holiow rock looks like an old church, and s calied “Cathedral Rock.” Mamma took my picture at the further end of the opening, with the sea for a background. One place on the cliffs Is called Goldfish Point, and you can look down Into the clear water and see dozens of these bright fish swimming about. A few days ago we visiied the famous aba- lone beds. It is such fuu to turn the rocks over and find the little creatures clinging to them. One has to be very quick about captur- ing them or they wiil erawl off. We also found many pretty varieties of shells, s'a moss and | starfish, which we will take home for our cabinet. Hoping my letter is not too long, I remain your loving reader, (11 yearsold.) G VIEVE SENGSTACKEN. SAN FRANCIECO, February, 1897, Dear Editor: 1 was so surprised at seeing my letter published that I thought I wonld write another. I think I will tell you this time of my home. It is & small cotiage situ- ated on the slope of a hill surrounded by banks of green grass. In frontof the cottage is & running rosebush which shades ‘he house in summer. I have many plants and flowers hanging on the porch. About three steps down I have a little garden patch in which I have plented many kinds of pretty flower seeas. I hope they will be up by next month, Ialso have & little water-fountain by which all the creeping vines are sprinkled with moisture. We have a fine view, being able 10 see from Goldeu Gate to the Market-street forry, and on a very clear day our eyes can gaze on the op- posite shores all the way from Oakland to Sausalito. Now, I'il tell you alittle about my pet cat. He §5 black and white and has very long ears and s long tail. His eyes are yellow and he has ten baby teeth in the front partof his mouth. He s very active in jumping and run. ning. I call him Corbett, because he is s great fighter and always wins. At one fight he won a prize of a large sum of money. Now the last thing I have to say about him is that he loves to ent better than he does to do anything. else, and I'm sure would eat all day long if he would be allowed fo. 1liked the picture of the Ifttle boy and girl skating, but they did not look so merry sa our San Francisco boy on his roller skates. W. day he met Mr. Williams, who could Afraid of the Dog. ing much success 10 THE CALL 1n its new building, I remain your constant reader, KATIE MEADE. £AN FRANCISCO, Feb. 18, 1897 Dear Editor: My uncle read THE CALL to me | now I think it will soon be deep enough for us 1‘9 their locks gyellow and brown; Then to Grandma. she slowly said. “Which one are you going to drown? i :/p@?@k\*__fi : vesterday, and when I heard the nice little let- | ters writien to you by boys and girls I thought | Ishould like to write ohe aiso. Iam anative asughter and go to the convent. Ig0 to church every Sunday, and I do not for- get 10 say & praver for the men who have to work up o high on THE CALL building. I hope nothing will happen to them. I am 9 years | old, and am in the third grade. | Lhaves dear litte cat to play with, but | grandma says that she read in THE CALL that | eats were dangerous pets for children to have because they take so many different diseases, Ihave s dollie with o broken head. Grandma | bas taken THE CALL for seventeen years. I | hope you will be kind enough to_publish my letter. Good-by. ELLA JEFFERSON. BLUE CANYON, Cal., Feb. 16, 1897. Dear Editress and Readers of the C. R. Now as the snow is too soft to slids and still | falling. I will merelylook out of the window | once in a while as I write. Ishould like you, | that have never seen much snow, to come up here some winter. Iam sure you would enjoy it very much. So far tais winter we have not | had much snow, but by the looks outside just 10 enjoy ourselves with sleds and snowshoes. | Ipromised to write & nice long letter about | this part of the country in winter, and shall dosoas soon as our dear editress can find space to print it. With one more look out of the window at the big snowflakes I shall close. | Iaid not send any valentines this year, but received two. What has become of our friend, the lighthouse boy.? 1wrote to him nearly a month ago and did not receive any answer, and have not seen his name in THE CALL since. Ihope to see this letter in next Sunday’s pa- per. Yourlittle Render, RETHA WALDAX (C. R. C.). PROBERTA, Tehama County, Cal., Feb. 18. Dear Editor: 1 thought I would write you a few lines We have s nice iime when the watermelons, muskmelons, grapes and black- | berries and the apricots are ripe. When the | flowers are in bloom we have fun picking | flowers. I am 8! years old and will be 9 on | July 9. I1go to Proberta achoo. and am in the third-year class. 1 hope my letter will be | published in next Sunday’s CALL. Your little | friend, CARL SABELMAN, NEW PLSZZLES. I There is a river in America in whose | name are only four letters, three of which are 50 often repented as to make, in all, eleven, forming four syllables. What is the word? M. A. Horx (C. R. C.). IL A tongue have I, but 1 never taik. When you're in me you do not walk. JENNIE MCCAUGHAN (C. R. C.). L. Crossword enigme. My 1is in work, but not in play, My 2 is in night, but not in day; My 3 is in ruu, but not in fly, My 4 is in trutn, but not in My 5 is in vase, not in jar, My 6 is in near, alsodn far. My whole isnwhat we now enjoy; Come, tell me qaick, you girl or boy. RETHA WALDAN, C. R. C. IV. Backwards and forwards. Arrange the same letters 5o they will spell different words. Example: Forward, guardian- sbip; backward, to sketch, ans, ward, draw. (a) Forward I am a time of feasting; back- ward [ am a mechanical power. (%) Forward I am a little article found in every work-basket; backward folds of thread. V." Same as1V. (a) Forward, a planet; backward, rodents. (b) Forward, a blow with the open hand; Dbsckward, vulgar associates. (¢) Forward, dress; backward, to boast. (d) Forward, 10 subsist; backward, wrong. (¢) Forward, a fasnionable sport; backward, to whip severely, VI. A word square, 1. A fragment, 3 eon 1 msatchiet. 2. Anarticle of furniture. 3. To exalt. 4. A passage. 5. To arrange, as birds do their feathers. Four, five and six by Alice Bell (C. R. C.). VIL Iam composd of five letters. My first and second, & male. My first, second and third, s female, My whole is a boy’s name. CARRIE MILLS (C. R. C.). VIIL A jumbled proverb: Ate right halves done never by things. Lucy MoELLER (C.R. C.). 1X. (a) Whole I belong to & vehicle; behead me, and 1 am part of the body; sgain, and I'm a fish. (b) Whole I belong to s vekicle; behead me, and Tam a bag. (c) Whole I belong to a vehicle; behead me, and I am wrath. LA Woopsox (C. R. C.). X. My 16,11,7, 1,18, 10 is & flower. My 15.13, 19, 4, 12 is a girl's name. My 2,7, 11,10, 12 is an animal. My 8,11,3,7, 14, 12 is a bird. My 9, 18,5, 12 is a dandy. My 16. 6,17, 8, 11, 13, 4 1s a drug. My whole isa club whose members may be tound in all parts of California. FRED ANTHES (C. R. C.). What people observe the1stof March? Who was Sir David ? Answers for February 21. L (a) Corridors (car o’ doors). (b) Because the cat’ll eat it (cattle). (c) Because they have engineers (ears). 1L Cream. IIL. Pear-car. 1y. Merced. V. Pear—fig—plum. VL T VI. SNOW ERA NAPE TRADE OPEN ADA WENT E VIIL Abstemious. Facetious. IX. Ear—nose—tce—arm—leg. X. George Washingto Answers to Puzzles. Answers to puzzles of February 21 have been received {rom the lollowing members of the C.R.C.: M. Eva Navone, Gretta Cluff, Fred Anthes, Ethel McClure, Alice Bell and Wiliiam Sea Jr. & For February 14 from Alice Bell, Ethel Mc- Clure and Emma Eggers. For February 7 trom Ethel McClure. From non-members for ¥ebrua lena Lagomarsino, Gertrude Pers, G and Aunetta E. Girard. For February 21, Edna M. Rouner. Gommunications Acknowledged. Besidos the letters published pleasant come munications have been received {rom those whose names follow: Laura Gleeson, Augusta Heacock, Hazel Maude Berry, Genevieve Page, Anna Mullen, Gretchen O. Dillworch, Lucy Dunbar, Rose Gallagher, Aileen Morrison, G. Pera, Grace Loh, lvel Sibley, Lucy Duerson, Gussie Wheeler, Edna M. Rouner, R. W. Riggs, Hazel Bell, John Jonsen Jr., John O. Navone, Aricl Will (C. R. C.). M. Eva Navone (C. R. C. Oliver Raitery, Antoinette Crawford (C. R. C.), Mary T. Mott and Alma Sea. : Mada. ace Loh Among Our E;t:hanges. “Harper's Round Table” has a department devoted exclusively to “Inierscholasfic sporta.” . More of *“Nina Barrow” for the gicf): “Johnny in Gobolink Land" for those in ested in the odd litile gobolinks, and ““How & President Is Inaugurated,” all in March St Nicholas. Matter of much interest to collectors of stamps &ppears in the last number of Golden Days. The hington's Birthday” edition of the Youth’s Companion was a delight to the eye, with its finely decorated cover. The paper ined many entertaining anecdotes of our