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

THE SAN FRANCISCO CALL, SUNDAY, MARCH 28, 1897. 4 s HOUGHT for the coming week: a»’{ “Always keep remembering, when JAYN care your path enshrouds, that God bas lots of sunshine to spill behind the clouds.”—Selected, Youth’s Companion. Your badges will cost you just 50 cents and I'm sure you will like them. Be very certain that you are a member before you send your money. If no story, rhyme, pictare or puzzle of yours has appeared on our page, then you are not entitled to wear the pretty little silver badge of C. R. C. Itis not enough that you have sent in contributions, you must wait until some- | thing of -yours is printed in Childhood’s | Realm. As soon as this happens your name is enrolled in the books of the clubj then you are all right. Many of the letters from couatry mem- | pers this week have contained pretty pressed specimens of the wild flowers | and ‘bey long to get out, so they push, prettier names which have been bestowed upon this brilliant favorite. My Pol’f('ej'. The first popptes I had this spring came from the beautiful Piedmont hills, back of | Oakland. | They were of an unususlly rich deep | orange color. As they were picked in the early morning some of them were still | wearing their little peaked nightcaps, and I thought it would be fun to closely watch one and see just how it came off, and now I've got a secret to tell you. There are fairies sleeping down deep in those golden cups. They sleep all cud- dled up through the cold night, but when | tbe warm sun shines it awakens them, and they push, until the green caps pop which are now blocming. Iam always off. POPPY SO O +$> _ ETHEL MCLURE- s C.R.C. GIRLS. pleased to receive such evidences of your interest in the beauties of nature. CLSPS OF GOLD Dancing in the meadow, Waving on the hill; Gléaming in the sunshine, Swaying by the rill. Buds and leaves and petals, Bright with morning dew, No wild flowers of springtime Beautiful as you. Merry, merry poppies, Cups of yellow gold, Fill my hands with beauty, If you don’t believe it just watch one of these queer little poppy capssome time as it slowly moves up to the top of the flower and then tumbles to the floor. At night my poppies wrapped them- | selves up tight in their satiny blankets and went to sleep, with the exception of one gaucy fellow who blinked and winked at the bright lights and stayed awake all night. The next morning when his companions awoke fresh and beautiful after their rest he looked as faded and weary as a person does who h as stayed out too late at night. They were very pretty for se veral days and were much admired, but when they began to lose their golden petals and look ragged, mamma said, *‘Now we must throw the poppies away: we don’t want them around any longer.” Ithought that’s just the way it often is All that'T can hold. Strewing dusty roadside ’Way to slumberland, Kings and queens and princes Sleep at your command. Merry, merry poppies, Cups of yellow gold, Of your wondrous beauty Half has not been told. Bloomfield, Cal. NONA HERBERT. Name of PoPPy. Eschscholtzia i3 the botanical name given long ago to the California poppy. Amapola and Copa de Oro are other and with people. While they have money and can dress well they have many friends, ! but if they lose their gold and appear | shabbily dressed they are soon cast aside. MARIE JEWELL PARISH (9 years). | Dear harbinger of spring, | Thou radiant flower of gold ! { ‘What message of the sky ! Do thy bright blooms enfold? You catch the-rays of stars, That sweeping overhead .RIGHARDS Twinkle their roguish eyes Ere their bright journey’s sped. 1L You listen to the song Of merry bird and stream, And drink the kisses deep Of the sunlight’s golden gleam. Upon your heart of gold In lightness falls the dew, And the wind with mellow voice Croons soft love songs to you. 1L This, then, the secret sweet Of your silky golden dress, You live in a golden clime, Absorb its loveliness, Reflect the smile of stars And the sunlight’s precious gleam, Proud of your native land, “Land of the poet’s dream.” fls_..uCAFFERTY. l[j' ]Bloom('ng C('mty and P lagey. It is generally supposed that the poppy’s satiny flame-colored blossoms glitter and glow under California’s skies alone, but in truth it has spread its “‘cloth of gold’’ over many parts of Oregon, Washington, Ne- vada, Arizona and New Mexico, while on the little island of Santa Catalina it flaunts its very gayest and most gorgeous blooms. The California poppy blooms from early springtime till Jate in the fall, but varies much in both size and color with the seasons. At first it blooms freely, its great deep cups shining like molten gold; then, as the year wanes, it climbs the mountain- sides, as if following the sun, and the cups, held up by the slender stems for warmth and light, are very small and of a pale, sickly yello ~ Che chu\a Of How the Eschscholtzia Be- came Yellow. A pale, half-open poppy Hid a sunbeam in her heart, And with all her care forgotten To dreamland did depart. But when she woke next morning, Her charms could scarce be told, That tiny little sunbeam Had clothed her all in gold. GERTRUDE D. FEATHERSTONE. Ghaney an H('j- Dog. For Jiny Folks. Charley had a little dog whom he called Fido, and ke hada taught him many amusing tricks. One day while the little boy and his dogeie were having a frolic a man witha band-organ and a performing monkey came along the street. Charley was delighted with the music and followed the man to the end of the block, faitbful Fido, close at his heels, en- joying the music as much as his little master. Finally they grew tired and turned toward home. As Charley reached the gate a bright idea struck him, and he hur- ried into the house and up the stairs into the nursery. He immediately began to undress his sister’s lovely big doll, and soon had Fido arrayed in the garments. Next he took his sister’s little music-box in his hand, and picking up Fido in his arms ran quickly out of the house and down the street toward town. On reach- ing & corner where a great many people passed to and fro during that hour of day he stopped and wound up the box. As soon as kido heard the familiar notes, for Charley often had had him per- form to music, he commenced to dancea ig. 1516 Jooked w0 oomlcal that Sviey ove who was passing stopped and smiled. ‘When the box ran down Charley gave Fido the dolly’s hat and the cute little doggie walked around on his bind legs, holding the hat out before him just as he had seen the monkey do. Charley enjoyed the fun as much as the passers-by, and when some of them who knew the little boy’s parents actually dropped a few nickels into the hat the little fellow was 5o tickled that he jumped for joy and almost let the music-box fall as he went to ciap his hands. Allat once he heard a voice saying ina ead tone, “Why, Charley!” He looked up quickly and there was his own dear mamma, surprised and shocked POPPY JINGLE. L Pretty little poppies In every sunny nook, Pretty little poppies Growing by the brdok. W List to what | say; APEREH Pretty. little poppies, i Come with me,; | pray.’ to see her son so far away from home, with Fido drageing sister Lucy’s fine dolly clothes in the dust. The boy dropped his gyes, and going slowly up 10 her slipped his littie hand in hers and. started for home, poor Fido walking behind with a very weary look, secming to know that he too had been naughty. ¢ Charley and his mamma had a good long talk and then Charley understood why it was wrong forhim to act so; after asking his mother's forgiveness, he went to make his peace with his sis:er Lucy. His mamma was pnzzied s to_what 10 do with the money Charley and Fido had collected, six nickels in all. Of course she could not return it, for she dia not know just who had given it. So shecalled her little boy and told him to decide, which he did by saying “why, of course, mamma, that’s to buy Lucy’s dollie a new dress, for the one Fido and I spoiled!” LuLu Ricumax (a little girl). et iy QaliSornia Poffy. Beautiful poppy With golden hue, Roots deep in the ground Where gold was found, That lured the pioneer to roam Far away from his childhood’s home, Which we his grandchildren enjoy In happiness without alloy; We roam the hills and valleys green Gathering flowers that strew the scene, Fair emblems of our Golden State, That is so dear and grand and great; And with a happy thankful heart We praise our Maker for the part He gives us in this garden grand, To gather o’er this matchless land Our waving golden poppy- WILLIAM SEA JR. (C. R. C.). G Qov Btate Flower. The winter sun is fading Into warmer rays of spring; The buds of flowers are bursting, 4 While birds thetr love songs sing. Then up from mother earth, In this favored Golden West, A flower comes peeping forth Harper's “Round Table,” March 16 issue. Entertaining series of stories by law- yers, personal experiences, ranning now in Youtl’s Companion. An article by Justin McCarthy on ‘‘Personal Recollec- tions of Great Americans’’ appears in the last number. The April number of 8t. Nicholas for April has reached us. It is brimful of good things—pictures, tales, rhymes and jingles. The continued stories, ‘‘The Last Three Soldiers,” ‘‘Mastér Skylark” and “Miss Nina Barrow’ are all delightfully eutertaining. “The Lights That Guide in the Night,” by Lieutenant J. M. Elliot, U. 8 N., isfinely written, and carefully illustrated. Bl The Porpy. Only a little cup of gold, Of bright and besutiful hue, Supported by & slender stem And filled with glittering dew. M. Eva Navose (C. R. O). Letter-Box. CAMPTONVILLE, Cal., March, 1897. Dear Editor: Last week it snowed here real hard and I d1d wish some of the City members Sparkling 0Oh daisies and buttercups g I with dew The poppies are doffing about California’s flower I shall write a little about the mountain poppy. In the first place itisof a much lighter color than tbe valley varfety and appears later and lasts & much shorter time. 1 think it is a very appropriate State emblem, for it is found in all parts of California. I think that nature painted the popps goiden ss a hint to man tnat the most precious of all metals lies beneath. I close with many greetings to you and the members of C.R.C. and with a quotation about the poppy by Helen Hunt Jackson: Along Anaconda’s hills the shimmering heat EBathes ail the fields of wheat until they glow, The poppies, fithe and fleet, ¥, like fiery torchm e, to and fro. er does no: know thas they are there; He walks with heavy feet, Counting the heads of autumn’s gain. While I—1 gmile to think that days remain 1n which I shall be glad, remembering how the | et Lithe popples ran like torchmen with the wheat. Your littie friend, HARTLEY JACKSON (C. R. C.). A BOUQUET OF WILD CALIFORNIA POPPIES. Which we prize above the Test; And as it lifts its golden head + _ From out its feathery leaves, Behold! the very land o'erspread With our California poppies. On the tops of lofty mountains, In the cool and shady dell, You can fiud the yellow blossoms Of this flower we love so well. Where'er you roam, my little triends, Whate'er may be your fate, Remember these goid-hued popples Are emblematic of our State. FRONIE ABBOTT. Exchange g A story for boys by John Habberton in could have been here. The main street in this town is vory steep, and of course makes a fine sled track, and everybody, big and little, were out witn large sleds, smail eleds and all kinds of sleas, shooting down the hill and having a grand time. One night the track was allowed to freeze and the first ones to try it next morning were two young men. There isa precipiceat the foot of the street, and to prevent accidents to teams a fence is built across. The morning of which I spesk the track was as smooih as glass and the young men’s sled shot over the surfece at such a high rate of speed, increas- ing ail the time, that they were unable to con- trol it, and it deshed over the ferce, breaking it,and oyer the precipice all went. Fortu- nately neither was huri, with the exception of a bad fright, a broken sled and s few scratches and braises. As you asked us to contribute so mething New BVa('n-Rukev‘f. L A word square. A girl’s name. A glergyman. A great caricaturist. Insects. A diamond puzzle. A letter in shore. Name of an Indian tribs, Comes together. - A bevernge. A letter in shore. 1 and 2 original by EMILY MOUSTON (C. R.C.). 1iL. 1am a receptacie; behead me and Iam a domestic_animal; again, again and you'll find me in the alphabet. 1L 1V. A nursery rhyme. Slumber, sweet infent, in thy airy nest, While gentle breezes rock thee to thy rest; Let not thy weeping shake thy frail abode, Lest to the earth be hurled thy light couch and its abode. Selected—ALMA LEa (C. R. C.). V. My 1is in bought but not in sold, My 21isin sty but not in fold, My 3 is in more but not in less, My 4 is in shoe but not in dress, My 5 is in drown, not in immerse, My whole is an English writer of verse. HARTLEY JACKSON (C. R. C.). VI My 10, 3, 4, 5 is a garden implement. My 2,9, 10, 7 a musical instrument. My 1,3and7 158 part of a tree. My 6,7, 11, 3, 10 is & weapon, you see, My 8, 9,10 is an organ of man, My whole is 8 writer. Tell me if you ean, H. FRosT KEYES (C. R. C.). VIL Dress material puzale. (a) “Arrived” plus “building material.” () “To have seated” plus a “tavern.” (c) A “noise made by a cat” plus a “vegets. ble” (d) A “*dude” plus an “animal.”” Avice BELL (C. R. C.). VIIL Subtract one hundred from any num- ber of small cubes and get one of them. Subtract nothing from & head-covering and have something used by bricklayers. Subtract fifty from a sort of bridle and have one who detests. Subtract five hundred from & tie and leave & curse. Add together what has been subttacted and bave something brought by winter.—Sslected. LILTAN PEARL MITCHELL (C. R. C.). IX. Two A’s, two D's, 8 V, E, Nand C. Put them together And spell them foa me.—Oririnal. R. H. FLETCHER Jr. (C. R. C.). In noise #nd in sound My head's to be found, ‘And my last may be seen in a door. These both joined aright Will bring into sight An insect you've heard of before. E. McCLURE (C. B. C.) X. Bnswers to Puzzles. Answers for March 21, 1897: 1. Going on 10 his ninth yea’ 1L When it is a little bear ( 1I1. Ostrich, drake, dodo. Iv. AL f E E A N D EE P V. Black-lack. Glass-lass. VI L ¥ E 0 N 4 d CETS L] VIL Earl-ear. Modesta-modest. VIII Cap-nap-gap. Rap-hap-map. Lap-pap-rap-tap. Who would be A mermaid fair, singing alone, Combing her hair Under the sea In & golden curl With a comb of pearl On a throne? Quotation from Tennyson's ““Mermaid.” X. Watsonville. IX. Answers to Puzzles. Answers to puzzles of March 21 have been ceived from the foliowing members of C. R. Ethel McClure, Annie Jones, H. Frost Keyes, Retha Walden and F. Anthes, Mada- lens Lagomarsino. For March 14 from Bessie Orchard and Hartiey E. Jackson. Answers from non-members for March 21 from Elsie Akelan and Mabel Cass. For March 7 from Mattie Jefferson, March 14 from Hilda Lippi. Answers to Gorrespondents. Maud M—Thanks for your kind wishes. M. Eva N.—The flowers were beautiful Thelr fragrance has delighted me all through the day. Lucy M.—Your little poppy rhyme was very good. Try agsin and take more time. M. T. Branes—No, you are not t0o old to belong to C. B. C., and we'll welcome you gladly as a member. Parts of your production are really excellent. Letus Lave more of your work. C. R. C. stands for Childhood's Realm Club. Letters Acknowledged. Besides letters published pleasant communi- cations have been received from the followy ing: H.F. Keyes (C- R. C.), Margaret Larkum, Jessie Huntley, Mattie Jefferson, Hazel Sever- ance, Annic Lawrey, Loren Hanns, M. Eva Navoue (C. R. C.), Olga Zeller, Romeo Codoin, Bessie Orchard (C. R. C.), Mabel Cooley, F. Willard Duffy. Edna Rouner (C. R. C.), Elinor Parke, Lois Hansen, Tena Abbie Brown, Irene Doherty, Fred Anthes (C. R. C.), Eisa Lange, Raymond Angwin, Madeline Girot, Elsle Ake- lan, Johuny Ellena, Alice McGovern and Jen- Original, by HiLpA Lippr (C. R. C.). nie Fiorence Hall. . **Pretty little poppies, Growing by the brook, And watching little fishes Escape the wily hook. “}gret'ty little poppies, I think I'll go away; Pretty little poppies, N - **Pretty little maiden, List to what we say Pretty little maiden, We would rather stay. I wish you all good-day. . |*Pretty little maiden, We think you very wise; If you tarry long here -W e sure tq close your eyes. B §