The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, May 9, 1897, Page 24

THE SA FRANCISCO CALL, UNDAY, MAY 9 1897, ,:, _ ~FoiTeED By 7. AARY-W-RICHARDS: the Week. ATION. A Thought for Tt matters not what you may do— To make a nation or a shoe —Selected. e of the C. R. C. badge. v Con. will two ce How p and recogni rs to meet the pretty | where the water dashed and roared through a narrow opening in the rocky cliffs into & deep hole far below. The cliffs rose to a height of abouta hunared feet and were steep and slippery; one side being very smooth, while from the other, narrow ledges jutted out here and there. and was used asa path, which varied in width all the way from about threeinches to a foot and a half. Patches of moss | clung to the rocks in places. As'I had crossed over on the ledge so many times before, no thought of danger entered my mind, and after winding my line and slinging my string of fish over my shoul- cer I went merrily on, going slowly of course. When I had gotten safely half way over 1 suddenly bLeard the awful warning of the presence of a rattlesnake, | and sure enough my horror-stricken eyes " Sis-ter " Tot stood in ‘the door Her lips were set sc tight, and her eye-brows tied tn a hard kaot. learn-ng to knit And the thread goes o-ver so, and then so, and — Hear me! 1ve dropped *a stitch' Whart shall [ do?~ Qo acednt do aos-sen at all Tor sad sweet lir cle Werwee shipping down trom the door siep at Tots side to the grass Qe acednt do nos scn 11 des dir down rere and pit cem all up off ze gwound fas Where is oor utch? | tant see it here tall?” as ev er oo dwop em Jittle badge. Address Mary W. R. Richards, San Francisco CALL, S. F. Cal. H Pe(doo_f POJ'(U on. By E. G. Wengwoop. About two years ago. while living in the little town of D——, I hada very excit- ing experience. Like most boys, after reading of hair- breadth escapes by land and sea, or by tire and water, I wished very much to be the hero of some real blood-curdling adven- tare. My home was near the banks of a mountain stream, in which were many trout. I was very fond of fishing, and when- ever I could, would take my rod and follow up the stream, then cross over to the river and fish down until I reached bome. One fine Saturday I shouldered my roi and started out for a_happy time of sport, little thinking that [ should get all the adventure I wished during the next few hours. I was very successful and soon had a fine string of finny beauties. Nothing unusual happened unt!l T had descended the river for about two miles on my homeward journey, at a point saw coiled on the ledee in front of mea monstrous fellow almost ready to spring. Of course Idid not care to do battle with | a rattlesnake on a narrow ledge, so I began | to retreat, backing first, then turning, when | the ledge was wide enough to allow me to doso. 1had no more than just turned when Isaw another rattlesnake coming toward me and covering up my retreat. I turned again toward home, determining to kill thefirst one and then cross before the other came up. Iheld on to the cliff with my lelt hand and grasping my rod firmly with my right brought it down with all the force I could on the snake’s head, with what resuit I know not, for the rock which I had grasped could not stand the strain, and broke loose, pitching me headlong down the cliff. At a point about thirty feet down grew a little pine tree, and I was fortunate enough to be caught by-its branches, and s00n succeeded in getting a firm hold, but Isaw that the soil around its roots was very loose and knew that it would not long be able to bear my weight, and I cer- tainly would be dashed to pieces on the rocks below. I need not say that I called londly for help, and kept scraping the cliff with my feet as I tried to climb up. While doing this I struck a litile ledge a few inches THE GOSSIPS. “ The trained dog in the ne ¢ What for ?”* * He says there’s too much xt cage says he’s going to move.” red ape about this menagerie!”’ Oneof these ran across the cliff | | around his neck; and with the other end wide and about a foot long. By resting my feet on this, part of the strain was re lieved, but it was still terrible, and as my fingers were fast becoming very numb, I knew I could not hold on ten minutes longer. Al atonce 1 heard a dog barking and whining above me, and then the welcome sound of my brother Willie's voice. My courage reyived and I began to shout louder than ever, explaining my position to him as best I could. He grasped ' the situation quickly, and lost no time in getting off his leather coat and cutting it into strips. OI these he mads a rope. First tying a noose in one end, he threw it to me. With much difficulty I succeeded in slipping the nooss around my waist and then, partly by scrambling and partly by being putled up, I finally found myself safe once more on the ledge. ‘When I reached home I was none the worse for my adventure, with the excep- tion of having received some scratches and a very bad scare. Fortunate for me, indeed, was the fact of my brother Willie's having been hunt- ing that day in the vicinity of the cliffs, and I think that you will agree with me that he and not I was the hero of that day’s adventure. Dovolhy ans §eotly. Dorothy is a three-year-old girlie. Scotty is a dear little Scotch terrier—a mass ol silky bair, out of which glow and glisten two bright, brown eyes. When the girlie comes out in the morn- ing she greets the great, dewy, green world around her with: “Where's my yope? I want to get my horsie, cause I mus do to town wight away and det some sings for breakfus.” Brother Jack, who is a big boy and can Dorothy. reach away up high, gets the rope down rom the nail and gives it to her. With -a happy little chuckle she trots off to whera the fat doggie lies snapping at fies, Up he jumpsto meet her, and she soon has one end of the rope tied fast beid tight by chubby hands, driver and horsie are ready to start. “Det up, Scotty; det up. I say!” and the fat doggie “dets up’” as fast as he can. “Oh, what fun! How they roli and tumble along! Up and down the long porches; in and out the pleasant kitchen to the barn; down the hill and up again, making the piggies run squealing to their mothers, setting chickens to cackling and scattering them to the right and to the left, and scaring poor pussy up a tree. At last Ecotty gets tired and wants to stop playing horse and be a doggie again. So he watches bis chance, and when his mistress, loosens her hold on the rope a little, he gives it a sudden jerk, which pulls it right out of her hand. Then the sly fellow, quick as a flash, grabs it by the end with bis mouth, and after giving the astonished littlo girl a sly look scampers off toa safe hiding-place, bolding the rope tight with his teeth all the time. He has a fine rest, and does not ven- ture'to show himself again until Dozothy is taking ber noonday nap. Then he comes and rubs himself up against her mamma’s dress so hard that she has to stop her work and take the rope off his neck. He watches her closely then until be sees her hang it on its nail, where he knows it is far out of Dorothy’s reach; Scotty. then he walks off with an air of great im- portance, wagzing his tail and ready to enjoy his dinner of bones. M. W. R. A Greaking and a Squeaking, When you hear a creaking, creaking, And a real car-splitting squeaking, As of some one vengeance wreaking. On the poor old garden gate, Theu you know that we are coming, And you all come running, ruzning Out to meet us at the garden gate. But to-day, when we are coming, No one wili come running, running, None to meet us wili be coming; None will seek the garden gate. No one hears the creaking, creaking, Noone smiles at squeaking, squeaking, As of poor, neglected barnyard gate. Would you know the awlul reason Of this seeming heartless treason, Of this sad, heart-breaking season And the abseuce of the squeak? Paps made a resolution To effect & revolution, And when otled our buggy ceased to creak. ALICE L. MELVILLE. Btar amv Pttj'. Star 1s a little girl who is very fond of all God’s living creatures, and sees beauty and wonder in the tiniest worm. When she was very young she liked all kinds of bugs so well that shs would often crawl ont under the bushes and catch ax many as she could. Bhe passed many happy hours with ants, moths, spiders and grasshoppers. Strangs playfellows for a baby, weren’t they ? Caterpiliars interested her very much, and when ehe was old enough she closely studied their habits. She watched them with delight as they fLL TELL YOU IF YOUD LIKE T0 K7 " WHERE ALL MY PETS CAME FROM. PoOR LITTLE THINGS, THEY CAN NOT SPEAK THEY ALL ARE-DEAF AND DUMB. 2 gjgz CoME BEAUTY, SAY Bow-Wow. 2 My HoNG-KONG RoM FAR CHINA €AME ~ [{AS-ARA TROM JAPAN : My HoNG-HoNG HAS A LiTTLE KAS-ARA HAS A FAN. On. Tz 15 FROM GERMANY. WhiLe DEBE HAILS FRoM [RANCE S AND [RITZIE HE CAN SING A SO AND DEBE SHE CAN DANCE . Goop DDy 18 FroM [RIN DEAR, — AND SHE CAN MILK THE COW: e BUT BEST, MY LITTIE DOG IS NERE, BRI TU s (7 oty Elsa Lapge Ccrc 1l vears old VX spun their cocoons and then after & while of sleep appear in the beautiful robes of the butterfly. One day her papa brought her home a turtle, and it soon became a great pet. Star laughed heartily every time she saw him bury himself in the earth. Then, too, she had a lizard and a horned toad. Their favorite amusement was catching flies, and they loved to lie in the sun half covered with werm sand. By the time Star was 7 years old she had a curious and varied collection of grasshoppers, bees, b:etles, butterfliesand moths which she had neatly mounied on carde. She is now 9 years old and has some 1arger pets. among them being a pair of chipmunks and a pair of pretty black and white long-eared rabbits. The chipmunks are very cute, and they frisk around so lively that the dog thinks they are rats and tries hard to get at them, for he is a fine ratter. The rabbits hava a house all by them- selves, and she calls them “her little dears,” and says they are ‘‘too sweet for anything.” But best of all she hasa pony. I wish you could see her pretty saddle | | | | am 18 years old, and live in Tucson; but at present I am here with my papa on & “rodeo.” Mawma lets me read the children’s pageand the Youth's Companion. I am so fond of THE CALL that I rode to Riverside station yesterday, a distance of five miles on horseback, to get it. If you care to know something about Arizona I shall be pleased to tell you all about it in my next letter. I rematn your constant reader, ELSIE ZELLWEGER. SAN Josk. Dear Iditor: 1 send for my badge, 5o please mailit to me. I shall make my letter as short asIcan, for T only wished tosend the order. Papa gave it 1o me for my birthday present. 1 was 10 vears old the 28th of April. Andso Your loving friend, GENEVIEVE PAGE. SIERRA CITY, Cal., April 28, 189’ : The piece about the “doodle- The 8choolma’am’’ was very inter- esting. I think from what she wrote that it is what we call the anteater found here. They have holes shaved like an inverted cone. 1 have scen them catch ants very quickly. The ants, aiter they are once in the traps, seldom get out sgain. The shower of earth thrown up by them is very pretty. Last year I found a lot of these doodle-bugs’ nests, and I teok a few and put them in & can with dry, light earth into which they would bur- Dear Ed, bug” b - ~\_ 3 \ DONALD. Dear little face, so winsome and fair, Framed in a halo of golden hair; . Eyes thoughtful, serious, sparkling, gay, Like a wind-swept rill on a summer day. Mouth like a rosebud cleft in twain, Breathing its perfume after the rain ; Teeth like the gleam of a drop of dew In the rosebud’s heart as it opes to view— Half hidden, as though too much revealed Would mar the beauty therein concealed ; A laugh like the music of fairy bells, Ringing at midnight in dewy dells ; A presence that breathes of light and love, Bearing our thoughts to the realms above, For surely the angels are not more fair Than this dear little child with golden hair. MRs. E. J. CAFFERTY. and bridle! She has many a fine canter across the country on Jack’s back. Jack is her pony’s name. He is very obedient to his little mistress’ voice and is very gentle, although you would not think so { you chanced to see him kick up his heels and gallop over the pasture lot. Fsrerie F. Gray (C. R. ) RiversipE, Pinal County, Ariz,, April 26,1897, 1 Dear Editress: T have just finished reading the “Children’s Realm” in THE EUNDAY CALL of the 18:h iust. Ilike it very much. 1 row. After their holes had been made, I gave them ants and other insects for food. Adeline Knapp’s article in this last CaLn was very interesting. The martens are build- ing nests and they are making & lot of fuss over it. In the early morning you can hear them scream and chirp. We have a marten- house over our home. Every spring they come here and build nests and hatech young martens. They.ate very happy when they are teaching theirlittioones to fly. Isawamar ©oax a young one once to a bullding a good ways off from home. After it got there it took the parents some time to get it back. The fruit trees are in full blossom here now. We have an apple tree that looks like snow, it is 10 loaded With blossoms. Your constant reader, THEODORE J00s (C. &. C.). SAN FRANCISCO, April 28, 1897. Tear Fditress: We have taken THE CALL for along time and I have often wished to belong to the C. R. C. Tam the president of a club of ten members, Mary Campodonico the vice- president, Lena Linera the secretary, Jean Cohn the representative, Maria Hawton the heroine, Grace Loh the pet. Jesse Loh is the expert ball-player, Oscar Swable sergeant-at- arms and Sam Cxmpe the treasurer. We hold our meetings In one and another's houses. The vice-president, representative and secretary have pianos. The vice-presi- dent also has a musical instrument that will play all tunes if you wind it up. The girls were ieaching us to dance, but the vice MAY HOUSEKEEPING. president has gone to the country. and we only have two meetings a month now. We had a party before she leit. money, but we had s grand time. print this letter it will please and surprise the members, for they do not know I have written to you. party. Yours respectfully, FRANK HAWTON. Szoax, Gallatin Coudts, Mont.,} Avpril 28, 1897. Dear Editor Childhood’s Realm: 1am 13 yeats old. This is my first letter to THE CALL, Mr. Kelley is an old Californian and he has taken ‘THE CALL for twelve years We have forty-one little lambs and I helped feed five of them irom a bottle. We live in the country on & mountain farm. We had a good school last winter and our teacher’s name was Mrs. on. H this letter don’t find its way to the waste- basket, maybe I’ll come again. I remain yours forever, NETT(E M. BROWN. OAKLAND, Cel., May 2, 1897. Dear Fditor: Asl saw my name published among the rest for those who belong to the C.R.C.I thought I would write and thank you for publishing it. It was my sister’s birth- day on the 1st of May, She had a party on Friday night. My {atherhad his eyes hurt not long ego. He got & piece of glass right in the sight of his right eye. He cannot see now unless he wears glasses, and 1t is just s certain kind that he can see | with at ail. 1 go to the Prescott School and am in the high fifth grade. 3y tezcher’sname 1s Miss Morris. She is very nice. I have three listie kittens, They look ex- actly like little baby tigers. Their mother is pure Maltese. We also have fifteen little brown Leghorn chickens. Thirteen were hatched in the incubator. Iremain your lit: tle writer, BETH JOHNSTONE. SAN FRANCISCO, May 5, 1897, Dear Mrs. Richards: 1 think my cousin is coming up to-day. She hves in the coun- wy. I hope we shall have a very nice time. I am going to tell her about our club. I kuow she will wish (o be a mem- ber of C. R. C. I think the pictures and stories on our page were very nice this week. The poem entitied “An Inquiry” was so cute I hope we all soon see Alice Bell's name on the page te anything about Ten- I have never seena Mamma intended to take Maypole dance yet. me this year to see it, but she was sick and we could not go. From your loving friend, 52 silver street. EMILY HOUSTON. PUZZLES. L Anagrams, birds. (a) Sumit toe. () Low laws. () Lint rags. (d) Nipeog. (¢) Rock wee pod. Shurth. Skin-her-fig. Déck-ring-mob. Nibor. Nilent. Belected by FRED ANTHES (C. R. C.). 1I. Tom Lion, name of great poet. Original. MAX EELIG (C. R. C.). 1IL. Why is the Emporium in San Francisco like a cage? G. LoH (C. R. C.). IV. Buried animals. (a) Is Charles shamming or ill, Alice? (b) Ileft Eric at the show. (¢) Have you apet, Kate? (d) 1shall climb the mast if Frank will. PAULINE DUGGAN (C. R. C.). V. Behead & metal and have “advanced in g Original. E1siE L. BLopGETT (C. R. C.). VL. (a) Transpose tne letters of a Japanese plant, and get what we must do (o live. (0) Transpose what we do in harvest time, and have an autumnal fruit. () Sixty, and get what every lover says his sweetheart does. (d) The hardest and almost heaviest sub- stance, and got the lightest. Selected by THEO, J0os (C. R. C.). VIL Names of different kinds of dress cloth: (a) Money plus a lak (b) A boy’s name plus girl's name. We spent all our | If you | Some time Ishall tell you about the | (¢) Disorder plusa city in Massachusetts. (d) A musical instrument plus a river. (¢) Knocked into pieces plus assistance. | ALice BELL (C. R. C.). | VIIL (a) What is the meaning of the word | “Plagiarist?” () Go for word hunt In “Plaglarist.” RULES. Use each lotter for any one word only as often as it occurs fn the given word. No abbreviations will be accepted. The one who 15 successful in finding the greatest number of words will be entitled to membersnip in C. R. C. JX. Crossword enigma. My 1 is in bought, but not in sold. My 2 is in sty, not in fold. My 3 is in more, not in less. My 4 is in shoe, but not in dress. My 5 is in drown, but not in immerse. And my whole was an Euglish writer of verse. H. JAckSoS (C. R. C.) X. (a) What was it the blind man took at breakiast that restored his sight? (b) Which is the heavier, half of the moon or the whole of it ? Selected by PERCY RICHARDS (C. R. C.) Answers for May 2. L (a) The letter “'S.” (b) A passing remark. | (0 Aplg, because ne is first killed and then cured. (d) When it's a little reddish (radish) or | when it's a turnup (turnip). | 1I. Dray, yard, ray, X ray. 1L ANNA N O ON NOON ANNA Iv. ETCH TILE CLAM | H EM P V. Birds of a feather flock together, { VL Item-mite—time-emit. VIL c { ALE i CLOAK | EAT | K | v B | ARE | BRILL | ELM L | IX. Cow-horse-dog. Letters Received. Besides letters published pleasant commu- nications have been received from the fol- lowing: Charles Killpack, Retha Waldan (C. R. C), Pauline Duggan, Eva Navone (C. R. C.), Esther Kelley, Max Selig (C. . C. | 6. W. Page, Lizsie M. Wienke (C.R. C.), Theo | Joos (C. R. C.), Emma Dulfer, Blanch E. Stout (C.R. C.), Nona Herbert (C. R. C.), Vera Chis- bolm (C. R. C), Aithur W. Simpson (C. R.C.) and Ruby Weider. Gorrespondents’ Golumn. | Emma D.—Please write only on one side of | vour paper. Blanch E. S.—Fifty cents. Please send 2 cents for postage also. Vera Chisholm, you are enrolled as a member. Wiltiam Sea—Your Easter poem has just been receivsd. Max 8.—(1) Your suggestion isa good one. (2) A roll of honor is to be published on the | 1ast Sunday of the year. It will contain the names of the most faithful workers in C. R. C. (3) Either Clay or Market street office. Solvers. Answers to puzzies of May 2 have beenm | recetved from the following members of C. R.C.: ' Max Selig, Theo Joos, Blanch E. Stout and Ethel McClure. For April 28—Theo Joos. For April 11—Wiliiam Sea and Alma Sea. | From non-members for April 28— Willie Crooks. Exchanges Received. Youth’s Companion, Harper's Round Table and Golden Days. THE 7 E) 13 LE5% AL W2 h G B " 4%:’\ ZA INTRUDER. [Sketched by a “Cali” artist.] "