The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, March 14, 1897, Page 26

THE SAN FRANCISCO CALL SUNDAY, MARCH 14, 1897. l’ THOUGHT for the coming week— small stones and great lives made up of trifling events.” Now, for our little chat, and then for the stories. I'm just as pleased and happy over your work as I can be, for almost all the articles on the page to-day were contributed by members of C. R. C. A great many boys and girls who are arnest readers bf our page have written letters which they had hoped 1o see pub- lished, but have been disappointed. They ask the reason and blame the edi- tress a little, perhaps. My dear children, did it never occur to | you that your merely telling your name and age, that you go to school, that your teacher’s name is *‘So aund so,”” and you hope your letter will not be thrown into the waste basket does not make reading of much interest to others? ! Did you write this kind of a letter? | Well, then, that’s why it was not pub- lished. Or perhaps you wrote on both sides of your paper? but don’t do it again. Now, when you wish to write us an- other letter, tell us something about the town in which you live, 11s location, sur- rounding, scenery and its industries; tell us about your pets and books; about the flowers and trees around your home. Keep eyes and ears ever open to the wonders and beauties of nature, especially in this sweet, budding springtime, and I'm sure no letter of yours will ever again see in- side of waste basket of mine. i SPRING. 3 Oh! gentle spring 1s coming: Yes, 'tis coming very soon, To cheer hearts sad and weary, And to grant us every boon. L Oh! will it not be lovely To roam am1d the flowers, Play upon the soft, green grass In newly leafing bowers ? I Solet us thank the Fatner, | Who dwells in heaven above, For gentle, gentle xpringtime, £ull of promise of his love. CLARA BaX age 12 years. St. Patrick, to the memory of whom the Irish people show much reverence on the 17th of March, was of noble parentage and was born in about tbe year 396, A. D, ‘When but a yoath of 15 he was soid as a slave 1o the people whose souls he after- ward labored to save. While working hard, tending cattle dur- ing the years of his youth, he spent many hotrs in silent prayer and pious thought. After remaining in bondage for six years Lo escapec. He then resolved to devote his life to teaching and preaching to the inbabitants of the island where he so long had been captive. His friends tried to dissuade him from his purpose, but his resoive to lift the darkness from the eyes of the Irish was strengthened by dreams and visions. After spending a few years in prepara- tion for his noble work he became the apostle of Ireland, at the age of 30, and was dearly beloved and very successful, s0 much so that he was made a Bishop when only 45. He died at about the age of 73, in 469, A.D. Enoogh ser Him. The approach of St. Patrick’s day re- That was too bad, y green regalias, marching with proud step to the music of ‘the band. Those on horses cantered along as best as the legs of their weak-spirited nags would permit. One jovial son bad considerable trouble with his horse, which seemed possessed | with the insane idea that he was the whole procession, much to the annoyance and | at the same time amusement of the other | paraders. At last the animal, during one of its erratic movements, caught a hoof in one of the stirrups. That settled it. With a look of infinite disgust the rider { exclaimed: “Faith, if yez are going to get up, me boy, thin iv’s toime for me to git down.” And he thereupon dismounted.—Harper’s Round Table. Oor Little Bantam Hen One day our little bautam hen thought she would have a secret all to herself. So | she flew up into a little place over papa’s shop and staid there quite a long while. ‘When she came down I was glad, because I love to watch her asshe walks along, scratching for food. Every day after that she flew up to the same place. I grew very curious to know what she liked up there, so I asked papa to place a ladder that I might climb up and find out. Just think, in a little cozy cornar I found anest full of tiny white eggs! 1 was very much surprised to think she bad been 5o cute. She laid one dozen eggs in all, and mamma js going toset her. Won’t she be proud when she bas little baby chicks of her own? She is so wee, and some- times shows great temper. She is yellow, and has a head like a dove. The dear little thing loves to be petted, and often stands on my shoulder with lher head hidden in my hair. Sometimes she fights with the large hens, When the trouble is all over she always goes to the one she was angry with and putting her head close to the other’s she scems 1o whisper, ‘‘Let us have peace.” Of course she is forgiven every time because.she is so tiny. The cat caught all of her relatives, so she is fatherless, motherless, sisterless ana brotheriess, but she does not mind it, for all of the other chicks seem to love her very much, and she is the one who always begins a fight. GENEVIEVE PAGE. ——— Chiloven’s Bayings. “What is that noise, mamma?” asked | Emma one summer evemng in the country. “Oh, that is a little frog over there by the well,” answered her mother. *‘Oh, no! T mean that wide noisel” re- ferring to the crickets. Ya wning sleepily one night, she said: ““Mamma, what's the matter with me?” “Why, I think my little girl is sleepy.” “Well, what was the matter with my mouth when it wided 50?"” as she tried to minds one of a little incident, laughable enough, that took place during last year’s parade in New York. The gallant soas of Ireland had turned out resplendent in ' yawn again. “Come, Freddie dear,” said a little boy’s mother; *‘you must eat no raoreice.” *Ob, mamma,” said Freddie, reassur. ingly, “I'm not, eating this; I'm only sucking the juice out of it!"” May PECKHAM. Chat’ [ Bay. One little row of ten little toes, To go along with a brand new nose, Eignt new fingers and two new thumbs, That are just as good as sugar plums— That’s baby. One little pair of round new eyes, Like a little owl's, 50 old and wise, One little piace they call & mouth, Without one tooth from north to south— Thavs baby. Two little cheeks to kiss all day, Tywo little hands, 5o in his wey, A brand new head; not very big, That scems to need a brand new wig— Thavs baby. Dear little row of ten little toes, How much we love them nobody knows; Ten little kisses on mouth and chin, What & shame he wasa’t a twin!— That’s baby. Gwo Clevey ID°§J‘ Trip was a bustling black and tan who lived in a Wisconsin lumbering village. His owners were elderly people and, for lack of excitement, time hung heavily on bis small paws till he discovered a de- lightful occupstion—that of ridinz down to the sawmill on the great logs. As they were slowly hauled by his master’s door he learned, encouraged by the teamsters, 1o jump on and sit as near as possible to the front end of the log, barking violently atanything that might interfere with its progress, evidently feeling that his guard- ianship was necessary for the sate conduct of the huve tree trunk. At first he was ereatly disturbed in his new employment by the late risiug of his mistress, and often, in order to be ready to accompany the first teamster who passed in the morn- ing, he went without his breakfast; but finding in some way that his mas- ter's married daughter, Mrs. C—, was always up betimes, he next day trotted confidently down the street four blocks and turned the corner, scratching softly at her door to beé ad- mitted, and then plainly but politely to ask for food, which was generously given. Thenceforth he became her regular break- fast boarder, going back home at once after his meal so he might havea long ride with the earliest driver. Dinner and supper he took with his mistress and breakfast on Sundays, when there was no work to be done. On Sab- bath he was lying on the porch rather dis- gusted at his enforced idleness when sev- eral Indians approached the house. They were not dangerous, but dirty and repul- sive in appearance, and Trip, at once sus- pecting them of evil intentions, rushed to the gate, keeping up such a clamor of barking and growling that the unwelcome strangers did not try to enter, but after some muttering among themselves set off down the street. As soon as Trip saw /very affectionate ana-inteliigent. T them clear off his master’s neighborhood he jumped over the fence and started briskly for the home of his. other friend, taking a short cut instead ot the road and entered the yard at the back to post him- self at the front zate to defend Mrs. C— from the jntruders, who, finding this lit- tle dog as resolute and deliant as the one that had driven them off a few blocks away, straggled off, to the great relief of | Mrs. C—, who was aloue and very timid. Many years ago we had a large mastiff, He was one of the fiercest and miost dangerous of watch dogs when put on guard, but the gentlest of friends and most playful of companions when at liberty to be so, and as fond as any hal-grown boy of teasing. Having been brou:ht up to eat and drink with cats, he was on very intimate terms with those on the place, and often slept with one on his back and one lying between his fore- paws. As we lived on a ranch in California where squirrels were a great pest cats were in demand and one was brought into the family who had five young kittens; her first children. Towser received the newcomer gra- ciously, but seemed to be greatly amused at hor fidgetiness regarding her furry babies. One day when I was sitting in the yard he went up to the box where puss had left her little ones while she ‘went ount hunting, and deii- cately lifted one in his mouth and carried it away to hide it. He took them away one by one, wagging bis tail, while his great brown eyes brimmed over with fun; then ne lay down to await develqpments. When the mother returned to find her kittens gone sbe was irantic with distress, running first in one direction and then in another, mewing piteously while the mis- chievous dog laughed as pluinly as a human being could at the result of his practical joke. Pussat last found her offspring hidden safely in an old cellar. The next day Towser stole the kittens again, depositing them in another hiding- vlace, and continued to play the prank till the harassed cat carried them into the granary, depositing them on the floor of an empty bin, whose tall sides protected them from her persecutor. Magry T. Morr, Oakland. An Qrange. It takes almost a year for an Orange to grow That a boy can eat in a minute. Through the long summer days How the sun’s melting rass Have sweetened the juices within it! —_— Kty -déawy. 7 A. M.—Got up and took a little exercise before breakfast. Mistress’ work-basket was on the mantelpiece, Didn’t think it was in proper order so tried-to set it o right’s, bat didn’t succeed somehow. The whole tbing tumbled to the floor and the thread got all tangled around the chair legs. Gave it up as a bad job. 9 A. M.—Got hungry. Tired waiting for | the foiks to come down so helped myselt 1o cream, which was not so thick as usual. 10 A. m.—Found my claws needed sharp- ening. Tried to do it ,on lace curtains, but the flimsy stuff came to pieces the moment I touched it. 11 A. m.—Time for my nap. Founda comforiable place on top of large clock. Moved the big vase that stood on top of it out of my way. It fell to the floor and made a terrible racket. Had a fine nap. 2 p. m.—Slept till way past dinner time. They would not give me a bite so kiad to | ind mouse. i 3 r. M —Succeeded; a fine fat fellow | made me feel good. 4r. M.—Saw my mother asleep in the sun. Climbed upin a tree and jumpea down on her just for fun. Shedidn’t take it that way. Had to run and stay hidden for a long time. 6 r. M.—Saw a bird in the cherry tree that looked as if he had been made on purpose for my supper. Got him. |~ 8. x.—Happy at last on this delightful | roof. Shall sit here and sing all night long. M-i-a-ow! : MasEr C. Mrcon (a little girl). “How vain you ars, Effiel yourself in the glass! “Vain, Aunt Emma? Me vain? Why 1 dn’t think myself half as good-looking as I really am.” Looking at SAN FRANCISCO, March 5, 1897. Dear Editor: Th1s is my second letter to THE CALL, but I hope it will not follow the first. I should very much like to belong to the Chil- dren’s Reaim Club. I think I shall tell you of the fun we have. There isan alley that we play tag through. We can go in one side and come out the other. Ihave a beanbag and s rope, and we oiten piay with them when we get tired playing 1ag and “hide and go seek.” We have a tug of war, but best of all a foot- ball, and each one hasa partner. Following the game are scratches and skinned elbows and THE MASQUERADERS. aching toes that have been stepped on. But we have such & lot of fun that we seldom mind these mishaps. 2 But I should rather live in the country, be- cause then I might wear overalls and not be bothered with skirts. There 1s plenty of room in the country 10 play ball without breaking windows. I'd be like & boy. I always did wish tobe & “lord of creation.” I answered s0mé of the puzzles and hope this letter is not toolong. Your loving friend, GRACE SOH. IGERN A, Cal., March 5, 1897. Dear Editor: 1am a boy 12 years old. This is my first l€tter to THE CRLL. Lhave two sis- ters and one brother. I read a greatmany things in THE CALL. Ishould like to be a member of the C. R. C. Iread the children’s page and enjoy it very much. I have three pets, two cats and one dog. My brother and I have cut about thirteen tier of stovewood this winter. I should like to see my letter in print. From your little reader. LeSLIE WHITTEN. SN FRANCISCO, March 1, 1897. Dear Editress: You were very kind to me whenever I would write, so I send you & sam- ple of a paper ox-eyed daisy, which I made all by myself. My papaisa dentist, and I am the only child. I can sing and play the piano. Mamma can play, too. With a greeting to the C. R. €., I remsin yours truly, BECKIE HEINO (C. R. C.). P. 5.—I should like to see my letter in pr}i:l. B. 8N FRANCISCO, Cal., March 10, 1897. Dear Editor: 1 sm 10 years of age, and s steady reader of your Children’s Page. I should be very much pleased to see the little story I haye written published in Sunday’s CALLif you have room forit. My fatherhas been taking THE CALL for & great many years, and he seys he likes it the best of ail the papers. I attend one of the best schools, which 1s the Broadway Grammar School. The next time 1 write I shall tell you aboutmy little baby brother. Ishould hike to belong to the C. R. C. MAUD CANHAM. LeMoore, Kings County, March 4, 1897. Dear Editor; This is my first letter to you. I Hive in & beaitifal country, where there are large orchards and vineyards. I live withmy sunt; mamma is dead. 1like my teacher very much. I have two kittens. I go horseback nding almost every day. I hope this will es- capo the wastebasket. Yonur faithful reader, FLoy Havs, aged 12 years. 84N FRANCISCO, March 8. Dear Editor: Msjor McKinley took his piace as President on the 4th of March,1897. He lives now in the White House. We think he is a true, honest President and think he will do good for his couutry. We hope he will be like Washington and praise and love his peo- ple and then ail of his countrymen will love him. His mother did not expect to see him President of the United States. Itisagreat joy forher to haye reared her son to be the head of this great Nation. We hope in four years from now he will still please us by being wise, and I feel sure he is the very best man for the place. I wrote this because I am a Mc- Kinley boy and wish a lot of gold. LsoNIDA JACCHERI, Le Conte School. Dear Editor: 1have not written a letter to you for such & long time that I think Ishall write one now, although I have sent you the answers to puzzles, and also composed some for the Children’s Page. I enjoy reading the letters which come from our country friends, and I think they will be interested if I tell them something about South San Francisco. I was born here,and I have lived here ever since. There is one school, called the Burnett School, and we also have a kindergarten, South San Franclsco Is a very quiet place, al- though it has many stores. We also have elec- tric cars running out as far as Sixteenth ay- enue. Many City children think that South san Francisco 1s like the country, but I do not think so. There are three churches. Well, I guess I shall close, hoping that my let- ter will escape the wastebasket. Your con- stant reader, E. EGGERS (C. R. C.). 8AN FRANCISCO, Cal., March 2, 1897. Dear Editor: It is quite a& while since I have written to you, so I thought I would write 8 few lines and send in some puzzles, as all those I sent in before have been published. 1have been taking the Youth’s Companion since the first of the year and think it & very nice paper for children. It contains good stories and I enjoy reading them very much. I hope to spend my summer vacation this year on a ranch in Santa Rosa, and look for- ward to having a fine time. I.have solved some of the last Sunday’s puzzles, which I will send with this. I think a roll of honor in the C. R. C. would be very nice indeed, and I for one shall work to have my name in it. With kind wishes to you and to members of the C.R.C., I remain your friend, FRED ANTHES (C. R. C.). 419 Tenth street. THE GEYSERS, March 8, 1897. Dear Editor : This is my first letter to THE CALL. Papa began taking your paper last No- vember and likes it very much. Thereis no school here nor chiidren to play with, except my little brother, who isfour years old. I would like to see my lotter in print very muchi, and if it is' I will write again and tell you about the Geysers Canyon and how the steam comes out of the ground. Fearing my letter is getting too long for the first time, I will close. From your little reader, GRACIE D. CURRY. Dear Editor: 1am a little boy 8 yearsold. I am in the Third Reader. My aunty has taken THE CALL for a long time and still takes it and sends it to me to read. I have a little brother whose name is Ned. I hada rabbit, but he ran away from me, Iwasborn in Nevaaa. I hope my letter will escape the wastebasket, as itis my first letter to THE CALL. Your little iriend. HaroLp HoPe. 8aN PABLO, Cal., March 1. 1897. Dear Editor: 1 did not see my last- letter in print, soI thought I would write, and hope you will have room for this one. I solved some puzzlesand hope they are correct. Ihavea little sister since I wrote to you before. Our winter vacation is over and we are now going toschool again, I remain your little friend, ELSIE Davis, (CASTELLA, Feb. 20, 1807. Dear Editor cf Children’s Page: I shall write my third letter to you to-day. 1am pleased to notice that you publish my letters. We have snow on the ground up here and the trees are heavy laden with beautiful white snow. We are having all of our winter this week. There is about thirteen inches of snow on the ground. 1love 1t very much, but it makes my poor kitten’s feet quite cold. My kittyis & little black one with white paws and white neck. Its name is Ben Bolt, and the other kitty’s nsme is Trilby. She belongs o my \ brother. We have two aogs, and their nemes are Rosle and Danger. Rosle belongs tomy sister and Danger belongs to my baby brother Edward. The pine trees here look just like Christmas trees with popcorn. I know some of the City girls would love to see them. I must now finish as I have tickets to sell for the St. Patrick’s ball. Your little friend, ANNETTA E. GIRARD, A New Puzzles. HIDDEN ANIMALS, L (a) They were all amazed. (5) He found a pencil in the old chest. (c) O1d man Smith put his tobacco on the shelf, (d) The strip ignited quickly. (e) Did you set the pan there. (/) The firebells to rang out snguished peals. —Selected. 'PUZZLES. 1I. Hiddenarivers of the United States. (1) Do not be arrogant. (2) Do you like jam, Esther? (3) Here is a pear like yours. (4) Lend me & bin, Edward. HARTLEY E. JACKSON (C. R, C.). L YYURYYUBICURYY 4 me. F. KeNT (C. R. C). 1V. Word square. (1) Greater quantity. (2) Spoken. (3) To utter reproach. (4) Agirl's name. F. ANTHES (C. R. C.). V. (a) Forward I am a vessel. Backward I am a short sleép. (®) Forward Tams smallanimal. Backward Iam a substance obtained from pine trees. GEORGE W. FURLONG (C. R. C.). VL A diamond. 1. A letter in buoy. 2. A woman devoted to a religious life . Celebrated. . An apartment in a house where pro- visions are kept. 5. Very poor. 6. Free from dampness. 7. Aletter in buoy. ALicE BELL (C. R. C.). VIL What is that from which you may take away the whole and still have some left? MADALENA LAGOMARSINO (C. R. C.). VIIL Take 1.7 of Salinas, 14 of Napa, 17 of Concord, 1-6 of Penryn, 1-10 of Washington, 1-8 of Monterey, 1-11 of Connecticut, 16 of Walnut. 1-9 of Santa Cruz, and 1.6 of Boston, and you will have the capital of one of the United States. ROBERT LiNcoL: IX. () Behead 8 farming implement and have 8 weapon. (v) Behead an article of furniture and have a workman’s implement. JESSIE HARKIN (C. R. C.j. X. Dropped vowels. A quotation from sn English poet, now dead: — wil r th fshrmn’s by Tht h shts wth hs sstr t ply, — wll fr th slr 1d Tht h sngs i hs bt n th by. PAnswers for March 7. I Time and tide waic for no man. 1L London. IIL Stint-tint. order. IV. Because they have an inspiring influ- ence. When it’sin a belfry. V. In the month of February. VI. Cracow. VIL Leaves. VIIL General Forbes sent bis forces across the river. IX. Dumas. X. () Alexander II, Emperor of Russia,on March 3, 1861, issued a proclamation that the serfs or territorinl siaves of that country, nurbering 23,000,000, should be free ia two years from that date. (b) St Patrick was the ‘patron saint of Ireland. }\nsWer;—Fecei\)cd. Answers to all or a majority of puzzles of March 7 have been received from the foliow- ing members of C. R. C.: Alice Bell, Fred Anthes, Ethel McClure, M. Lagomarsino, Beckio Heino, Lillian Mitchell and Reths Waldan. : For February 28 from : Robert Lincoln, Ethel McClure, Emma Eggers and Carrie Mills. From non-members for March 7 from: Grace Anderson, Mamie Kellogg and Annie Jones. For February 28 from: Grace Low, R. Hy Fletcher ana Hattie Fish. Jlmong (DO—YE)((};angé Harper's Round Table—An important ar- ticle on “‘Standards in Modern Literature,” b” Edmund Gosse, in last issue; the third and fourth chapters of Kirk Munroe's story of «“The Painted Desert” also appear. Golden Days for the week fuil to overflowing with bright things. 2 We respectfully call the attention of teach- ers and mothers to an article published Youth’s Companion of March 4 called “An nocent Offender,’”” which deals with dea{ness among school children. Letters Acknowledged. Besides letters putlished pleasant communi cations have also been received from the fol- lowing: Robert Lincoln (C.R. C.), Lzate M. Wienke (C. R. C.), Clothflda Juceheri, Harvey Thrasher, May Peckham (C. R. C.), L. A. Rou- ner, Mary C. Martella, Grace B. Wason, El'en M. C. Tubb, Grace Anderson, Hrzel Allen, William J. McCaughan, Harold Hope, E:hel McClure, Beckie Heino (C. R. C.), Editn Dolly, Nellie Allison, Willie Collins, Grace Gimmell, John Cullen, Carrie Gousalves (C. R. C.), Re- tha Waldan (C. R. C.), Annie Jones and Clem- entina Dunphy. PAnswers to Gorrespondents. B. Heino—Your little flower received. It I8 very pretty. Many thanks. L. Wienke—If your answers arrive too late in the week you will always be given due credi in the following week’s issue of Chiidhoo. Realm. » Member - ember. Border~ Notice. Two weeks from to-dsy we shall publish s “Poppy Page.” So contributions oa this sud- ject are in order. R. W. Riggs of Fresno is the artist who so kindly furnished the funny picture of pussy cat and Chinaman combined, for Childhood’s Realm of Marchd7.