The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, April 4, 1897, Page 26

THE SAN FRANCISCO CALL, SUNDAY, APRIL 4, 1897. Icome,Icome! Ye havecalled melong— I come o'er the mountains with light and song! Ye may trace my steps o'er the wakingearth, By the winds w. h tell of the violet’s birth, By the pr.mrose stars in the shadowy grass, By the green leaves opened as I pass. CIA HEMANS. Greeting to APyl Here she comes, along! What care we for the gentle showers which hover over and around her? See, bow she strews bright daistes along the way, and how the tiny raindrops glisten like diamonds in her sunlit hair. Weicome! Thrice welcome, April; even though thou art ever called fickle and i constant! Now as we bow before thee, we implore thy royal highness to bave pity upon us, for cruelly we have been buffeted about by old Father March. Whew! How he blustered on his way; holding high revels day and mighi with his faithful attendants, North Wind and Jack Frost. tripping, smilingly It in spite of the biting cold we dared to | poke our noses out of doors, the cruel old fellow invariably sent us back, drenched to the skin. Then to think of how he dishonored the familiar adage, “March comes in like | alion and goes out like alamb.” This year he stayed like a lion and went out | lie a lion, roaring to tne very last. So we're glad that he has gone—and once again welcome you, O! fair first monta of spring! — . o ]Baége of the R(alm. A picture of our badge! little silver badge now being made by Shreve & Co., San Francisco. We sincerely hope all ihe members of the C. R. C. are pleased with the choice. How to get it. Be sure you are a mem- The pretty ber, then send 50 cents for the badge, and | Members re- | 2 cents for return postage. siding in San Francisco may leave their money in an envelope, together with their name and address, at the business office ot Tue CArL on Market street, if they wish. All letters must be addressed to Mary W. Richards, Childhood’s Reaim, Sanx Fraxcisco Cavrr, San Francisco, Cal. The Name of Ogyr New [Monty. “April” is from the word “‘Aperilis," meaning “opening,” or ‘‘when the earth opens its mouth,” as this season is the birthtime of joliage, flowers and all the living things of spring. S F(qvt of APl The observance of this day as a time for fan is a very old custom, and 1ts origin is still wrapped to someextent in mystery. Not alone has April Fool’s day been cel- ebrated in England aud America, but bundreds of years ago in far-away Hin. dostan we find that on a certain day peo- ple were sent on fruitless errands and de- ceived by false promises, and the Japanese also were wont 1o present useless and | foolish gifts on a day in early spring, or to “ send others on foolish errand: }A}’{(l’ (¥ Stone ane Flovf(f. The brilliant diamond, April's stone, is the most valuable of all the gems of the mineral world. Its sentiment is “inno- cence,” as is also that of April’s flower, the modest, delicately colored daisy. s MDI\ key, ]Pon) Once upon a time a Monkey, a Pony and a Bow-wow ran a race for some prizes. | The one who won the race was to get a | stick of candy. The one who got in last | was to get a tin wnistle. The one who got in second was to receive nothing at all. All three stood inarow. The gobbler | gave the signal and off they started. | Wkew! How fast theyran! Up hill and down as fast as their legs would carry them. They ran and they ran and they | ran. They ran all day and all night, and all the next day. The Pony was ahead by this time. Next came the Monkey, | and last of all the Bow-wow. Wuen the night shadows fell the Pony, looking back, saw that the others were far behind him, and, feeling quite tired, he laid aimself down to rest. ‘'For,"” said he to himself, “I cin jump up before they reach me, and shall feel so much refreshed | atter my littie rest that I shall be able to | run all the faster. But the first thing he did was to fall fast asleep. Very soon up came the monkey, and seeing the pony lying asleep, thought he, too, would rest for a short time. *“'But I shall not go o sleep like that foolish Pony,” Le chattered 10 himself, “nd by the time the Bow-wow reaches me I shall feel | better and can run with greater speed, so he threw h maself down, and was soon like the pony, soundly sleeping. By and by the Bow-wow arrived and found the sleeping animals. *Well, 1 think I’ll run past them a ways and take a bit of a rest myself,”” whined he, softly. So he passed them quietly, ran on the way for quite a distance and then stretched himself ont on the ground to rest his weary little legs. “Even {f I shou!d drop off to sleep,” ar- gued he with himsell, when they awaken the noise they moke in running by me will disturb my rest; then 'il jump up, and being fresh may keep ahead of them | all the rest of the way.”” So very soon he also was dreaming sweet dreamsof suc- cess. Now all three were asleep, and, being very tired, they slept soundly all night long and halfof the next day. Perhaps ihey might hsve been sleeping yet had not a litle fly alighted on the Pony’s ear and tickled it so that the Pony opened one of Lis great big eyes. He looked around, but saw mnothing. Then he opened the other great big eye and looked around once more. Thistime he saw the | funny Monkey curled up by his side. He arose and tried to find the Bow-wow, but he was nowhere insight. *“Ah! Mr. Bow- wow has stolen a march on me by run- ning on ahead!” whinnied he. ‘‘Well, { I'll soon find out!” Pretty soon he came to the doggie Iying asleep in the middle of the road. Ho was | 80 glad that he almost laughed right out loud. Itseemed so very funny. Ho left the Bow-wow to enjoy his slumbers and | ranon his way. On and on and on he trotted, galloved, ioped! but he was still very sleepy, for you know the mischiev- and ]Bovf-\nfov(. | N < ¢ € & [ FRPRRETS R P ous fly had disturbed him before he had finished his nap (a pretty long nap, I think, don’t you?). “Ob, pshaw! I'm going to have some more sieep,” said he. “Even if the Mon- key and Bow-wow do pass me by, I can run so much faster than they that I shall easily overtake them and win the race at last! Thereupon ne threw himself down once more and was soon again wrapped in slumber. Now all three were in "“The Land of Nod” and they slept such a long, long | time that the little fly beceme impatient | for them to waken, so he flew down on the Monkey’s nose and tickled it. The | Monkey jumped up, and not seeing the | Pony re started oft to try to overtake him. Pretty soon he reached the Bow-wow, land beng a good sort of a fellow he | aroused him and they set out side by side | running as fast as they could. | | When they reached the Pony one ran to the right and one to the left, 50 as not to disturb his rest. When they had left him | quite a distance behind they met and sat | down to rest. Said the Monkey to the Bow-wow, Lets play a joke on the Pony I’ All richt,” answered the Bow-wow; s back they went. They tied the Pony’s feet tosether and hunghim up in a tree. They then ran laughng away. The Pony slept a long, long time, but | he little fly a.ter a while awakened him. | Poor fellow! How cross and angry he | | was when he found himself in such a fix! | | He kicked and he kicked and he kicked, | but could not kick himself loose. | By and by he saw some people pass and he called to them. They looked to tne | right, they lookea to the left, they looked | before them and they looked behind them, | but they were too stupid to look up, and as they saw nothing they became fright- |ened and ran away. The Pony called | atter them as loud as he could, but at this | they ran all the faster. A great many other persons passed dur- ing the day and the poor Pony begged th'm to take him down. They looked around at the mound of his voice, but being stupid folks, too, never looked up, and becoming afraid ran away jusc as the others nad done. I do not know whatever wonll have | become of tne Pony if a little boy had not | happenea to come that way and heard him crying to be taken down. Now, this youns lad had some sense: He did not look around a bit, but just looked right up, saw the pony and had him down in less time than it has taken me to tell you. Mr. Pony thanked the little man and then started off to catch | the Monkey and the Bow-wow. My! how fast he did ruu! And the | faster he ran the madder he grew. I do | not blame him, do you? We would be mad, too, if we had been tied by our feet and hucg in a tree, there to stay all day ! The next day he caught up with the rascals. First, he kicked the Bow-wow, and he kicked him so hard that he flew over a high mountain to the east. Then he kicked the Munkey, and he kicked him 80 hard that he flew over two high moun- tains in the west, and for all I know they are flying yet. Then the Pony feeling much better ran on and finished the race. As he gotin first he won the stick of | candy. As he got in last he was given | | the tin whistle, and as Le got in second he also received the third prize—which was nothing at all R. W. Riges. él\g ]_S)L'v( €l fome V(’y(’tor. One day papa told my sister Anna and myself that areal tramp had been seen prowling about the neighborhood. This frightened us considerably, for we live on an island where thera are but few peoole. My father keeps the general merchan- dise store. Some days passed and as we saw nothing of the intruder, all thoughts of him vanished from our minds. One morning er Anna felt quite ill and as mamma’s room is 8o pleasant she was carried in there. | took her breakfast to her, and stood | beside her watching how' much she en- joyed it. All at once I heard a slight noise; raising my head quickly, to my terror and surprise, 1 saw, peering in at the window, tne tramp! Such a sight I had never beheld. A professional tramp! A Weary Willie! A bundle of rags! I dropped the tray and ran screaming to the diping-room. *The tramp, papal The tramp!” Papa caught him and ordered him to THE PONY WREAKS ! leave the premises then, but to come to the store at a certain time and he would Ret him passage on the boat to the City. The day passed and no more of Mr. Tramp. In the evening mamma sent me onan errand and when Ireturned there stood the fellow at our door. Icalled. Papa cameout and the men shut him up in the barn, first searching him for weapons. They found nothing but dirty rags, so we sent him his supper and then papa put him on the boat for San Francisco. When he reached that pluce I have no doubt but that he was es- | corted to his headquarters (the County Jail). Iwasvery glad when I knew that our unwelcome visitor had left our little island once more in peace. 016A ZELLER, 10 years old. Bouldfn, San Joaquin County. CThe Carol §inger- In the salon of a magniticent palace. on the banks of & beautitul river, sata lovalyJ Countess. It was Christmas eve and the yule log burned in the open fireplace and the mis- tletoe hung irom the chandeliers, twined with the holly branch. The beautiful woman sat alone, waiting the coming of her noble lord. Suddenly she heard the patter of snow- flakes ugainst the window-panes. She started with a frichtened look and placed her hand over her heart, as if to quiet its violent throbbing. Why that longing look in the deep violet eves, and why that restless beating of a sorrowing heart? Ah, a bereaved mother is the answer. The sound of carriage wheels aroused her, and soon the master of the palace clasped his loving arms about his wifeand drew her gently toward him until they stood under the mistletoe branch. *“Ab, dear Eleanor,”” he said, kissing her fondly, ‘again those tears. Why sorrow more for our precious one, who must of a certainty now be with the holy angels?” Fifteen years before the beginning of our storv this noble lord and lady with their baby girl were traveling through the mountains of Spain, It happened that one day they were overtaken by a dread- “Whatisyourfather’s name, my child?”’ interrapted thelord. +Ramon Garcia, if you please, sir.” A sbriek from Lady Eleanor and the | astomished ¢irl was clasped in her arms, “My daughter! My daughter] Atlast!| At last heaven has granted my prayers!| Ramon Garcia was the name of the leader of the brigands, and he stole my baby from me just fifteen yearsago! Youl Oh, how oid are you, Carmelitay’ “I am just 15 answered the sweet, trembling veice. Lady E.eanor's husband thought the same as she—that this must, indeed, be their daughter, but feared to arouse false hopes until they could prove with a cer- tainty that it was, icdeed, true. They sent the other children down to the large dining-hall and bade the butler serve them a bountiful supper and give them beside food for the ones at home, Then the carriage was ordered and the three departed for *“Ramon Garcia's” lodgings. Itwasa poor place indeed. Mounting the stairs “Carmelita” ushered them into aroom where w re sitting Ramon himself and an old woman who had been the nurse of the girl during all these years. The old man made a full confession. He told how he had stolen their child—first in order to secufe a royal ransom, and then how he became so fond of the lictle thing that he determined to keep her for his own. “How did you happen to leave your own country ?”’ asked the gentleman. *Ill health and poverty,” was the an- swer. *‘And you sent this gentla girl out on the street to sing in the bitter cord? A fine way to show your lov*, I'm sure!” “Oh, never before, sir—never before; and she begged so hard to help poor old Remon. I tvought so many years had gone by no one would know her. And now—and now—I've lost my Carmelita! You will teke her from me! I care not to live without my Carmelita!” But the girl would not leave him, and 80 he was taken to the palace, where he remaine! until his death. Carmelita mourned for him bitterly, for he had al- ways been kind and gentle to her, and she bad known no other father's care. But ful storm. Night came on and they lost she was voung, and her bitter sorrow soon FLOW [Sketched from Uife ne ER BOY SELLING POPPIES. ar Lotta’s Founta.n.] their way. While in the heart of a forest, and while the storm was raging, they were attacked by Spanish brigands, who, besides robbing them of their purses and jewelry, stole from their helpless arms their baby girl, Ransom after ransom was offered for her recovery, but she cou'd not be found. Alter spending large sums of money and traveling from place to place in the hope of finding her they at last, weary and dis- couraged, returned to their beautiful home. But Lady Eleanor possessed a mother's heart, which is ever hopeful, and no persuasion of her husband could make her believe that she wonld never more gaze with earthly eyes on her darling’s fac “‘Peace on earth, good will to men.’ Hark! The little street arabs singing Christmas carols,’ said Lady Eleanor. Going to the window they gaz:d outon the snowy world. Everything everywhere was clothea in a spotless garb. The little carol-singers, on seeing the noble lady, cried out, “Happy Christmas! Happy Chrisimas!” As 1s the custom called within and given a merry Christ- mas cheer. Among them was. a tall, beautiful girl, one foreign to the rest. She was fairasan English maid, while they were the dark-skinned daughters of a ‘warmer clime. Lady Eileanor gazed on the fair, geatle face and gently inquired her name. “‘Carmelita, they call me, but I have another name; bet padre mia grows very angry when 1 say so.” “How long have you been singing Christmas carols on the street, Cor- melita?’ gently continued Lady Eleanor. “'Oh! 'tis never before till to-night; to- night for the first time.” “Where were you born, my dear?” “In the mountains of Castile.” the children were passed away ana she learned to love her handsome, refined father and her sweet, gentle mother with alove much deeper than ‘had ever been awakened in her for Ramon Garecia, Carmelita was soon very, very happy in her beautiful home, and I'm sure neither she nor her parents ever failed to bless the only night upon which she was a little *‘carol-singer.” Marie CuEswortH (C. R. C.), A Little Girl, Lt s An old firm—The Rock of Ages. SAN FRANCIECO, March 4, *97. Dear Editor: This is my second letter to THE CALL. 1bave not written for along time. 1 should like to join the C.R.C. I am not s good hand at writing stories, but I shall try and write one. Istill have my littie pug dog, and be snores lixe an old man. From your friend, HARRY PESHON. SAN FRANCISCO, CAL., April 3, 1897. Dear Editor: 1thought I would write again #8 you said you would like us (o 83y some- thing sbout the California poppy. It is in- deed a beautiful flower. The POppy Srows | basket and be published in the paper. HOW BLUSTERY MARCH WENT OUT. shades, dark yellow, bright yellow and white. prettiest. Hoping my letter will escape the waste- basket, I remain your constant reader, ELLEN M. C. TUBB. FoLoN, OR., Aprill, 1897. Dear Editor: This is my secona letter to THE CALL. 1 go to the Fulton school and my teacner is A. R. Draper, and he issuch s very nice man that I like him. My papa is a hunter and has fourteen dogs, some are hounds, some are bird-degs and we have one who is part bloodhofind. He is very cross. My sister and I both take lessons on the piano. Now gooa-by, BIRDIE E. TERWILLIGER. ALAMEDA, Cal., March 21, 1897. Dear Editor: This is the first letter that I have writien to THE CALL. My paps has taken your paper for thirty vears,aod he likes it very much. I am 7 years old and am in the fourth grade. My teacher's name is Miss Benn, and I love her dearly. Ihave a brother Arthur and a sister Florence. A greatnum- ber of people in Alameda take THE CALL, and their children enjoy reading the chiidren’s page. T hope this letter will escape the waste- little friend, 550 Railroad avenue. GRACE McDox DIxusa, Cal., March 14, 1897. Dear Editor: 1 was very much pleased to see my letter ai d puzzles in print. I like to read the letters and stories in Childhood's Reaim, and would like to become acquainted with some of the boys and girls that write letters and stories for THE CALL. 1 have & violin and take lessons of Mr. Siviey. I like my violin very much. Itcame from Randoiph, Vt., and I1ike to take lessons on it. Iread Johnny O. Navone’s letter and wovld like to know what book he is in. I am in vichtal’s Young Violinist.”” I began taking lessons last summer. Hoping to see my letter in print, I am still your reader, GRETCHEN NICHOLS. MARCH 14, 1897. Dear Editress: This time I sball try to write you an {nteresting letter about my home and pets, as you said you would like that kind. Ilive highup on the hills and we have a beautiful view of tne City. It takes along time to get up, but when we do the view is lovely. There are not many trees around our place yet, as we have not lived here very long, e have started & small garden which ns daisies, violets and primroses. They L growing nicely. Ioften goup on the hill with my playmates to gather flowers, sucn s the poppy and wild pansy. The grass is very tall and green about our place. I shall now explain toyou aboutmy pets. As I told you last Sunday about my little dog I shall tell you about my little bird, who 1s very clever and always lets us know if his house {s out of order. Icall him Rich. When he was very young a lady friend of mine gave him to me. He won't sing unless the sun strikes him. Hoping this letter will not reach the wastebasket I am your earnest reader, ELLEN M. C. TUBB. LENOORE, Cal., March 22, 1897. Dear Editor: This is the first time I ever wrote to THE CALL, which paper my papa has taken for many years. 1have read evers one of the numbers of Childhood’s Realm, ana thought I should let you and the members of C.R. C. know that I am your iriend. Miss Floy Hays wrote her first letter to you a short time ago, &nd, seeing how well she did, I thought I'd try tho experiment also. Iama boy of 12 years and live in a beautitul country of orchards and vineyards. I have a horse and saddle of my own and have a splendid tume riding. My real father lives back East, but I have been adopted by Mr. Underwood, to whom my jather gave me when I was 3 yearsold. My mother died while I was very young. Iattend kchool and hope to see my letter in print. Adlos. Your friend, VESSIE UNDERWOOD. 8N FrANCIsco, Cal,, March 22, 1897. Dear Editress: This is my first letter to THE CALL. We came from St. Louis last fall. My sister Josie would like to belong 1o the C. R. C. She is very fond of pollies. One day I caught her a live quail. Sometimes she teases me, 50 I let it fly away, but I was sorry L did it, for she is generally very good to me. She helpsdo the housework. We shall try and solve some of your puzzles, and I should like to see my letter in our paper. Your little friend, FREDDIE MAYES. 8aN FraNcrsco, March 19, 1897, Dear Editor: 1 thought I would write, as I have not written to you for a long time. We have just had a week’s vacation. 1 did not go anywhere, but I think I shall visit on our summer vacation. Ispoke a “Band of Mercy" plece last Friday. Isuppose you know what a “Band of Mercy’’ 5. 1ts object is kindness to Qumb animals. Our principal holds flagday overy last Friday of the month, and we speak and sing. We all have to wear Ted, white ana biue badges. 1o to the Jefferson School and am in the fourth grade. I have been very much interested in reading the children'y vage, and I am always giad when Sunday comes. I should ltke to be a member of the O, R.C. Iremain, your loving friend, ALICE MCGOVERN, 10 years old. BOULDIN ISLAND, March 9, 1897, Dear Editress: 1have tnis day inclosed my little original story for the “Childhood's Realm,” hoping it will please you, as it ismy first attempt writing for any lfitle paper. I am trying to become one of the C. R. C., as I am fond of reiating littie stories that have Teally happened. You asked our ideas about the “Badge and Motto,” and you also men- tioned the “Roll of Honor.” I think the “Roll of Honor” would be very appropriate. lam aiways glad when Tuesday comes to re- ceive Sunday’s CALL, as 1t gives us little ones great pleasure which you City children don’t long for. Yours grateruily, OLsA ZpriEe, 11 years old. IGERNA, Cal., March 16, 1897, Dear Editor: Igerna is a small lumbering town. It contains, besides residences, asaw ‘mill, a box factory. a store and a boarding- house. They employ a great many men In the summer. There are eighteen men at work in the box factory now. The sawmill is not run- ning at present. but will start up assoon as the storms are over. Hoping to see my letter in next Sunday’s paper, I rematn, your ltie wildon our hill. The poppy has different reader; Lesuie I. WHITTEN. 1 think the poppy and wild violets are the | Pozz\esom, I Hidden birds. (a) The little Queen of Holland will be crowned when she is of age. (b) The man will now reut his farm. () Do veil your face. OLLIE STREETER (C. R. G). II. The name of a group of islands. 1L Anagrams and definitions. 3 Red loam; the possessions of an English nobieman. Can he not; one who lives away from his fellow creatures.—Selected. COBDAN (C. R. C.). IV. My whole is 2 bird. Behead me and L am a measure. J. MoRGAN (€. R. C. V. Whole I am ground. Change my head I ama company; again and I am part of the body; againand Iam dirt; again sad Iam | staft or roa. LENA WooDsox (C. R. C.). VL One-fourth of Suez. One-fifth of Maine. One-seventh of Florida. One-sixth of Nevada. One-fifth of Texas. One-sixth of Dakota. One-fourth of Ohio and one-sixth of Oregon. A country in Central Ameriea. GRETTA CLUPF (C. R. C.) VIL My 1 is i dark, but not in light, My 2 is in day, but not in night. My 3 s in man, not 1n lady. My 4 is in susny, not in shady. My 5 is in be, but not in am. My 6 is in sheep, but not in lamb, My whole s a river of Europs noted in song. M. LAGOMARSINO (C. R. . A quotation from an English poet ’ts th tm ha lls b, ndcldsrhghstpur, Rnld brght 1t ht d Tgy bs csn Ld Clr. From the above the vowels, and “w” and “y” are omitted. ARIEL AND ESTHER WILL (C. R. C.). ix CHARADE. 1 sit and first the MORNING CALL, While over me my second doth wave, That to third and fourth the summons gave, When lo] my third runs across th- floor, And now he has vanished through the door; So T muse and dream and think of how My whole was caused by Mrs. O'Leary’s cow. RUBY LOVELAND. X. The name of 8 month. (a) First, a froit. Second, a fruit. Third, a vegetable. Fourth, a fluid. Fifth, a vegetable. The first letters of each word, properly are ranged as in the order above, will speil the name of a month. () What discovery was made April 2, 15132 (c) Write ashort account of the interesting teatures of this discovery. VIIL Pnswers for March 28. L EDNA DEAN NAST ANTS I s UTE MEETS STEAMER MAMMA TEA R IIL Box—ox—x. 1V. Hush-a-by baby, etc. V. Byron. VI Shakespeare. VIL Came-brick —cambric. Sat-inn—satin, Purr-cale—percale. Buck-ram—buckram. VIIL Cold. IX. Advanced. X, Snail. —— Solvers Correct auswers for March 28 have been re- celved from the following membersof the C.B.C.: Alice Bel!, Theo Joos, Ethel McClure, Retha Waldan, M. Lagomarsino, Willlam Sea Jr., Emily Houston, Alma Sea and Beckle Heino. From non-members for March 28: Kilty Burke, Marguerite Woodbury and Mabel Cass. Interesting Gommunications. We acknowledge receipt of pleasant commu- nications from the following: Lizzie M. Wienke, Minnie Velladoes, Alie> Arps, Elsa Arps, Theodore Joos, Kitty Burke, Mabel Thomson, Homer F. Keyes, Florence L. Krause, Rosie Cook, R. A. M. Gowan, Heston Bean, Jerry Hamilton, Oliie Streeter, Mary Jane Marcum, Jessie Huntley, M. Woodbury, W. Woodbury, Magsie Meehan, Belle Ames, Maud Ames, Ida Suilivan, Mary Steedman, Cleo Dunbar, E. L. A., Dorls H. Alleimore, Julia Kottiuger, E. McClure, Susy E Kottin- ger, Hattle M. Fairciild, Estelle F. Gray and M. T. Branes. Pnswers to Gorrespondents. Ida 8.—Your questions came too late to be answered when you wished, Theo J.—Yes; but first have it corrected by your musle-teacher. E. L. A.—Author of “Rob's Journey,” please send in your address. Retha W.—It 15 impossible to print all your letters. They are very interasting and your editress enjoys them very much, but I am's ure you wish to give all & chunce. Mery P.—Your gobolink, entitled “Rosebud orCycliste,” cowd not ke reprofuced. Yuur sccompauying rhymes were ve L o obtain the §obOlAE agatn, ' 8000 April Exchanges. Harper’'s Round Table, Youth’s Com- panion, Golden Days, St. Nicholas, Our Liitle Ones and the Nursery, The Strand (containmz story for children), Frank Leslie’s Montnly ‘with its fine juvenile de- partment, Try g i .