The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, August 29, 1897, Page 24

THE SAN FRANCISCO CALL, SUNDAY, AUGUST 29 1897 for the Week. Polite at home, polite everywhere. Cul- tivate the habits of courtesy and propri- ety at home, in the sitting-room ana the kitchen. Be polite to the weary mother in faded gown and to the worried father. Then you will be sure in other places to deport yourself in a becoming and attrac- tive manner. ——— When the bright day lilles | Their Jove watch ceased to keep, | eth,” said the popp ies, 0 his belovea sleep.”’ My dear members: Hardly a day passes without my baving to feed the horrid old wastebasket with unsigned communica- jons. Now, this is really too bad, and I aon’t enjoy it at all. Then, besides, I'm | sure you feel terribly when you look in vain over the published hsts of names “y and tind no mention made of your work and perhaps feel that your editress has slignted you intentionally. Do please be more careful in future, because there's | nothing in the world your editress better enjoys than giving boys and girls credit for duty performed. Do you know that I think August with ber poppies has lnlled most of our mem- bers to slumbers deep or has kept them very, very drowsy for & whole month. Just look at the short list of solvers to- and you'll think so, too. 1t I shall not scold, for September will soon be here and then you'll awaken as fresh and bright as morning glories bathed with dew. What a delightful feature of our page the C. R. C. gallery has proved to be. I know you'll all enjoy gazing vpon the sweet face portrayed therein to-day. The name of this bright girl is a famiiar one, and to her efforts much of the success of Chilahood’s Realm is due. —_— This pretty Jittle pin is made of silver end was designed on purpose for the Chil- dren’s Club of the San Francisco DarLy CALy, and is now proudly worn by fitlty- one girls and boys in California and Oregon. A Local Chafler. The following are the names of a few of the San Francisco members who have | expressed their willingness to work for a local branch or chapter of C. R. Some of them neglected to send their addresses: Walter W. Case, 11224 Sacramento street; Alice Bell, 1923 Geary street; Ida Wight- man, 457 Guerrero street; Beckie Heino, 989 Howard street; Grace Loh; Max Selig, 620 Vallejo street; Antoinette Crawford. -— The floto&('ogfafh] of | a mooje. I was born in an old trunk, way up in the garret, and lived there for some time quite happily with my brothers and sis- | | | | | parenis. | This life suited me exactly, and I had a | which was slightly sjar, to look about the | for a moment. Then Iheard the cook ex- | tail as hard as I could. ters, content to let my mother depart | every day in search of food, whick she sometimes failed to obtain. But afier awhile I grew tired of tne dusty, musty old trunk and decided to seek better quarters. Before I left the garret, however, my mother warned me to beware of all cats, suspicious-looking wire houses, anda all boxes on which were | pictured skulls and crossbones. I impatiently listened to her words of wisdom, as I was so eager io be off, and thought I could take care of myself. Of course little girls and boys never feel that way, for they are much wiser than little mice, and never fail to obey their I was very daring trouble, as you will see. The next few weeks I spent in the cup- boards of the kitchen and dining-room. and soon got into fine time all by myseli, nibbling first one dainty and then another. But one day, when I was as full and as | bappy as a mouse coula be, I stuck my little head out of the cupboard door, | kitchen. What did Isee? Why, the old fat cook, to be sure, coming right straight to the cupboard. She almost stepped on me, but 1 managed to jump back in time to save my little plump boay from being smashed by her great foor. Unfortunat-ly, though, I knocked over a teacup in my fright, which fell to the floor with a great crash! This added to my terror and I looked about for & hiding-place. Near by stood a large, deep bowl. Without stopping to think of what it might contain, into it I jumped, giad to escape for the time being. The bow! was partly filled with rich gravy, which I knew was to be served at dinner. It stuck to my feet, and I assure you. this was quite uncomfortable. All was silent | | | | us! shure an’ I'll go fetch the cat Then off she went. claim, ‘‘Saints presarve that was a mouse. this blessed minit.” Horrors! the cat. Now was my time to cscape. I leaped | from my hiding place, then through the hole I had gnawed, into the dining-room, across tables and chairs; scampered down the halls, up the stairs, through another friendly hole, up another Hlicht of stairs | and Into the garret at last, the most for- lorn frightened little mouse in the world. The first thing 1 saw after I was able to | open my eyes was my mother siiting saa and alone, weeping softly to herself, in the midst of a pool of tears. She paid no attention to me at 2ll, so I crept up softly behind her and pulled her This made her jump almost as high as the sky, and then she fell down “kerflop” right into my arms. Oh, how she and I did cry! 1 asked her why she wept, and she told me a pititul tale of how, one by one, my beloved father, brothers and sisters had gone from the garret, and of how she never hoped 1o see them again. I felt too happy over my escape to mourn long, so I bade her dry her eyes and promised to remain with her and be her comfort in her old age. Then I rolted over and over with glee as I thought of the grease spots 1 must have left behind me in my flight, and allowed my mother to assist me in freeing my coat from the remains of the eravy, shem! After which performance we huddlea togetherand had a fine sleep. I lived quietly along for a few weeks with my mother, but soon grew tirsd of ST. NICHOLAY THE LAST DIP OF THE SEASON. such a dull life and longed for adventures and excitement. So, forgetting my promise to be a duti- ful child, one day I slipped away without even bidding my mother farewell. That was because I'm so tender-hearted, you know, and can’t bear to see any one weep. This time I stopped on the second floor and spent some hours in looking around the bedrooms and closets for a cozy nest. Finally T chose the madam’s Sunday bonnet, which I found in a box on a shelf, and made myself a soft bed in the dainty silken linings. This was a warm, com- fortable home, and Fortune seemed to have chosen me as her favorite child, for right beside the hatbox was a basket cf delicious French bonbons, and for the next few days I feasted like a king. But alas, my good times came to an end. One morning as I was taking a quiet doze, medam came in and lifted the box from the shelf. 1did not awaken until she took the hat out, and was about to place it on her head, then I suddenly awoke and jumped right down upon her nose. Oh! how she screamed! “A mouse, a mousel” The servants came running from all parts of the house, armed with all sorts of implements of war, from a broom toa stove-lifter. As soon as I could, I scempered down over the lady’s face, she shrieking and yelling at the top of her voice, and made shot an’ each man took a cutlass and pis- tol. We mustered about forty ail told and we'd make a good showin’ if we had to fignt. *‘The stranger came bearin’ down on us an’ when she zot within hailin’ distance the skipper told us to heave to, ’cause he had some papers for us. Our cap'n told bim to tell that to the marines, and kept right on in the same course. Then the stranger hoisted a pirate flag an’ gave us & proadside, ‘‘Oniy one shot did any harm, and that ripped off the taffrail. We let go with our two guns. One of the shots carried away the pirates’ boat hanging at the alter davits an’ the other killed the man at the wheel. We were layin’ yardarm to yardarm, and the pirate dropped grap- vlin’-irons aboard, so he could board us. We had our cannon loaded with grape, and had our cutlasses ready. When the pirates come pourin’ on our decks we fired the cannon into 'em, and then bore down on ’em with our knives and pistols. They were two to one against us, but we laid out more’n half of em before they gotaway with us. There were only ten of us left at the end of the fight, an’ the pi- rates set us adrift in a boat without any oars or sails or water or grub. We drifted around for three days before we were picked up; and then meantime four men had died from wounds made by the pirates and want of water. But I got back safe to this country just to be killed by you kids askin’ for yarns.” Joux R. McCurrocH (C. R. C.). 0. SAN FRANcIsco, Cal., Aug. 26, 1897, Dear Mrs. Richards: I do wish we could meet together, as Alice Bell suggested. I thought of suggesting itsome time ago, but I always forgot it. Ithink it would be real nice if we met to- gether once in & week or two. We couid bring our scrapbooks with us and all work together. We could get many different suggestions from each other, and then we would know what all the others were doing. It would be so nice for you to be with us and encourage us in our with us. work, if you could spare the time to be | spur, and generally went through the camp. Ionce went on a bicycle. I saw the Owl camp, where Ethel McClure is staying. I climbed Mount Tamalpais and will sometime tell you sbout the trip. 1 think the picture gallery very interesting and shall send my photograph ‘as soon as I have it taken. I am saving for the scrap- books, but I don’t quite understand how you want us to put the pictures in. Ihope my let- ter is not too long, and that you will not be tired before finishing it. 1 sam glad you en- joyed your week of rest. Your friend, GRACE LoH. P. 8.—I think it would be fine it the C.R.C. could meet. 8AN FRANCISCO, Cal. Dear Editor: Iam happy to be a member of the C. R. C., and I hope to be an active one. 1 shall send for my badge soon. Iam glad the Washington statue movement is progressing so well and that there are so many little patriots in San Francisco. Won’t we children be proud when we see the bust of our beloved Washington in that beautiful spot which the children love so well. We must not forget to thank the many kind friends who are helping us in this patriotic work. Wasn’t that a dear little boy that set us such 8 worthy example by picking apples to earn his contribution? While we children are working hard to place the statue of our glorious Washington in & better place, we should try to be as good as he was. Your patriotic little friend, HazeL BELL (C. R. C.). P. 8.—I have just received a present of the money for my badge from my grandmamma, <o Iinclose 1t in this letter. Hazew BeLL (C. R. C.). LAYTONVILLE, Cal. Dear Editress: I1never saw a letter from here 50 I thought I would write to you. I have two sisters at home, the eldestone is 5 years old. I have a brother 8. He and Ihave gone to school three weeks this term. My teacher is Miss Arnold of Oakland. There are twenty- four pupils in our school. We had forty trout last Sunday, which were given to us by a friend. Papa has a dog that opens all the gates in the yard. My papa hauls redwood logs on trucks to the sewmill. He brings 1800 to 2000 fectat a load. He has six horses and drives with a jerk line. I havea horse. Ker name is Pink. Piease put this in your next paper to surprise Guy, Dora, Amy and papa. INEZ SLEEPER, 10 years, SAN FRANCISCO. Dear Editress: 1like very much to read the children’s page in THE SUNDAY CALL, and think I should like t6 belong to your club, the C.R. C. Iam 1134 years old, and wonder if I A 100 0ld to juin. I have a pretty little Mal- tese cat for my pet; her name 1s Tinkle, and she is very playful. I live on Twenty-fourth street, between Mission and Capp. Yours truly, RICHARD ACTON. GUALALA, Cal. Dear Editress: AsT had not written to THE CALL for quite & while I thoughtI would write again. I like the C. R. C. gallery very much, and I have saved every one of the members’ pictures. Isaw thatsome one proposed that It is too bad, though, that those who have | the editress have her picture published, and I ez Long ages when all the sky Since . at sunset. / down my escape, just before the advancing enemy entered the room. As I hastily sought refuge once more in the dark old garret, I heard them moving chairs and thumping on the floor with their weapons trying to run me from my hiding place. I found no mother at home this time and I felt very lonely for a wnile, but 15002 recovered my spirits and now lead a merry life, alwaysretreating tothe home of my childhocd when danger threatens. Since the eventful day when I clung fora while to madam’s nose, 1 have had no very startling adventure. Orea F. H x (C. R. C.). At O §chool- Smily, sober, teary face, These take up the knowledge race In the morning, rain or stine, As the clock is striking nine. All in frocks so clean and white; AlL with hair smoothed down right. Smiles are theirs who've learned it well, Sober, not so good to tell; Teary, haven’t learned a thing; Start whene'er the class bells ring. That's the way that things appear When our school begins. Merry laugh in every hall, Merry, ves, are large and small. Happy hearts, for study’s done. Now hurrah, let’s have some fun! Levs play ball! Let's skip! Let's-unl Fond good-nights are being spoken, Ne'er a heart that's «ad or btoken; Hair s tumbled; frocks so clean Now are awiul to be seen. And that's the way that things appear When ovr school is done. BEATRICE BATL] For Childhood’s Realm. A Sfi YawL. “Well,” said weather-beaten Bob, an old sailor who retired from active service (C.R.C) ; and who now had charge of a boathouse, “it’sa yarn you want me to spin, hey, youngsters? What about?” “Pirates,’” answered a chorus of childish voices. *‘Let me see. You know I've had so much to do with pirates it's hard to choose which affair to tell about. Well, here’s one that'll do or I'm a marine. ‘’Twas somewhere about twenty years ago 1 shipped on the American bark Whirlwind, as pretty a craft as I ever set my ‘toplights’ on. She was a packet run- ning between New York an’ London. On the return trip we had about $20,000 aboard for the owners, so we took along two light cannon, some pistols an’ cut- lasses an’ some aminition to be all ready if we fell in with any pirates. *One day the lookout sang out, ‘Sail, hol' ‘Where away?' nollered the cap'n. ‘On the weather bow, and she's comin’ down on us fast.” The cap'n, after tak- ing a look at her through the glasses, said: ‘She looks kind o' suspicious, so we'd better get ready with our guns and cutlasses to be sure o' not gettin’ sur- prised.” We loaded the cannon with solid When.lo! a ray of crimson the western steep d. a blood-red was red N&rc The nodding flowers w"g;-c/w;a/ly £ pomy. '!'Wgohmfno rest? 56y said - That brought the others slccpm FROM"TRUTH" not their residences in San Francisco cannot be with us, but 1f they should ever visitour City, then they could. Perhaps we can meet at the houses of the different members. Hoping I have not tired you with my letter, I remain, your little friend, ETHEL M. FERGUSON (C. R. C.). LA GRANGE, C Dear Editress: This is my first letter to THE CALL and I nope it willescape the wastebasket. My uncle has taken THE CALL for some time and Ienjoy resding the “*Childhood’s Realm” page very much. 1 contribute a story and hope that it will be published, 80 that I may be a member of the C.R.C, Itismy first attempt at story-writing and no one helped me. I have four brothers and no sisters. Iam 13 and in the eighth and ninth grade atschool. x Our school opens September 6. We have & teacher from Oakland. ‘Your new friend, ROSE MCGARR. SAN FRANCISCO. Dear Editress: During my vacation at Tam- alpais I had g0 much fun I thought I would tell you about it. The water there is so nice. Iused to go in bathing most every day, and now 1 know how toswim, float and aive. I used to climb trees after apples and plums. One dey I went fishing, 1 didn’t catch many fish though. The first few weeks the wild blackberries were ripe, and I went gathering them. I rode to Point Reyes, whick is twenty- three and a third miles from Tamalpais sta- tion. Avother time I went beyond Fairfax. It is & lovely road, and beautiful ferns can be seen growing along the hillsides. We often went hunting the maidennair fern. Once we wenton a straw-ride through San Rafael. We got out and had our lunch and had the jolliest time! 1 often went to Lark- Our Willie, | THE CALL. heartily second the motion. I think it will be very nice to make scrapbooks for the little sick children, and I am going to make one. I think the drawings by Ethel McClure and Ida Ker- van are very good. Ihave solved some of the puzzles, and send you an original triangle. I should like to have some of the members write tome. From your reader, ELSIE AIKELAN. SANTA MARIA, Cal. Dear Fditress: This is my second letter to I think the C. R. C. gallery is very nice. 1 have a lttle brother named Rey. He has some kittens, and he calls them White Paws, White Nose, Spitfire ana Blackle. Our school commenced a week ago last Mon- day. T have a big brother who is attending the High School. Hoping to see my letter in print I remain, CLARA L SCHAUER. Grantey’ T Ph"lejwf hy. Charley and Bessie were two bright lit- tle children aged three and five respec- tively. Out in the old pepper tree in the garden a pair of linnets had built their nest and hatched five young ones. Every day the little ones went to see how the birdies were getting along. One day when they went to look at them the birdies flew away. They were all feathered out. Bessie looked astonished. “How did they ever grow so quick?”’ she asked. *‘’Cause them's birds,” he re- plied. “Well, but how did that make any difference?’ she innocently asked. *Why don’t we be growed t00?”’ ‘“‘Oh, my, girls aré so stupid,” Charley replied in disgust. “I guess if our mamma would siton us all the time we’d get growed up, too.” BEATRICE BAILEY. Has OIL\J 2 Blole. The following amusing incident was published in an Eastern paper about a bright boy, Walter W. Case, who is now a member of C. R. C. Eb. “I have a good story for your ‘Day by Day’ column,” said a bright-faced lad who had walked into the Journal's editorial rooms. Upon receiving encouragement to proceed he said: “It happened in one of our schools. The | principal stopped & boy in the hall one day last week and asked him how he was getting along in B seventh. The boy said he was all right. Miss D. then questioned him further, and asked him how he was in arithmetic. He saia he was always all right in arithmetic. *And how are you in geography ?’ Miss D. inquired. ‘Geogra- phy, why we don’t have geography any more,’ answered the kid. ‘That’s strange,’ said the principal in wonder. ‘I thought you had geography in yourclass.” ‘Naw,’ said the confident kid, ‘all we have isa globe.” —————— A drink for the sick—well water. ————— Exchanges Received. Weeklies—Harper's Round Table, Youth's Companion. Monthlies—St. Nicholas. péfhdEahes ooty SRUERMIEE o ol O SO o . SO .. SR S M o0, e B o SIS I S €2 o A i e e et L e e e e e i R S i o A b i s s el S S 8 Sl ol (S Sl A Al S o) o e N 0 L g R A NS S st GHE C. R. C. GALLERY. R. MAUD MALLORY, C. R. C. NEW PUZZLES. L Diamonds. (a) A letter in canlifiower. Came fogether. Even. A number, A letter in caulifiower. . ELvA D. CripGE(C. R. C.). () Aletter in letter. Not even. Name of a boy. Dull. A letter in letter. 0. M. LAGOMARSINO (C. R. C.). 11 Word square. 1. Unoccupied. 2. Partof a clock 3. A young girl. 4. Otherwise. . . JOHN MORRISON (C. R. C.). III. Rhomboids. Across the inner parfs, a number, commod- ities, part of the feet, and evident. Down—A letter, a preposition, a riot, peri- ods of time from which to compute, a sharp- ening Instrument, an outcry, a body of water, & musical note, and a letter. 0. JENNIE EDWARDS (C. R. C.). 1V, Across—A girl’s name, a girl’s name, a girl’s name, a kind of tree. Down—A consonant, & preposition, steal, an open surface, the who'e, an exclamation, a | vowel. 0. 2 3 Max SELIG (C. R. C.). Across—wasted, to model, to withdraw from any desire, & boy’s iame, Down—a consonant, & preposition, to spread. a plant, 2 human being, & negs- tive, a consonsant. ETHEL McCLURE (C. R. C.). VL Anagram. An ox-drys—name of a precious stone. VIL PI. tugs—name of & month. VIIL (a) Beheadings =nd transpositions. Behead ‘“‘to correct” and have “to re- tepair'’’; again, and have extremity. Transpose letters of last word and have & boy’s name; again, and have a cave. (0) Behead ‘‘fascinate” and have ‘‘in- jury”; again, and have “a part of the body.” Now transpose and have an ‘animel”’; again, and have “to impair.”’ o. L. E. DENMIRE (C. R. C.). (c.) Behead *to bave a keen pain” and have a “place of public sale’’; again, and bave “sxill.” Transpose letters and have a small animal; again, and have s “resinous sap.” o. ALICE THOMPSOX (C. R. C.). ADDITIONS. Method” +a pen” equals “absence of An effort of tho lungs”+“a recom- pense” equals *'a beverage.” 3. “1000"+“a strap” equals “a sign of af fection.” 10" +“to wateh” equals ‘‘to spread.” 5. “10"+“the cavity of the eye”+‘“a pro- noun ”++a small insect” equals “excessive.” Eb. X. (@) SUPPLY OMITTED LETTERS. 1. —es—i——t—— A noted American. 2. —e——or— Alargecity in the United States, body of water. Nameof a C. R. —a——e— Nsmeof a San Francisco ; street. 7. —ha—t— Name of a California moun- tain. 8. 8—n — —a—ui— Name of a California river. . 9. —r—in— A notea prose writer. 10. —i— —i— Name of a musical instru- ment. 0. MARJORIE CRANE (C. R. C.). %’@Yflu 5N The above pictorial puzzle represents the name of & man who at one lime was at the heaa of our Nation. 0. WaALTER W. CasE (C. R. C.). Answers for August 22. 1 Because he is a minor. IL RHOMBOIDS. TARE TIDE DlLaL TROD IIL 1v. (@) ®) VE TRANSPOSITIONS. Way - yaw Pear - reap Saw - wat VIL Word square. B A 8 ¥ LT LETS FEd- L] VIIL Diamonds. (a) D CEL] ] WoEhe ooEED LSk ] ®) W 8 H b § IX. Hidqen fish. Addition. Herring, S8kipper. Haddock, Giithead. X. It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the ses, That & maiden tuere lived whom you may know. By the name of Annabel Lee; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. EDGAR ALLAN POE. Solvers. Answers to puzzles of August 15 have been received from the following members: No. solved.| Ida Wightman. Beckie Heino. Bessie Orchard. Emily Houston. ._9Jonn R. Morrison...10 .10[Retha Waidau. 5 £ iiJeunla Edwards 3 Annie Detels. . 8IM. Lagomarsin 9 Ethel McClure. . 9Marjorie Crane. 10 For August 15 (delayed), Grace Loh, 8. Lietters Acknowledged. Besides letters published pleasant communi- cations have been received from the fol. lowing members of C. R. C.: Maude Mallory Ida Wightman Beckie Hetno Walter W. Case Alice Bell A. Crawford John R. Morrison Jennie McCaughen Retha Waldau Jennie Edwards M. Lagomarsino FROM NO! Irene Condon ] Miss M. M. Bode Mabvel Ricbardson | | i MEMBERS. Hazel Greenberg Judith Guslean Zena Brown Gorrespondents’ Golumn. Retha W.—The lines you quote are part of an old song. Author unknown. Eugene P. C.—Contributions gratefully ace cepled. Appropriate for Admission day num- ber. Hazel Greenherg—Contribute to our page. When your article is published you are en- titled to membership. - H. Jackson, Fred Anthes and Theo Joos— We hope to hear from you duriug the coming week. Walter W. Case—Photograph received and placed on file for piblication. Toere are 173 members of C. R. C. Mamie Kellogg—Photograph on file for pub- leation, Earl—You are a member. M. Lagomarsino—Many of the members are engaged in filiing scrapbooks, which they are 2oing to give to the little ones in the Chil. dren’s Hospital at Christmas time. Lk o e immsndin, “ OPEN YOUR MOUTH.”