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

THE SAN FRA ISCO CALL, SU AY, MARCH 2 1, 1897 ’, i RUNLIHIRRD, { ) THOUGHT for the' week—*That cheerfulness is the weather of the Well, we have decided that itistobea | badge—not a button, stick pin or rosette— a badge to be made of silver, I think, and 10 be pinned on the lapel of coat or dress, so thatit may be worn equaily well by boy or girl. Of course this little badge is g0 to cost a few of those precious nickels and dimes which you have put away so carefully, but I do not knmow exactly just how many yet. Don’t forget next Sunday our page is to | be devoted to the California poppy, and I | expect you to furnish ali the pictures, | tories and nds about this golden | queen for this issue of Childbood’s Reaim. Timmere e st OBEDENCE. | A Story for Tiny Girls. A little girl by the name of Blanche Hastings lived in the town of D—, Her Papa and mamma were very kind to her he had a beautiful home. ow, you think she was a good little cirl. Well, so she was—that is, pretty good;-but alas! she had one very bad | ault, and this fault one day made her | quite sad. | Just think, every time her mamma; called her or toid ker to do something, in- | stead of s “Yvs, mamma dear; I| Il come right away,” she always said “In a minute!” ana then would go right | on with her play or reading and forget all | aboat her mother’s command. Of course this made both her papa and mwamma feel very badly and they did not know how to get rid of that naughty “In a minute,” but one day Blanche got pun- ished, and now I'll tell you all about it. One bright Saturday morning she took | ber lovely new story-book outinto the garden. “Oh, won't 1 have a fine time reading!” said she to herself. *T’ll lie on the lawn under the wiliow tree and no one can find me.” She was soon settled and commenced ber story, but bad not read long when she beard ner mother calling, Blanche! Come here, dear.”” *In a mi ute,” answered the little girl and turned back to her book. She read and read, and read, until she finished the stoi Then she suddenly remembered th she had been called some time before, Walking slowly to the house she met her mother just returning from a drive. “Why, my little daughter, didn’t you g0 with the giris?” she exclaimed in sur- prise. “Go where?” inquired Blanche, a dazed look coming across ber face. “Why,” said ) Hastings, “your three friends, Daisy, Ethel and Belle, came over for you to go with them to spend the in the woods and gather wild flowers.” “Well, I think you might have called me!” cried Ethel. Then Mrs. Hastings turned to go into the house as she said, “So I did, my child, but you did not seem to beinany hurry to come, so I suppose they thougnt you were not very anxious to go with them.” ““Well, I forgot we made it up last week t0go if to-day were pleasant, and I did want to g0 so much!” “I'm very sorry,” answered her mother— ,‘and I suppose they concluded you wers angry with them for some reason and didn’t care for their company. I told cook before I left for my drive to fix a nice Junch for you to take. Let's ask her how long the little gir!s waited.” When they entered the kitchen Blanche saw her pretty httle picnic basket all packed, standing on the table. She gave a little sigh and the cook exclaimed : “Well, Miss Blanche, where is it yez "hav been? Shure, the young leddies were afther waitin’ a whole hour fur yez. And shure it’s mad at you they be!” ~Oh! mamma, what shall I do? Tam so ashamed bf mysell. Isee whata naughty girl I have been to you now.” “Yes, Blanche, mamma has not been | able to trast her litt'e girl for a long time, but I think to-day you have lsarned the much-noeded lesson that cheerful, prompt obedience is always the best course to pursue.” E. ROUNER, An Obt('ng at Hoofa Instan Regervation, In the summer of 1895 I had a chance to visit the Hoopa Indian Reservation. The day we took the trip the air was clear and we had a beautiful view as we went down the hill into the valley. Yel- low grain ficlds lay below and stretched * Blanche! | away on all sides to the feet of the vur- ple hills in the ¢istance. Here and there the grain was gathered into golden sheaves. The authorities of the reservation occupy he buildings of Fort Gaston, which are kept up by the Government. Captain aughtery was the chief officer, but in 189 the fort. We arrived just in time (o witness the closing exercises of the bocrding-school, where the children are tausht to live as white children do. We were informed that many of them, after they retarn to their homes, try very hard to carry out the ideas which they learn in this school. Squaws from all parts of the valley were to enjoy them very much. Kindergarten methods are used in the primary grade and the little fellows were and seemed to have taken great pains with theirdrawing and writing, assome of their papers were really beautifully done. At the last they had some singing, and good singing it was, too. Then they were given prizes, which had been offered by their principal, Mr. Camo- bell. » for the girls and one for the boys. The successful ones were very happy and departed for their homes with smiling faces. As we drove through ‘the valley we learned that the Indians have both saw and flour mills, which they operate them- selves, and also that they harvest their own grain. the soldiers were all removed from | in attendance at the exercises and seemed | very busy this day comparing their work, | There were two sets of prizes, one | The Government has done a great deal for these Indians. The land is diyided into five-acre farms. One farm, which consists of two and a half acres of bottom Jand in the vailey and two and a half acres on the hills, is given to each person. Trinity River runs right through the valley, and its waters are so muddy that I do not understand how the Indians ever catch any fish; but they do manage to get a great many. As T was walking ahead of the rest of our party along the banks of the river I saw an old Indian chief, whom they call Captain John, standing in the water with a big club in his hand. He was waiting fora fish 10 come near so he might knock him with the club. He did not see me at first and I enjoyed wutching him for quite a little while, but when he did catch sight of me it was funny how quickly he grabbed his salmon and scooted up to his cabin, where he got into his pants [I for- got to tell you that he wore only his shirt | while fishing] and stood ready to receive the rest of the party. 2 He was very kind and showed us the salmon and eels in his smokehouse and offered us some. But we declined with thanks, as they were in the condition we call “'spoiled.” This old chief had once, with a few other Indians, been taken by some white men down to San Francisco, and he continually talks about his trip to the big, big City, and the wonderful things he saw. ‘Well, our day came to an end, so we 2ai good-by to our dusky friends and re- turned to our homes with the knowledge that the Hoopa Indians on the reserva- tion, with the exception of afew in the upper part of the valley, live in general | just as white people do. Bfolkz)" g élfalagem. Bronzy, the turkey, scratched his ear; “Itistime I was up and thinking,” he said, “ For Thanksgiving day is drawing nea And I must contrive to save my head. Then Bronzy,the turkey, thought and taoug ht He ate a bug and he thought again; | At last this truth to his mind was brought: | The pets of the children are never slain. For & week he shadowed the kitchen door, Inwardly restiess, outwardly bland; | He submitted to squeeziugs from Sally and 1 Noah, | And he ate his meals from the baby’s hand. | 80 Bronzy, the turkes, lived to see | A bappy old age, you may depend; | For with turkeys or people olest is be Who s looked upon as the children’s friend. " Among bar Exarangeg. A delight indeed is the March number of 1 Our Little Ouves and the Nursery, with its pretty pletures and its sweet little tales for ndergarten News is published in the of kindergarten work and is full of ions and advice 10 workers in March number contains a fitting tribute to the memory of Mrs. Cooper. | Periodicals received: Youth's Companion, ! Harper’s Round Tabie and Golden Days. Jenn('f’ iy mafqofvaée The other day when Mr. Fisher, our new clergyman, came to call he left his shiny silk hat and fur mitvens in the hall on the rack. Now, ever since Cousin John's cha- rades Jennie has been wild about ‘“‘dre The moment, she saw the hat and gloves the fever seized her, and in a very short while she had pulled-on the gloves, which, of course, were much too large for her, and set the great black hat over her ears. Then taking papa’s biggest walking- cane in her hand she strutted right into the drawing-room, where mamma was talking to Mr. Fisher. A more surprised clergyman you never saw. Itdidn’t tuke mamma long to cot short that masquerade I tell you. I fear Jennie would have fared even worse than she did had it not been for the entreaties of the kind Mr. Fisher. MiLuie ECHMIDT. Maver’ i Ca\l. BY MAUD L. BETTS. “Ho-0-0! Ho-0-0!” March was, cer- talnly ealling some one. Who could it be? The children came out; flew their kites and rolled their hoops, laughing when the wind blew their hats off and made them race down the hill after them. But still he went on calling. It must be some one else he wanted. The birds were too far away, most of them, to hear him. Who could it be? Down under the ground there was quite a commotion; little rootlets were spread- ing out this way and that, and there was such a whispering and laughing going on. What was the matter? ‘Why March had been calling the flowers, and they were all awake, beginning to grow with all their might; and having such fun over it, you would have thought it was all play. They were in such a hurry to push their way throngh the ground and brighten the world with their blossoms, “Are you ready? It's time we were starung,” called Snowdrop, her voice fairly bubbling over with laughter at the thought of the surprise she would be when she popped her head up. “Yes, ves,” called the others, ‘“'go on, we'll follow you.” “1t’s too cold for me to go just yet,” said Crocus, *‘but I'll be there as soon as dear old Bluebird begins singing. “T'll bring my sitver and gold blos- soms,” cried Narcissus. “And my bells will be ringing before your blossoms fade,’ ughed Hyacinth, and she laughed so heartily that her nightzown split open and gave two root- lets & chance to creep down in the cool earth and find some food for the little plant. Violet was so busily at work growing that she did not talk as much as the others, but the very first morning she Popred her head in its violet bonnet above the ground aud whispered, “I’m bere,” the whole air grew sweet with her fragrance ana the children said: “Spring has couwe, for the vioiet's here.” Dear, brave little flowers; they never grumbled all through the long, cold winter that they had to stay under the ground; they were sure that the loving Father who gave them their work to do knew what was best 'for them. Their long resting time helped them to work better. So, when March called, they were ready to jump up and go happily and busily to work growing, so that soon they might brighten the world with their blossoms. No wonder they laughed and were 80 happy.—From Kindergarten News. — — o Dayp of the Week. BY MARY ELY PAGE. The days of the week once talking together Alout their housekeeping, their friendsand the weather, Agreed in their talk it would be a nice thing For all to march and dance and sing. So they all stood up in a very straight row, And this is the way they decided to go. * [Letseven children stand up and as day of week is called take places.] First came little Sunday, so sweet and good, With a book in her hand, at tne head she stood. Monday skipped in with soap and a tub, Scrubbing away with a rub-a-dub-dub. With board and iron came Tuesday bright, Taiking to Monday in great delight. Then Wednesday, the dear little cook, came in, Riding cock horse on his rolling-pin. Thursday followed with broom and brush, Her hair in a towel, and she made a rush. Friday appeared, gayly tripping slong; He scoured the knives and then he was gone. Saturday last, with s great big tub, Into which we ail jump for a very good rib, | [Let the children march and sing to the tune of “Good-morning, Merry Sunshine.”} Children of the week are we, Happy, busy, full of glee; Often do we come this way, And you meet us every day. Hand in hand we trip along, Singing as we go a song; Each one may & auty bring, Though it be & little thing. [Each little day of the week may carry s doll’s tub, broom, rolling-pin, knife or iron.] —The School Record. Mamma—Well, Eilsie, learn at school to-day! Elsie (aged 6)—Learned to spell. Mamma—What did you learn to spell? ilsie—Man. Mawma—And how do you spell man? Elsie (promptly)—M-a-n, man. Mamma—Now, how ao you spell boy? Elsie (after a moment’s reflection)—The same way, only in littler letters, what dia you Johnny—They must have an awful big baby over at Meeser's house. Pa—What makes you think eo? Johnny—Why, I heard ma say to-day that every one in the house was wrabped up in him. Teacher—Susie, let me hear you decline dead. Busie—Sick, dead and buried. Mamma—Well, Edith the kindergarten? Editb—1I didn’t iike it a bit. The teacher put me on a chair and told me to sit there for the present. And I sst and sat and she never gave me the present. Teddy brougbt a green caterpillar in from the garden the other day, and show- ing it to his mother, he exclaimed: “I've | got a biz worm, mamma, but e ain’t ripe | yet.”—Harper’s Round Table. , how do you like | MARCH. March, you're a jolly good fellow, I know ; They may call you a blustering old chap—but you blow For us boys and our kites, and we don't care a fig For the hat and the dust that go dancing a jig. Puff out, you old fellow, blow hard or blow high, At our kites you may bluster, and “blow them sky-high "’ Nobody will find fault but the girls— And they maKe a fuss cause you “‘blow out their curls "’ You’re just our own season—we’ve waited for you And our kites are all ready, so strong and so new ! You jolly old fellow, if you were a boy, You’d know why the March-month gives us such joy. It is fun to stand on the top of a hill, And pay out.your string—let it run with a will ; Itis fun to “hold hard” while your kite pulls away, And the wind blows a gale! ah, kite-flying is gay. The ladies complain that you ““blow off their veils,” But never you mind, give no heed to their tales, Devote yourself wholly to boys and their kites, And trust to the boys to fight hard for your rights. For, March, vou’re the jolliest old fellow we know, And we like you better the harder you blow ! When you marched in upon us we gave you a shout, And we'll miss you at last when tis time to march out! —Wide Awake. BLUE CANYON, Cal., March 1, 1897. Dear Editress and Readers of C. R. C.: 1 wasso glad to see my last letter and puzzle in THE 1 CALL. Ishall try to make ail of my letters in- | teresting. I noticed Genevieve Sengstacken writes an nteresting letter from La Jolla, in | which she tells of miny things not seen by us Iam going scuth some time to visit my aunt, who lives in Monterey County, then maybe I can write something interesting from there to THE CALL. Butas itis at present 1 shall tell you what I can of this town. Blue Canyon is a | little place of about 100 inhabitants. We have a nice schoolhouse, two hotels, a section-house, asmall repair-shop. As this is an inspecting station the telegraph office, the post and Wetls- Fargo offices are combined. Sixteen families live here. Some of the men are miners and others work for the rsilroad company. My Ppaa is one of the inspecto:s. The railroad lo- comotives take -water here and the water is purer-than any in the county. In summer & great many tourists visit this place for their health. As for me I like the ides of having a “roll of honor” and shall work faithtully for a place on the record. Your constant reader, RETHA WALDAN. SIERRA CITY, Cal., March 3, 1897. Dear Editor: In this letter I have some more to tell you about snowshoes. These are, I consider, one of the best things to travel on in the mountains. These are generally about 8,12, 16 or 18 feet in length. My snowshoes are about 9 feet long.and my brother’s are about 8l; feet. Dope for the snowshoes is de in different ways: one of these for dry 800w is 10 take & piece of beeswax about hali as larze as the palm of your hand, an ounce of camphor, a piece of resin ss big as the bees- waX and a teaspoonful of coal tar. These are 10 be melted and then let boil for two or thres minutes. Next, pour it into & caa or & glass tocool. This is a pretty fair dope for dry snow. Dry snow is light and is bad snow to travel througn. This is all 1 shall say this time about snowshoes. I would like to see long leiters from members of the C.R. C. about large cities they live in, as this is a small village. Your reader. THEODORE J008, (C. R. C.). STOCKTON, Cal., March 15, 1897. Dear Editress: 1 have not seen any leters from Stockton published in THE CALL. 50 I have decided to write. I should like very much fo join the C. K. C., 50 1 send s fow originat puzales for you to print. If theyare accepted and I become' a member of the club I will send you a short story that have written. Fearing that my letter is growing too long, I close, and remain your constant resder, H. Frost KEYES. PANOCHE, March 3, 1897. Dear Editor: 1 have not seen any letters irom Panoche, so T thought I would write one. I live in the country and go to the pubiic school. ' Our teacher’s name is Miss Wigmore. My father is a sheepman, and has sbout 3000 sheep. I have tried (o solve some of the puzzles, but I do not know 1! they are right or not. Iliketo read the Childhood's Realm. 1 take lessons on the piano from my sister Josie. Ishould like to be a_member or the C. R. C., soIwillsend a rhyme and some answers to the puzzles. From your reader, | MINNIE ALICE VELLADAS. P. S.—My mamma has been taking THE CALL for a long time and likes it very well. CORINNE, Utah, March 7, 1897. Dear Editor: As 1 have not seen any letter from Corinne yet, I thought I would write I am a little girl 11 years old, and' I enjoy read- ing the children’s page very much. I gos to school and am in the séventh grade. I have several pets,a calf, a dog and some lovely pigeons. I must tell you about the esrthe quakes we have been baving. A farmer who lives near own saw some smoke rise up into the heavens, and he thought at first it was & sheep camp on fire, and then he discovered that it came out of the lake. The farmer is convinced that it is an active volcano. I fear my letter is getting too long, so I shall close. Hoping to see it in print, I am your little reader, Doza’ KELLER. FuLroy, Or., March 10, 1897. Dear Editor: Thisis my first letier to THE CALL. 1 have been reading many lotters in your paper from all parts of the United States, but have never seen any from Fuiton. I have awhite cat; it has one biue eye and one yel- low eye. We call it Snowball. I shoula like t0 belong to the C. R. C., if you would accept me. Now my letter is getting long so I shell $10p. Your friend, BIRDIE TERWILLIGER. UKIAH, Cal., March, 1897, Dear Editor: As all the otner little gir.s were writing to you I thought I'd send you a letter t00. Isam 10 years oid and wish 10 join the C.R.C. To-day I have the toothache; my tooth is filled, but 1t hurts awfully. My cat has been polsoned, but it did uotdie, My doggle has not been poisoned yet, but I think he will be, for he barks at every one who goesby. His name is Fido. I call my puss Kitty and my dolly Bessie. My little dog is 7 years old and he likes to play with me. He is black 81l over, and I love him dearly. My Kitty is just1yearold and it is black and white. 1like it very well, but it has fits. My doliy is 1 year old and has a very pretty white dress. I haveanice time playing with it. Yours truly, ALICE J. JORNSON. KAISEN, Cal., March 1897. DearEditor: 1 wonder what il of cas j1ite CALL friends are doing to-night. Weli, what. ever they may be doing I hop: they are well and as happy as children should be. What if it has been raining nearly every day for over 8 month? We'll enjoy fair weather all (he more when it comes. How beautiful all nature s after the rain! The trees and the grassare already of the brightest greon, and the beautiful wildflowers are beginning to Dbloom. Among the pretty things which I h'l" seen of late are eight cute little rabbits. We kept them until they were quite big, but finally, much to wy regret, they sickened and died. T know, however, that we cannot al- ways have things as we should like to have them and 50 will try to forget my disappoint- ment. I think our Children's Page is gotting more and more interesting each week. Neither 8 it Interesting to us children slons. 1hare | heard even old folks say that they alway: read that page, or particularly that vart in which the poems and the editor's words are found. I hope we snall all continue in our endeavor to make the page interesting as we| a5 beneficial. Hoping that my letter has no| become tiresome, I am, your constant reader, CARRIE GONSALVES (C. R. () SAN FRANCISCO, March 14, 1897 Dear Editor: 1sm six years old. Iliveout in the Mission, near the pretty wild flowers. My papa takes THE CALL and my sister aud 1| run to the door the first thing on Sunda morning to get the paper, s0 mamms read us all the good things that are children’s page. We have lots of books aud dollies. Please publish this letter and obligy your little friend, BLANCHE GooDWIY. New Bfa('n-Rat'kefj'. I. Where was Max Selig going when he war 8 years old? (Original.) THEO Joos (C. R. ¢ 1L When is a baby not a b E. IIL Hidden names ot birds— His host, rich as Creesus, entertained bim roraliy. $ Harold raked up sll the dry leaves which bai fallen. How do you do, Dorothea? (Original) ~ RETHA WALDAX (C. R. C.) 1V. A word square. 1. Bundle. 2. Verily. 3. Ametal. 4, Extremities, (Original.) H. Frost KEYES (C. E. C.). V. (a) Behead, destitute of color and have to need. (b) Behead a transparent substance and have a young maid. (Original.) VI MAE REYNOLDS (C.R. C.) From 1 to4 Is a girl’s name. From 5 to 81s to wind. From 9 to 12 is the fruitof a tree or a geo- metrical figure. My 1 to 9 is part of a eircle. My 2 10 10 is & boy’s name. My 3 to 11, bipeds. My 4 to 12, & beverage. (Original,) C. Dicxsox (C. R.C.) VIL (a) Curtail s nobleman and have aa organ of the body. () Curtail a town in California and have chaste. (Original.) i ANNIE JONES (€, B..C.). VIIL My 1, a covering for the head, Change my head, a doze T am instead; Once more, and #n opening you will se; Again, and I am found ioside a tree Change again, and I mean befal Again and 'm vsed by travels And then 'm how dogeies drink, And then P'm made of bread and milk. Change again, and 1'm & sharp blow; Once more, and the last time, T'm still & blow, But one that scarce may be seen or felt. (Selected.) M. LAGOMARSIXO (C. R. C.). IX. Dropped voswels. Wh wld b mrmd fr, Sngog 1w Cmbng hr hr Ndr the s N gldn erl Wth cmb £ prl N thrn? (A quotation from an English poet.) X. Inam composed of 11 letters. My 3, 5 and 6 is a weight. \ My 4, 11, 2 and 3 a resting-place. My 8 and 4 is a verb. My1,11,10 and 9 is & deep, narrow pit of ‘water. My 7,2 and 3 is s large cistern. My whole is a city of California. GEORGE M. FURLONG. Bnswers for March 14 I A—Llams. B—Ape. C—Coon. D—Pig. K—Panther. F—Orang-outang. (a) Bear. () James, (¢) Pearl. (d) Sabine (mistake in printingh Too wise yau are, Too wise you be; 1see you are Too wise for me. Word square. I, i s Iv. S HmoR ee®0 Pocw V. Pan-nap. Rat-tar. VL Diamond. zez PELTTS ] VIL Wholesome. VIIL Sacramen.o- IX. HArrow-arrow. stool-tool. X. Quotation reak, Break’'— : B el for th fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at playl 0 well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay from Tennyson's ‘“Brealy Answers to Puzzles. Answers to puzzles of March 14 have h‘ecn received from the following members of C. R. C.: Alice Bell, M. Eva Navone, E. Eggers, McClure, M. Lagomarsino, Lucy Moeller, Alma Sea, William Sea Jr., Retha Waldan, and F. Anthes. i For March 7 from Emma Eggers. ‘Answers from non-members for March 14 from Mabel Cass, Emta E. Houston, Ruby nd Edna M. Glise ui::rh:l‘:x:m 7, from Mabel Cass and M. A. Velladas. Letters Acknowledged. Besides letters published pleasant com-, munications have baen received from the bo and girls whose names fo.low: R.W.Rig& Emma E. Houston, Guy C. Whitmore, R. Maud Mallory (C. R. C.), Emma Krabn, Alma Sea, (C. R. C.), Louise Boehringer, Anuie Elphick, Annetta E. Girard, Harriet Snyder, Arlel Will (C.R.C), M. Eva Navome (C.R C). Milton Dean, Nellie Dufty, E. McClure (C. R. C.), Ei len M. C. Tubb, Thomas Howard, Reths Waidan (C. R. ¢.), Ruby Loveland, Edna M. Glise, Leslie L Whitten, Lucy Moeller (C. B. C.) and Gretchen Nichols.