The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, August 15, 1897, Page 24

THE SAN FRANCISCO CALL, SUNDAY, AUGUST 15, 1897. S A R D 8 Yy X A Thought for the Week. T THINE.” | e cLuB BADGE 1f all the troubles in the world } Were traced back to their start, | i t. From want of willing b But there’s a sly, woe-working elf, Who lurks sbout youth’s brink And sure dismay he brings alway— The elf “I didn’t think,” We'd find not one in ten began | { He seems so sorry when he’s caught, His mien is all contrite, He so regrets the woes he’s wrought, And wants to make things right. But wishes do not heal a wouna, Or weld & broken link, The heart aches on, the link is gone— 11 through I didn’t think.’” 1 half believe that ugly sprite, Bold, wicked *'I don’t ca In life’s iong run less harm has done, Because he is €0 rare; And one can be 5o stern with him, Can make the monster shrink; But lack-a-day, what Can one say To whining “Didn’v think”? This most unpleasant imp of strife Pursues us everywhere; There’s scarcely one whole day of life He does not cause us care. Small woes and great he brings the world, Strong ships sre frreed 1o sink, And trains from iron s are hurled By stupid *Didn’t think.” trac When brain is comrade to the heart, And heart from soul draws grace, “I didn’t think” will quick depart From lack of resting place. If from that great unselfish stream— Tne Golden Rule—we drink, We'll keep God' The “rhomboid” and *‘triangle” appear among our puzzles to-day. tried any of these as yet, but don’t be afraid of them. Just go off by yourself to a quiet corner, armed with *‘Our Page” and your dictionary, and you’ll find that they are as simple as the “diamond” and “square’” that vou have mastered so well. Besides their proper solution, I shall ex- pect ever so many original rhomboids and triangles from you for our next issue. In her weekly letter to the club Alice Beil expresses the wish that the City mem- bers might hold regular meetings. Your editre thinks that a capital idea, and, in fact, she’s been expecting 1t to be | suggested by some one of you for a long time. It is one of the natural outgrowt of children’s newspaper ciubs, and loc: branches have been establishea and have met with great success in Eastern cities. Take hold of it and work it up if you can. Remember, the columns of this page are open to you, and ever ready to publish your suggestions. Don’t forget vour scrapbooks. How about the *“Washing- ton monument?”’ T C’zf Cw ]Baégeo Only members of C. R. C. are entitled to wear the pretty little silver pin which we have adopted as our badge. These same boys and girls have earned the privilege by contributing to our page. It costs but 50 cents, and is sent to all members as soon as thev remit this sum with 2 cents for postage, to the Editress of Childhood’s Realm, CArL Office, 710 Mar- ket street, San Francisco. We have not | | H F | =oon learned the right doors to open. | | Strange Asventores of | almileFor FOR TINY TOTS BY R. W. RIGGS. A STORY Once upon a time a little boy happened | to offend an ugly old witch, who im- | mediately changed him into a fox and branded him on the forehead with a scar- | let letter “'S.” It was bad enough to change him into | | such a sly thing as a fox, but why she | branded him with the letter “S” no one but herself knew, and she would never | tell. | She took bim to a fine Jarge yard and | left him, telling him that he must stay there. Now this yard was a very pretty place in which to live, for it was filled with fine | | shade trees and sweet flowers, while | through it ran a stream of pure cold | | water. | | At one end was a cozy house, and | when the fox went poking around with | his little nose be found many odd cup- | | boards along the sides of the rooms built right into the wails, Strange to relate, | whenever he wished for anything, ail he | | had 10 ao was to open the right cupboard ! and there before him, was the longed-for article all ready for his use. Of course it took a little practice, but he For the first two or three days he had a good time, and did not feel the least bit lonely, he | because had such great fun walking | and running about the large yard, listen- i ing to the sweet songs of the birds in | the trees, and opening the - | ent cupboards in the little house. | what good things he did feaston! | Butoneaay he feit as if he wanted something very much, but as he could not | tell exactly what it was, none of the cup- boards could grant his wish. He went out of doors and started to walk across the yara. He went in a straight line and walked for a long time, but did not reach | the end of the yard, nor could he even see the fence that he knew must be there. He had never been so far away from his little house before, and pretty soon it be- ean to grow dark. He thonght of returning, but something within bis breast told him to go straigiit ahead. Darker and darker it grew, and the little fox was oh, so hungry! and sleepy too, | and there was no food, and no warm bed for the poor fellow. My! how he wished he were back home, where all he had to do was to open a door in order to get a good supper; but, alas, that was now far away. Again the tiny voice within whispered, “Go on,” and he obeved. Much to his joy he saw a light ahead, which grew brighter and brighter as he ran toward He found it to bea fire burning by the foot of a tree. He called aloud, thinking some one must surely be near by, but received no answer. Then he walked around to the other side of the fire, and much to his de- light found a table covered with a white il cloth, and having upon it a delicious A HAT WITH A BOY IN IT. l o MOTTC oF CR (‘) \ LACT THER / v pART, ‘ALL THE MONOR LIES steaming meal. A chair there was, too, as if waiting for him. What a hearty supper he ate, to be sure, and you may know his happiness was complete when he found that the trunk of the tree was hollow, and contained a neatly made and comfortable looking bed. It was comfortable, too, for he tried it and slept as sound as a top all night long. In the morning there was the little ta- ble set with =2snice a breakfast asone might wish. He ate so much that he thought he’d lie down again, but on going inside he found that his bed had disappeared, while in the very spot where it had stood was a large hole, with steps leading into the ground. As he stood looking down the long flight of stairs, something pushed him from behind and ne went bump, bump, bump, bumpity bump down. He tried to save himself, but he could not stop going bump, bump, bump, bumpity bump for a long, long time. After a GREAT BIG BUMP he stopped in a very, very dark place. He felt all around with his nose and his paws to try to find out what kind of a place he had gotten into, and by and by touched a wall. He walked up and down beside it very carefully for fear he mignt fall into another hole. Finally he stopped by what seemed to be a door and tried ‘o find the knob, but could not, so he pushed against it with ail his might. The door opened and our ilttie fox fell all in a heap on the smooth floor of a well-lighted room. After pick- ing himself up and rubbing his bruises he looked around him and saw down the center of the room two long tables set with bright gold and silver dishes and shining glassware, which were filled with all sorts of rood things to eat, and to drink, too. But strange to say there were no chairs! The sight of the food made the little fox very hungry, and he was about to nelp himself at one of the tables when a great bell commenced to ring. At the sound the large doors at the end of the hall flew open and a vast crowd of people entered. The little fox was scared, so he got un- der the table and was completely hidden by the folds of the table covers. You would not have blamed him for being frightened if you had been there, for these people were very, very strange and fierce looking. At first sight he thought each one was double, but on looking closer he saw they were two persons, one seated on the shoulders of the other; the ones who were riding, having no legs, and the ones who carried them having neither arms nor eyes! The riders gave directions to the others and soon they were all arranged around the tables, and busy at their meal. Firsi the riders helped themselves and then fed the ones who carried them. It was a strange scene, and the little fox heart. again wished he were safe at home, when all at once—gee whiz| he sneezed, and he sneezed go hard that he rolled out from under the table, and frightened the people so, that they all ran out of the room as fast as they could go. It was very funny to see them run, but he was too hungry to laugh, and was soon too busy eating the good things that were left, to think much more about them. After a while one of the doors opened wide enough to aamit an old man riding on the shoulders of another oid man, fol- lowed by two servants. They came directly over to the fox and talked to him in a sirange lanzuage. He could not understand a single word, and as he still was very hungry he growled and showed his teeth, The poor old men were as frightened as coula be and got out of the room in a jiffy. He was left alone in peace until his ap- petite was almost satisfied, but just as he was finishing up in marched a band of soldiers. When he saw them it was his turn to tremble. “T’ll try the growl once more,” said he to himself, “and if it don’t go it'san end of me, suve.”” So looking very cross he growled so savagely that the solaiers threw down their weapons and ran away faster than the others had done. The little fox next amused himself by walking arouna the room. He found a little side door, and upon opening it saw that it led down into a beautiful garden fuil of fragrant blossoms and green trees. Glad to escape from the room where he nad gone through with so much,he entered this lovely place, and as he strolled up and down the shady patns he was very happy. His wanderings finally brought him to the top of a hill, at the foot of which was a small lake, where a lovely iittle girl was feeding some swans, As he gszed atthe fair maiden he wished he were a boy again so she might be his own dear sweet- CALL for a 1ong time, off until I am ashamed to write, but promise that I shall work harder for our page here- aitel Papa, | in the morning and went down to the Albion River, about three miles from here. my older sister and her little baby stayed at home. in the water. waded. o’clock in the evening. whirled away in a merry, merry dance, leaving the little boy to kiss the little girl, which he did, and much to their joy they found themselyes grown up—he to be a fine, big man and she the most beautiful woman in the world. | Then they kissed each other at the same time, and the wicked old witch fell out ot the sky dead at their feet. But still they kept on kissing, and prob- ably would have been kissing yet if an old priest had not come in and put a stop to all their fun by marrying them right then and there. Two Pictures. At sunrise a dear little laughing lad, With mischievous dark blue eyes, . And & dimpled mouth and & saucy nose, On the beach sat making pies. He smiled in his mother’s tender, face As she watched him at his plcy, And on them both the sun’s Uright beams Like a benediction lay, . At sunset a dear little blue-eyed lad In & silence sad and deen, With his hands c'asped over his quiet heatt, Lay sleeping his last, long sleep. His mother’s tears fell thick and fast As she bent her s'ricken head, And the sun’s last beams like a soft prayer lay On her &nd her lovely dead. R FrANK C. SELBY. Written for Childhood’s Realm. KAISEN DISTRICT, CAL. I have not written to THE | I have been putting it Dear Editress: Now, I'll tell you what I did on the Fourth. ny two brothers, my sister and I started Mamma, The river is beautiful in many places; the water is 5o shallow that the bottom can be plainly seen, but in some places the water is quite deep. All aiong the green branches of the trees overhang, and the leaves seem to be playing Sister and I gathered nuts and We had a nice time and returned at5 I think the plan you offered in regard to our 7] » P i | il | e GHE C. R. C. N\ LOREN HANNA S Cl GALLERY. cowardly as any other wild animal unless it is very ungry or angered. Mamma did not at- tempt to shoot it, although she had a gun. as she knew her aim was not sure, and she was I1. Transposttions. Transpose the letters of a “portion’’ and have a snare; agein, and have “tran- sported in ecstasy.”’—Ed, afraid of making the animal angry. He | IIL Triangle. walked away as if he had not noticed them at X X X X X X 1 Nameof acity. all, and they collected their scattered senses XX XX 2. Frequently. and ran toward home. They have been too K Xx X 3. To make senseless, frightened to g0 ¢iside of the house almost Simiie 4. A number. ever since. s XX 5. A preposition, Good-by for to-lay. I shoula like some of X 6. A consonant. the members to write to me. Your constant Belected. reader, RETHA WALDAU (C. R. C.). [ IV. Diamona. CASTELLA, Cal. :nlell’:::clln Eeoxraphy. an Edil;eu and Readers of u.hx. G f‘ll‘x;is Tg kmot. as been the warmest day we have had for Z some time. Some time I shall have agood | A letier i geography. = G picture taken and send it to the C. R. C. page. | o (o & 3 sy g There were lots of Christian Endeavorers go- | V- C 3 2 1am composed of three parts. ing by here apout a week ago. M8 & Tiokian boing We had & spelling match in our school Fri- il e day and our teacher spelt all thescholars it iy 8 down but Nellie Beutsand L She gave each So¥ B t0Amake bIown. % hyes My whole is the name of & fashionable re- one two trials to spell a word, and if we did o 0.—HILDA L1PPI (C. R. C. not get 1t right then we had to 2o to our seats. | o 80Tt O A f Gl To-day papaand my brother went up Castle Creek and got some hazel-nuts. They could not get many because tie squirrels had eaten most of them. Papa has been cutting and raking hay for | the last two days for a farm®r named C. C.| Huffacre. Good-by. Your little friend, ANNETTA GIRARD (C. R.C.). | P.S.—We are going to the suiphur spring | to-night. SAN FraNcisco, July 19, 1897. Dear Editor: 1 have been wanting to write you a letter for a long time, but as it is now vacation I do not have a moment to spare. 1 usea to take great interest in the children’s page, and do yet. Icould not describe to you how much enjoyment 1t is for me to read those interesting stories. I once wrote a story about Jennete and Jo, but it was not pub- lished, nor nothing was ever said about it. Do you think Iam & member? I worked very nard to thiuk up that story and wantea to get a badge. 1will write again next week. Good- by. Your constant reader, MABEL GWAY. CaprroLa, July 18,1897, | Dear Editress: This morning George came home and he had & large pink starfish, He putitin a pan of fresh water and sprinkled salt in it. He said he got it at Fisn Camp. We sald we would go,so we asked Lillian and Loufe Weilheimer to go with us. They live next door; we had to takes path over the hill. It was a lovely walk. When we got there we found & man sitiing by s large rowboat. He said he had been & fisherman at Capitola for five years. We walked around and then went home. We found two springs; they came b A CORNER IN OUR KITCHEN. THE RESULTS OF THE VACATIONS OF TWO MEMBERS OF C. R. C. So entranced was he by her beauty that he forgot to be carefnl, his foot siipped and he went rolling down the hill toward her. The maiden was very much alarmed at the noise and started to run away, but before she could do so the little fox rolled bump up against her, and when he stood up and tried to tell ber how sorry he was for frightening her, she began to iauch. She laugned so hard that she sat down; she sat down so hard that she rolled over and over. That made the little fox laugh, and he laughed so hard that he became a little boy again. When the maiden saw the little boy she jumped up and gave him a kiss, and she kissed him so loud that all the funny people came running out into the garden. Then the little boy kissed the little girl, and oh! such a strange thing happened. All the people who had no legs fell off the shoulders of those who bad no arms and no eyes. Then the little girl kissed the little boy, and the eyes of the blind flew open. Then the little boy kissed the little girl, and the people who haa no legs immedi- ately stood up on new onex. Then the little girl kissed the little boy, and those who were armless found all at once that they had good arms, so they caught the others around the waists an sending presents to the little sick children is excellent. I for one will try tosend a very pretty scrapbook. I should like to suggest that each one write as cheery a description of his home and of himself as possible, not to exceed one page of the scrapbook, to be either on the first or on the last psge. I 1 think the little ones who receive the pres- ents will be curious to know about their new friends and will, therefore, be pleased with the description. I should like to know what you, dear editress, and members of C.R. C. think about this. I must close, with a greeting to the editor and C. R. C. Iremair, your constant reader, CAROLINE C. GONSALVES (C. R. C.). BLUE CANYON, Cal,, July 20, 1897. Dear Editress: 1 think the idea of doing something uice for the poor little children is very good. I have never been near an orphan asylum, and have not the least idea what itis like, but my parents tell me some very sad stories about them. Up here in our little town we don’t see many poor or sick chiidren, and I have often asked my mamma to take me to visit a children’s hospital. I think Ishould be happy if I might go and see the helploss children and do something for them. Mamma says she will take me to San Francisco some day and will take me to the Children’s Hos- pital, and Ishall inaeed be pleased to go. Tam sorry I could not solve more puzzles, but some way I feel & littie dull lately. My mamma and a lady met a California lion a few daysago as they were walking along a path about a mile irom tnis town, and ever since that our househo!d has been a little up- set. Itis said thaia California lion is just as from large caverns in the rocks. We could hear the water bubbling and boiling from the earth. All took a drink with the exception of myself. We then went home by way of the railroad track. Hoping to see this letter in print, I remain, your loving resder, ANTOINETTE CRAWFORD (U, R. C.). WriGHTS, Cal, Dear Editress: This 18 the first letter I have ever written to THE CALL. I have written || some poetry and also some conundrums for the children’s page, which I hope you will ac- cept. Itis my first attempt at poetry-writing, and I wrote it when the leaves were begi ning to turn. Ilivein the Santa Clara Moun- tains, at the foot of Loma Prieta. This moun- tain is 3480 feet high. We have a lovely view from the top. Our house is built on the side of a hill, and we can see San Jose and Santa Clara on the north and Santa Cruz on the south. At night we see the distant lignts. Ishou.d like to be- loug to the C. R. C. MAY VINCENT. NEW PLZZLES. L Rhomboid. X X X MMM HHHH X XX X X X Across—A string, a small article used by carpenters, to be full to overflowing, space of time. Down—A hundred, a Proposition, a small rodent, deceased, a meadow, a pro- nou-, a consouant.—Selected. received from C. R C. Why is an actor more prudent than valiant ? MaX Sp116 (C. R. C.). VIL Hidden fruit. 1—The man goes for his cows every night, 2—His papa went to the city. 3—The ostrich plumes are beautiful. 4—Look at the camel on poard the ship, 0.—JENNIE EDWARDS (C. R. C.), VUL Pi. tcauoyerofebkniht. A well - known saying. 0.—ALMA SEA (C. R. C.). IX. Addition, Carpenter’s tools. 1—Joyful+a consonant. 2—A propeller+to force+to lead astray. 3—One who lives in a monastery+a vowei+to rest. HARTLEY E. JACRSON (C. R. C.), X. Word squares. (a) 1—Half. 2—Name applied to Ireland. 3—A place where money is coined. 4—A preposition. 0.—FRED ANTHES (C. R. C.), (6) 1—A linear measure. 2—A mental image. 3—A look of contempt. 4—To gain by labor. Gorrect Answers. L (@ L AM A CE C HE E E K -Brra ® LASTR NS L WrOUMm IL (a) Q CETS ZHpme BEA>R Zn z (-] LT Hrawa Er » L » LT Hwowm L] ] Iv.1 8 o 2 500 A I atenothingto D ay. 1ate nothing to-day. V. Seer sucker. Challie (shall +iie). Dimity (dim-+i-+tea). Pique or peakay (pea+k) VL Wang. VIL Noe VLI Milan (mill—i+an). For its cathedral, IX. M > Solvers. .= Answers to puzzles of August 8 have been the following me.nbers of uliette Driscoll Anufe Detel 10 Echel Wild 9 Alice Thom, 9 10 Hetha Walda 10 Answers received from following non-mem- ber: Jennie Edwards.......5 Letter Writers. Besides letters published pleasant communi- cations have been recelved from the fole lowing members of C. R. C.: Juliette Driscoll Alice bell Annie Detels Robert Lincoln Etne. Welds Charles Owens | Walter W. Clark 1 M. Lagomarsino | Lottie E. enmise | Letters received from the following none Alice Johnson Beatrice Balley Grace Anderson Beckle Heino Cbristine Laplace Max Selig A. Thompson Retha Waldaa members: Etkel Bloyd Hilda Knutsen I - ennie Kdwards Bessle Watson Answers to Gorrespondents, Mary Maggs—Nicknames of States were pub- ishea on last Sunday’s Page. Members are invited to send in thetr photo graphs for C. R. C. Gallery. Exchanges Received. Weeklies—Harper's Round Table, Youth's Companion, Goldeu Days. Curiosity Rewarded.