The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, May 16, 1897, Page 24

A Thought for the Week. 1t fsn’t the thing you do, dear, I’s the thing you leave undone, | Which gives you s bit of heartache | At the setting of the sun. The tender word forgotten, The letter you did not w wer you might have sent, dear, your haunting ghosts te-night. MARGARET E. BANGSTER. | The sweet tace, so eager and merry, | peeping out at you from our heading to- | day is that of a litie one-time neighbor of mine in acity far away. She was a frequent but ever-welcome | little caller; a roguish midzet, with bonny | brown curls and such winning wa he unique heading of last Sunda page was -drawn from an original de: 1y one of the C. R. C. bright bo; H. Owens. And now for a serious little talk—just a few words. How I wish I might gather you all arouud me and look into earnest bine eyes and brown while I talk. Won't you, my dear children, members of C. R. C., be more carefal about writing the words ‘‘selected” or “‘original” on your contributions? I'm surs none of you wish to be that awfal thing called a plagiarist, do you? Don’t forget now—‘original” or lected” must be written on every paper. The sweetest, saddest day of all the year is almo-t here— MEMORIAL Day. Let us iry to have a beantifnl page in bonor of that day—a page that will be | Jooked upon as a treasure in every sol- | dier’s home taroughout our State. } €. is 50 cents. Send also 2 cents for post- age. Only members are entitled to wear this badee. Contribute something to our page and earn the right to wear the pretty little pin. | Address all orders to Mary W. Rich- | ards, San Francisco CaLy, San Francisco, ' Cal. | R°Z>,j’ Joorne. It was cold that morning—about as cold 8 day as ever comes to mil | California—and the sidewalks glistened with a thin white | coverlet of frost which the night had left, | and which so delighted litile Bob as he cxme along, now walking, now sliding “on the ice,” as he termed it, with a small | book in one hand, and the other, when’ | { | The price of the silver badge of the C. . | | he was not using it to balance himsell, in nis pocker. “Was the snow anything like the frost 2"’ he was saying to nimself. “Yes, it must be something like it, only deever, 2o the sidewalks didn't show through. And the ice? Well, that was thick, like snow; only 'twas harder, so a feller couldn’t | sink. What fun it must be to play in the | soft, white snow, and skate and slide over the smooth ice! And, after all, the place where it is can’t be very far away,” he | mused. “‘Perhaps the train around the | corner goes to the very spot. Yes, 1'll go | there some time.” { Then other things attracted his atten- | ““A jolly fat man swung him on the platform.” tion, and he went on to school. That morning & desire to travel to the land where 8now and ice prevail had awakened in Bob's busy little brain. Many times after that he thought and | ride for nothin’ planned about his intended travels to wintry lands, and one evening surprised his papa by asking with an air of great importance “for two nickels, papa.” ““Why do you wish just two nickels, my taking the child on his knee and ng bim a kiss. 0L, "cause,’” answered eager little Rob, ome time I'm going on the train around the corner.”’ “Oh, you are, are you? Well, I'll give ou three; one for candy on the way,’ id his papa, not haviug the least idea that Bob was in eurnest about the train. Happy liitle Bob saia good-night and trudged off to bed as proud as he could be. He tucked his three nicke!s safely under his pillow, feeling sure that they were a treasure valuable enough to temptany robber. Next morning he went to school as usual, all wrapped up in his own plans, for he had made up his mind that this was th= day for his wonderful trip. How he ever got through the morning hours and waited for tlie teacher to adis- miiss her little pupils is a thing impossible to explain. Nevertheless, he did; but at last he was ree! He walked down the street ahead of his schoolmates as fast as his short, fat legs could go, without saying a word to any ¥ | one; turned down the main street and finally stopred in front of the depot, where be watched and lisiened for the train, all the while holding his precious nickels in bis chubby littie hand. In & few moments—long ones, Rob thought—the train came thundering in to the station. When it stopped the crowd surged down toward it, he along with the r A jolly, fat man swung him up on the platform, and Rob. rather out ot breath by this “sudden lift,’ entered the car and sat down by a window. His little cheeks were flushed with ex- citement, and he was, oh, so happy when he heard the bell ring and felt the train move off, for now he knew he was really | on his way to the land of snow. Adfter the town had been left far behind the conductor came in to collect the tick- ets. He took the one from the lady who sat next to Rob, and was about to pass on when Kob, holding out one of his tr | ures and stepping partly in the aisle, smd. “Here’s mine, too."” +Oh, 1 don’t wish that, you keep it,” said the conductor, laughing, and wonder- ing if the lady next to Rob was his mother. The little boy sat down again. watching “Our tiny traveler was fast asleep.” little thing!" said the elder. *“Why don’t bis mother come for him? I don’t under- stand how the can have the heart to leave tiim bere alone.” “Dear, I think we ought to wait and see (every one has gone out now), perhaps he has lost his morher somewhere on the way and does not know it. He can't be left here alone!” said the young one, warmiy. “I think I'll awaken him,” said th= elder, as she lifted him in her arms as gently as his own mother would have done, and spoke to him in soft tones as she carried bim out to the platform and down the steps into the waiting-room. When he opened his tired eyes and real- ized that it was night time and tbat he was with strangers, far away from his own loved ones, the tears wonld come, and he put aside all questions with the piteous crv of, “I want my mamma!” ““Yes, yes! you shall have your mamma, dear,” they answered him, “but first try to b: a brave boy and tell to us where your mamma is, then soon she'll be very glad, for you will be in her arms agaia.” After much questioning Rob managed to tell his story between his sobs, of how | he had come 30 far all alone, of Low he THE SAN FRANCISCO CALL, SUNDAY, MAY 16, 1897 Tears of joy ran down the cheeks ot the strong man as he hugged and kissed his boy again and again. Rob wasvers impa- tient to start for home when he heard how bis poor mother bad cried and worried about her thoughtless little son, but they had to wait for ihe tiain, of course. Robbie’s papa had a long talk with the ladies who had befriended the child and finally it was decided that after a few weeks they should come and pay Robbie’s mamina a visit to allow her to express her aratitude for her boy’s salety, in her own sweet way. Good-bys were sald and the afternoon train bore father and son on to the waiting mother. How much brighter +nd more pleasant everything s:emed to Robbie, with his own dear parent beside him to answer his many questions and explain what he did not understand. And then in the evening when home was reached, and he was clasped once more in his mother’s arms, he Wwas a happy boy indeed. When she tucked him in his own little bed that night he said, “*I'll never go 'way and leave you again, mamma; next time I'll take papa and you along.” He never knew how the hot tears fell from her cheeks as she bent over and | kissed him long after he had fallen asleep, | when she thought of the dangers he had | escaped, and her heart swelled with | thanks to the loving Father who bad | zuided his footsteps into such gentle keeping, and brought him back safe home again 10 her loving arms. E. L. A. Bas Gale byadog Withoot a Caft Iam a little black dog, not quite a year | old, but oh! I have had so much trouble during my short life, and I'm sure you'll think so when you have read my story. In the first place, I have no tail; which ‘s enough to sadden any respectable dog. When I was born I was named “Cubb,” because I looked like a young bear. My mother belonged to a very rou:h boy, who teased and formented me every | ctance he could get. | Finally, one day his parents gave me to a lady who had a very beautiful baby giri! She was just as sweet as she could be, but [ acted very ugly with her, because my temper had been spoiled by the mean boy. ‘Whenever she put out her little hands to The Putj’ of Sfeech. 1. Three little words you often see Are Articles —g, an and the. A Noun's the name of anything, As school or garden, hoop or King. Adjectives teli the kind of Noun, As great, small. pretty, white or brown. Insiead of Nouns the Pronouns stand, As her head, his face, your atm, my hand. . Verbs tell of something being done, To read, count, sing, laugh, jump or run. How things are done the Adverbs tell, * As slow'y, quickly, ill or well. Conjunctions join the words together, As men and women, wind or weather. The Preposition stands before A Noun, as in ot through a door. . The Interjection shows surprise, As Oh! how pretty, 4h! how wise. 2 3. 4 e o 2 © ® The whole sre calicd N:ne Parts of | Speech, Which reading, writing, speaking teach. Selected by J. C. ———— Johnnie Got Nt Ubveng. The teachers in the kindergarten find a perpetual fund of amusement in the funny little people committed to their charge. One of them—one of the teach- ers—is responsible for this story of a mite of a Iad, who possesses a high, shrill voice, and uses it on every possible ocoa- sion, She had been teaching the class to sing ‘“‘Americs,”’ a slow and somewhat painful operation, Over the verse, “Land where our fathers died, land of the pilgrims’ pride,” she labored long and earnestly, and when at last tbhey seemed familiar with the words—they picked up the air amazingly quick—her attention was par- ticularly drawn to tke shrill-voiced young- ster just mentioned. He was certainly in- | troducing a variation on the text, but just what it was she couldn’t make out. High rose the thin voice above the | chorus, the little fellow singing with the utmost confidence something which cer- tainly wasu’tin the original version. “Now, scholars,” said the teacher,"we'll all stop and let Johnnie sing his verse alone. Jobnnie is such & nice singer. Now, Johnnie!” So Johnnile, with an samazing lifted up his razor-edged soprano af.er tbis fasnion: And it took' Johnnie a great deal loneer to unlearn this extraordinary combina- IRRS. PL$SY’S MMISFORGLNE. [ An old mother tabby Sedate and serene, With Frisky, ber son, In the garden was seen. She a lesson was giving To the gay little cat, Who was busily thinking Of what fun to be atf . Now Frisk, my dear poy, You must not be ‘gay,” ¥ou must mind your own business From this very day. You must speak with respest To the young and the old; And mind what 1 say, You must never be boid."* . But Frisk was ready Just then for 1 play, So he jumped from his seat, And ran quickly away, He tan round Mamma Taboy- And scized her long tail, ‘Then putled her about Like a leaf in a gale, LA He Jerked her right in To a bucket of tar Which that very morning Had been brought from afar. When Pussy emerged She was oh, such a sight! Her coat was no longer all Silky and white, V. it was black! Just as black As the darkest of night. Even Frisky himself Was filled with affrightt Now fust at that moment There happened along Oid Deacon Gray, Ahumming a song. VL. He paused In amazement At what he saw there, Then threw up bis paws And mewed, 1 declarel” Now Mrs. Fuss, who had been Really “sefting her cap* For this very same Deacon, Cried * Oh, Indéed, n mishap.") viL She tried to effaca Signs of tar-bath away, But alas! she wears mourning To this very day. Wiile Frisky, the cause, Such a mischievous e, Is <hunned by good pussles, , And left to himself. NONA HERBERT, C, R | come, and that heither his paps nor | mamma koew anything about where he | was. which he lived, but could not remember the number of his papa’s house. Then they took the [ittie wanderer home prepared a comfortable little bed, in which he was covered up snug and warm after young lady. His face wore a peacefal smile, for they had comforted him with the thought that “Papa would come to him soon.” After he was sweetly sleeping they sat down to await an answer to the dispatch, which they had sent over the wires as soon as they 1 ad learned Robbie's papa's name. Thev had doubts about the mes- sage reaching him, because they did not had lett the kindergarten and why he had | pat my shaggy coat or stroke my shiny He told his name and the street on | such actions, so she presented me to her with them, gave him a good supper and | being rocked to sleep ip the arms of the | nose I growlea fiercely and snapped atthe tiny fingers, Of course her mother could neyer stand “ Cubb.” the conductor walk off, and tried to think of some reason why hedid not take his tare. *Perhaps,’ he thought, “he’s fond of little boys like me, and lets ’em all e He ciimbed up on the car seat, and rest- ing his elbows on the window sill looked out on the trees and fields which flew so rapidly past bim, or seemed to, rather. He was very quiet now, purily because there was no one to talk to him, for there | were no children near him and the lady |on the next seat was busily readine & | magazine—and partly because tne pano- | ramic view without kept both eyes and thoughts very, very busy. He saw so many strange things, but there was no | one to explain or answer any inquiry. The train grew warm and close, dark- | ness crept slowly but surely over ail the | great outside world, Rob’s tired eyelids | dropped over the blae eyes and the curly | head bent down. on the little arms and our tiny traveler was fast asleep! The train neared the station where most of the passengers were to get off, and all was hurry and excitement as they gathe ered their bundles and satchels. Now !n had stopped, and they crowded up | the narrow aisie. Nearly all looked at | the lone little sleeper, but none seemed to | care about finding out the reason of his | being alone or where he belonged until ! two ladies came along to his seat. *“Poor “ I’ll never go *way and leave you again, mamma.” know his number, but the answer did come all right, stating that he would be there on the first morning train. Next day, Rob was his own happy little self again, soon as he heard the wel come news that his paps was coming, and endeared himself to his kind new friends by his merry laugh and innocent prattle When his father arrived it was hard to. tell which was the happier of the two. bréther, who lives in the country, and I am with him still. It's joily here, and I have lots of fun driving ‘the pige, cows and horses; but my bad luck has followed me and I've been very unfortunate lately. Not long ago as I was driving a horse it kicked me and I was badly hurr, but I got over it all right and the other day went out for a walk. While I was going along planning to get even with :he horse who had cavs:d me sn much suffering I met a large dog. He was very cross, and be- canse I did not get out of his way quickly enough he became real angry and we had a terrible fieht. I got the worst of it as usual and went home with a sadly cutand bleeding head. After a few days of rest and nursing I felt pretty good, and one morning fol- lowed the children into the barn to see the new calf. A foolish action it proved to be, for the moment the old cow saw me she thought I came aiter her calf, and in 8 second I was lilied from the floor on her horns and tossed almost to the ceil- ing. This was repeatea, but, fortunately for me, the second time I fell near the door, and was able to creep out and hide behind some barrels. What I sufferel nose may know, but 1 am recovering once more, and hope the next time I shall be able to write a more cheerful story, Auzex Mogri:oN (C. R. C.) tion of nonsense than it did for him to blck up the entire song originally.—De- troit Free Press. — “Wnat {8 & family horse?” “It {s an ancient beast that takesa whole family to make it go.”—Chicago Record. ————————— I6ERNA, Cal., May 11, 1897, Deay Edilress: A I have not written for | much interested in the story about it. | Ihave just recovered from an attack of the | measles. The wild flowsrs are beginning to bloom here. The violets, buttercups and larkspurs are in blossom now. I will tell youabout my home. The house faces toward the east. The wagon road runs in front of it and the railroad runs back of it. The barn is on the east side of the road and there s & pasture for the calves on the east side too. On the west side of the houseisa pasture and a 'arge meadow. About & quarter of s mile east of our house is Coggins Bro. & Co.’s sawmill and box factory and about half a mile north of that Is their big sawmill. I remain your constant reader, siAMIE M. KELLOGG. SAN FRANCIECO, May 11, 1897. Dear Editress: This is the first time for three weeks that I have answered the questions. Tam very glad to see that some of our old puzzle-solvers are answering again. 1 wss not 11, ss somebody inquired, but was just taking s little vacation. Ishall start right in now to answer again and hope to ges on the Roll of Honor. Yours very truly, ALICE BELL (C. R. C.). DovGLAS FLAT. Dear Editress: As I have not seen any letters from here I thought I would write oue. Wedo not take THE CALL, but I read my uncle’s paper. 1 have no pets now. munk both died. ! I bave twin brothers, one sister and two | other brothers. 1 have seen the doodle-bug and was very | My squirrel snd chip- My orother hasa pet lamb that will follow | us everywhe: | Hoping 10 ses my letter in yrint, I am, yours truly, GLADYS M. LAND. P. 8.~ should.lixe to belong 10 tne C. R. C. BAN FRANCISCO. Dear Editress: Last week mamms, Maggie and we three boys took an outing for four Qays at Uncle John’s in Santa Ross, and I tell you they were four glorious days. | We took the 8:30 P. M. boat at the ferry, after a weary walting for that hour to come. At6 P> wa leit the train at Santa Rosa, and soon nafter wWere eating our dinner at suntie’s. We all enjoyed that dinner very much, things tasted so fresh, and we were hungry after our long ride. We scarcely took time to sleep during our vislt, getting up bright and early every mora- ing. The first day I found a whiffistree and with | some ropes fixed a team, then Horace and 1 storted in “farming’’ right away. My aunt said if we wished to farm we might get the weeds out of her walks. We did it by spells and finished before we left. We enjoyed picking wild flowers and the poppies were perfectly beautiiul. One day when we were out gathering flowers Horace found a frog. He dropped his bouquet and picking him up ran to the house as fast as he could go. But Mr. Frog gave one jump and was off in a jiffy the moment Horace let go of im. P05 trted to viste the Spreekels chicken ranch, where there are 15,000 chickens, buta sign of ‘No admittance” kept us out, so we contented ourselves by picking more poppies. Horace crept through the fence after a fow of the golden cups, becauss he said they were larger than the roadside ones. My uncle’s large dog, King, had to be kept chained all through our visit. He was too | friendly and was 80 large that he knocked us down whea he played with us. We took our cousia to school, drniving “Old Harry.” One evening Unele John satd: “Well, Imust | £0 pail the cows.” ! Iasked him what that meant. “Oh,’ an- swered he, “/that’s ‘Missour{’ for milking.” Our four days passed very quickly. Wewere sorry to leave, for playing farmer is good fun, but our auntie made us glad by saying we might come again some time. T shall write another letter to you after our next visit. Your little friend, EDGAR RANDALL (C. R. C.). Nine years old. 8AN FRANCISCO: Dear Editress: 1shall try to write you a nice letter. Tam seven years old and am in the second grade at school. I stand No. 2 in tne class, 3y paps went to Oregon to-day, to be gone tor six months. We have fifty littie chickens. Fifteen of them are a bluish color. Our old cat has seven little kittens. T shall tell you all about their cute Ways some other time. Ishail be very hapoy if you publish my let- ter. Your loving reader, GLADYS MARTIN. Soxon, Cal. Dear Editress: This 1s my first letter to Tug CALL. 1am 7 yesrsold. Ihave a vegetable and flower garden. I take careof it myself. I have no little brothers or sisters, but I have Jots of little friends around here. My paps has taken THE CALL for two years and likes it very much. Hoping to see this letter 1n next Sunday’s paper, I remain, your constant reader, ELIZABETH Davis, NEW POZZLES. Easy word squares, by Willie Crooks (C. R. C.). | 1. A domestic animal. 3 { 2. A beverage. 3. A refreshing beverage. 1. The whole. 2. A meadow. 3. “To put” or “to place.” IIL Anagrams and definitions. 1 Sly ware. A barrister. 2. Fat baker. A meal 3. Golden land. A country. Selected by Theodore Joos (C. R. C.). IV. Beheadings. 1. Behead a plan and have a quantity. 1L some time I thought I would write to-day. 3. Behead a festival and have & direc- tion. 4. Behead “of a light color” and haye an atmosphere. Jennte McCaughen (C. R. V. Diamonds, by Grace Mauning (C. k. C.) 1. A cousonant in goodness. 2. A period of time. 3. A girl’s name. 4. A winning eard. 5. A vowel in goodness. 1 A consonant in says. 2. Au adjective. 3. A covering for part of the body. 4. An affirmalive. 5. A consonant in says. VIL Hidden animals, by Mamie Sandy (C. R. C.) 1. He, Iam sure, will do good work in school. The nose, also, is part of the head. He caught thecar at the end of the street. He came late. 5. He will go at 10 o’clock. VIIL Charade. My first for horses is used as fcdder. My second is necessary for every din- ner. My whole is descriptive of the danger- ous munuer Imy weapon might use when heated with anger. Selected by Grace Loh (C. R. C.). Hidden Cities. 1, My {ather said, as he boarded the car, “Son, be gcod while [ am gone.” 2. “Oh, Victor, I am giad to sce you!” Hartley Jackson (C. R. C.). X. Pictorial rebus. VL 2 3. 4. XL Answers to Puzzles of May 9. L Anagrams—Birds, (a) Titmouse. (b) Swallow. (c) Starliing. (d) Pigeon. (6 Woodpecker. () Thrush. (g) Kingfisher. (h) Mocking-bird, (i) Robin. (j) Linnet. IL Milton. 111 _The Emporium was built for & parrot (Mra. Parrott). 1V. Buried animals, (a) Gorilla, () Cat. (c) Ave. (d) Mastiff. V. Beheadings. Gold- old. VL Transpositions, (a) Tea-eat. () Reap-pear, (¢) LX XL (excel). (&) Rock-cork. VIL Dress goods. (a) Cashmer Henry Etta-Henrietta. (c) Mass Lynn-Muslin. (d) Organ Dee-Organdie. (¢) Broke aid-Brocade. VIIL (a) Plagiarist—a literary thiel. (6 Word-hunt. IX. Byron. X. (a) A cup and saucer (saw sir). () The whole moon is the lightest (sheds most ligh'). A Gorrection. “Wild Poppies,” published April 25 on the children’s page over the name of Fred Anthes, was selected by him from a little book of voems about wild flowers by Miss Grace Hib- bard. Names of Gorrespondents. Besides letters published pleasant commu- nications have been received from the follows ing membera of C. R. C.: Jennie MeCavghen Grace Loh, Estelle F. Gray, Ethel McClure, Mamie Sandy, Lizzie M. Wienke, Retha Wal. dan, Theodore Joos and Msdalena Lagomar- aino. From the followine friends: Vida Martin, Wiilie Crooks, Miss Ella M. Sexton and Floyd Smith. Gorrespondents’ Golumn., Vera Chisholm — You are cnrolled as a member. Grace Loh—You negiected to send your ad- dress. As soon as you will let me know your street and number I shall send you the badge. Retha Waldan—If you keep on as you have begun your name will surely be on the roll of honor, which wiil be publithea on the last Sunday of the year. It will te drawn by one of the best artists in the City ana willbe very fine piece of worl Solvers. Correct answers to puzzles of May 9 have been received from the foilowing members of C.R.C. The numberafter each name denotes number of puzzles solved: Elsa Lange, 1; Grace Lob, 5; Ethel McClure, 8; Retha Waldan, 9; Mamfe Kelloge, 1; Theodore Jous, 5; Alice Bell, 9; Madalena Lagomar- sino, 7. Up to date Floyd Smith has been the most successful in the wordhunt. The contest is open still, but will close at the end of the present week. Theé word is plagiarist. Exchanges Received. Harper’s Round Tavle, Youth's Companion, Golden Days and Kindergartien News for May, the last being a monthly magazine de- voted to the interests of all kinder- garien work. This iesue cootains an sccount of a meeting held by the New Cen- tury Club in Utica, N. Y., at which a sweet iit- tie poem entitled “*Xotheriand,” by Mary H. Field, our California poetess, was read and 2. Behead & cube and have an animal. Lighly enjoyed. WHO CAN GUESS IT?