The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, March 13, 1898, Page 32

THE SAN FRANCISCO CALL, SUNDAY, MARCH 13, 1898. mar our happiness.” “Come then,” sai@ the ‘Prince. ‘“Let Lxs thank the fairy godmother for her elp.” “I go now,” the fairv said, “and you will see me no more, for you will al- ways be happy and there will be no enemies to plot against you. Accept my blessing and now farewell.” Hand in hand the Prince and Cin- derella passed through the pleasant garden; hand in hand they entered the palace. One growl broke in upon their loving words. They looked at each other, with ‘tears in their eyes, for they sorrowed in their moment of great joy at the fate of the wicked sisters. One growl, and only one. The Prince and Cinderella lived hap- pily ever after. D. H. W. PERSONAL VIEWS OF YOUNG WRITERS. Hugh Cunningham, aged 13, of Ala- meda, has some excellent suggestions to offer to the boys and girls concern- ing the pending competition. Jlis letter is given in full, as follows: I read with interest the article about “the competition” and beg leave to make the following suggestions; That 18 be the age limit. That the girls, out of courtesy, be al- lowed to have their choice as to whether the girls or boys shall first publish their page. That some prominent literary people act as judges, one man and one woman. That as some children are better at compositions than at stories, and vice versa, each shall write his or her choice, and that the best.of these be published. 1 fully agree that the articles should not be more,than 600 words in length. The foregoing letter is selected from a host for publication because it is so practical and definite. Beatrice Bailey writes from Rock- ville, £al., as follows: Here is my suggestion for the new con- test in_The Call on the Boys' and Girls' page. Iam a member of the C. R. C., and 80 1 suppose I have a right to make on 1 think that such a contest as you s gest would just be grand. 1 think that it would be best to have all the competitors write stories, for if some write essays and some_poems it would be hard to choose . the winners. I would suggest that at some other time we have a poet's page and find - = e b £5 out who the best poets in the State are, = R ~ N AR that is, the little poets, not grown-up BSOS NACNONNONSNOORDNOON RO NN NN OGN OGO YNy flerce glare of the flaming river, and ones. I think the judges in the contest o i his ears were br-nufmbed by stra:xdge o;xghg to‘ bededufmors ar;dljhuurnall.fl?, or roi £ “ame 2 se just educators, and e committee b=l = ’ g holses that camme KrO e henra oy ought to be composed of two men and two 2 CINDERELIEA'S BRANE BRRINN @i & Above all the din the Prince heard an SiEIL1, 0% (OPRRSCE 0L (10 BER A0S R % =3 “One more chance vt have, Prifies. tur - o i fug lacles Conuot Us vat 5 el Unermo Lal e, - tlal to the girls, I don't think any one fafaReReR ey PegeReRet et oteRtog R kg guRugagegeTaRugRugagoPuRaFeicTePePeTagagegeRaPaPuaFoPaF=gug=gePuls? Give up Cinderella and marry her sis- above 17 years of age ought to be allowed ter, and you shall live. Refuse and the to compete unless they are grammar s thought Cinderella. I will rocks beneath vou shall crumble and school pupils. stood befo; 1 do.” vou shall fall into the river of fire and .1 hope you have the contest and I hope fair Prince. You be heard of no more forever.” the girls will win. well tried.” Firm stood the Prince as a statue. Probably Beatrice Bailey, on second south of the palm His hands were raised toward heaven. thought, would prefer that there should n that was all one In his dark and hing eyes was no be five judges, so that there might be itain the fairy led n of fear. No, on his face there was no possibility of a tie. But her sugges- g upon a door in n. a smile. tlon is excellent that women and men mountain, with her 0. he answered, “no, T will live Should be judges. Perhaps four judges f, the fairy told the Prince . gespite all black magic and I will find !0 be named might be authorized to door opened, and . the out Cinderella yet and will restore her hame the fifth judge. What. Beatrice in. A few steps onward he (o happines says concerning the diffitutly in judg- , onfwhich were the wor “Reap then the vengeance you have IDg correctly, “if some write essays na take my hand: sown,” said the same terrible voice, and some write poems,” is submitted to n of Magic Land! “Down you shall go through the the boys and girls for careful consider- )rth to the stat- crumbling crust of the earth into the ation. She does not agree with Hugh and ‘he died. smoke out. ‘cause he's shooted.” any more. and went to school. and et-it. et it took it home and they et it anunna couldn’t eat any more. a little kittie and he fed it so much sell it for a nickel. And that’s all the story. turned away frc to-morrow it was well. wealthy family. And Mr. Geeze's family was And is If you g Mr. Zaze's little boy was down him all up. t the Prince will return to me?” very sad. 1t hand. His quick thought With a sound like thunder the rocky Qiscussion is open to all the boys and alone had saved him. The pinnacle fell apart. Down, down, Sirlsof the Pacific Coast. the statue closed upon his, dropped the loving and brave Prince. The question is asked by several: STRANGERS FROM hing them, when the He closed his eyes, expecting to be ~What will be done with the stories ruck off the head of the dashed into the flery stream. He and essays written by the boys and BABYLAND- word. The hand of though that his fall was an age long. &irls which fail to be placed upon the o Mkmhnpi go at once, and he His pul tingled and his heart beat competitive pages?” The question is very fast; but even as he fell he mur- timely. The answer is that all stories Babies from Blabe-lémdv ol buy? ame O is a ¥ 7 g T blis! Some Wi augh and some will cry. mured the name of his dear Cinderella. that are good enough will be published, To Mmaks a nolse they all will try. to him—an old, Gentle hands seemed to be staying his redit will be given to the writ- She stood on a lit- fall. Half fainting, he was laid gently ages upon which the com- g,me have blue eves—some have brown; that the Prince had upon a bed of flowers, In a great gar- petition will be based will hold only & Some look up and some look down. 2 er bank of the.river den. limited number of articles. Other good How dainty each, from foot to crown! e lion. Th were guards When he opened his eye: work will be used upon the Boys' and - i o 5,S¥es and dogked o They'retired, you say; well, yes, they are ) the old Woman a pris- about, Cinderella’s fairy —godmother Girls’ page later. i The lions Were 'stood near by. -She looked at him ad- _ Floyd Smith, 21 Bartlett street, San Lor Baby-land is very fare 7 and.. ve sferociaus. The 151y AnAAREs e el S Far as the farthest blazing star! e _thought o inderelia. a1l Your trials’are over. Look! Cinder- ink that the limit of a he v : = > b Z ! age should not A darling boy with big blue eyes e Was E0' dear to! him, ‘ard HE knew fella com be 16 years, because Some who are over 16 Hasborrowed theblue from summer skles. t he would risk his life to go to the The Prince saw only a bent old hag are in the high schools and could write He looks at you in sweet surprise. -“of the old woman, he ran to the coming along the sarden path. Buh the very good stories. 1 should like the sto- 7 river bank. The lion on that side of godmother struck sharply on the gfavel ies to be fiction. I think that It Mr. Web- Brown eves, here. Is smiling, too: | the river crouched, ready to spring; twelve times wi 5 Ster were appointed to name the jurors it +I'm sure you'll find her good and true, i twelve times with her crooked staff. At Louid suit all. The girls' stories were Although less fair than eves of blue. and .from aggy throat came & the sound of the twelfth stroke Cinder. i g i und s T~ printed first in a_previous competition, re it bhave frightened ella was restored to her old self. Smil- And I think it would be right and fair (6 Dear hazel eyes, In pillows deep— 3 > : = Sode i Ang and happy, she and the Prince has- give the boys the first page this time. Tl let you have at her one peep, r:«:\n” ml. ‘.I\\ulm!flrmlu t‘};eiz‘:(l:\;‘-z l.~r};~d to.embrace, o How beautiful she is asleep. went towa he lion, = In 2 stant The Prince looked down. Lo! Cin- he might be torn by the lion's claws_ derella had on her glass slibpors of And, last of all, is eyes of gray. . and mangled by its horrible teeth. Then more. eiass siipyers ones DEAR GB‘EAfiDFATHER' iie shrinks before the light of day: the lion sprang at him. “Dearest,” said Cinderella, T was the BY LOUISE RICHTER. porash! The e o 2T e old woman whom you saw on the is- My dear grandfather Is miles away Which is your cholce? I hear you say hugeRlon hevetcoms (et B0 nd, and the two lions were my bad from San Francisco. I iike to go there You'll choose this one with eyes of gray. ell the lion and melted away into thin who were punished for their because I love him dearly. My grand- He did not come to earth to stay. air. 8o the Prince knew that the lion ked deeds by being turned into wild father is 62 years old. had been put In his wi by magic and There, by the banks of that My grandfather has a horse and buggy; Dear, sad gray eyes, T'll .choose but thee. fhot his courage hafdibeern teated: The round stream, they will stanq and he has a large farm in the country. Close to my heart you e‘er shall be, 1 the island and_the old Woman forever, and always unhappy. ~Haq 1o has hens, ducks, dogs, pigs, pigeons, And far shall every shadow flee. hen wench, come to and in His thoughts are roaming far away. when Cin- by the the clock 1ck twelve now to “phen I tin zed Sorcerer did not wait, but, the rajsing an iron wand, waved it in front e veak 0 of Cinderella, who was turned at once e from sight and the Prince was yoy failed to be brave and kind, when ““Phere are large green ficlds with wild Enough of love T have to spare, but he jnto a hideous old bag. Cinderella saw oomy cavern, through T called to you for help, there I would fiowers in them, and when summer comes God lent enough for you to share. n the :“‘ finam Lt and fled from the L‘j":}’}: ‘:‘ groped his way in complete have been forced to stay. From now, we pick some and make wreaths of them. Be thou my precious trust and care. 1 la’s silken palace, covering her face witl .- darkness. 5 e sLaldce covering Hler: face with her B ¥wom the roof of the cayern @ripped ed with soot; on Cinderella’s Step: who were & liquid that made the floor of the cav- % :s. Tears ran watching and liste re filled with ern very slippery. Far away the Prince soot, glee, and the younge ter mow ran Saw a faint light. Falling often upon yon her out to where the Prince sharp-pointed rocks, and hearing the , unlike the Prin- = “Dear Prince,” she said, “it is to my hissings of snakes all about him, but that the sorrow that r ster has returned to never daunted, he marched forward to- s her old cor on of a scullion. Let me Wward thre light. Soon the passage grew comfort €0 low and narrow that the Prince was ince scowled at her and forced to stoop to gc on. Unseen hands hearing - her hateful ' clutched at him to hold -him' back. e not, dear godmother; do ou will.” w sket where pe n placed—hi ther he nor. Cinderella Fierce voices shrieked at him. He ci nd th she the palace for many would not stop. ¢ 1 beat hereafter. In the very heart of the mountain of b oud, for some- Afar the Prince wandered, over ruby he found a wide, open space. - No days of glory and strange lands and stormy One sooner had he entered there than on all ded unless her fairy day he fell asleep ux © a palm tree. sides he ¥ surrounded by a river of aid. There Cinderella’s fairy godmother fire that, as it flowed near with cack- found him. ~As she leaned over her. ling and roaring noises, ate away the - godmother, come crooked staff and gazed at him he ground beneath the Prince’s feet. Down . awoke. fell the solid earth, and the river of ‘Arouse, Prince,” said the fairy. fire had Jeft only one tall pinnacle of “Cinderella -has ‘been taken from you rock for the Prince to stand upon. The hurt by see by deceit. Her stepsisters and the flames lapped the sides of the rock, r while she w v Sorcerer have done this. Cin- roaring and throwing up great sheets when he had derella is near, and she will be restored of sparks like a fiery spfay. Fumes of cerer. entered to her old glory and you to happiness sulphur and thick smoke nearly stifled king so much like if you are brave and true.” the Prince. odmother that the “Try me. I am bitterly sorry that I The Prince was nearly blinded by the e Prince le derella should f his eyes gazing at h ad plight. gone, the wicked G palace that C HERE IS AN “ACT” IN THE BUMPKIN CIRCUS THAT DID NOT TURN OUT JUST AS THE RINGMASTER EXPECTED, henceforth, there will be nothing to LERFLELIOIIIL MMM NN T DU UV H VRO LAV AN INFANT STORY-TELLER. [NOTE—The following little stories were spoken by a three-year-old child, the daughter of Mrs. M. L. Stewart of Visalia, and were taken down in writing.at the time or soon after. They are unique and so thoroughly childish—like very little children—that they will appeal to all who know and love the prattlers and can see beauty in their lives and artless ways. This little girl has written many little rhymes.]} BOY’S name was Ess. His name was Little Ess, and he had a gun, and he shooted-a long, long way, and he shooted his papa Then he put a picture in his gun and he shooted it. _Then he put in a thing that belongs to a gun and he shooted the And his mamma called his papa, and little Ess said: “He can't come His mamma said: “Well, thenI'l! have to get you another papa.” And so she went downtown and she saw a white man, and he was a .nice man, and she brought him home. Once there was a little boy and his name was Board Nothing. He had a little brother, and his name was Door Nothing. They went out to play with two little girls, and theit names was Little Kettle. Both of em’s names was Little Kettle. They went out for a walk a long way, and they came to some water, and they took off their shoes and stockings and all their clothes and waded into the water. And a man came along and poked them out with a rope, and he said: “Here, you little children is lost. Don’t you think you'd better go home?” and he put them on the train and they went home and they didn’t go away off A little boy’s name was Don Loteeka. He was a good littleboy. His sister’s name was Fon Loteeka. She was a nice little girl. They were good little children till they got big enough to go to school, and they got bigger and bigger and bigger and bigger. Then they went away One’ day they went out and what do you think theyssaw? A rabbit; and they took it home and et it. Then what do you think they saw? A goose; and they took it home Then anunna day they saw a mouse, and they took it home and Then anunna day they went out and they caught a rabbit, and they And then the little boy went out and picked a rose. One time a boy had a cat and it lived out in the barn. And he had growed and growed, till it was a big cat—a big purr cat, and he losed it. And then he had ‘anunna kitten and he dido’t lose it. He wouldn't A man came along and wanted to buy it for a nickel, and he wouldn’t sell it, and the man kept the nickel And he kept the kitten all the time. A little boy went out to chop and chopped his finger off, and so the next time his brulla (brother) came and chopped himself, and the little boy didn’t chop his finger off any more. His papa watched him and his mamma put gasoline (vaseline) on his finger and wrapped it up, and Mr. Zaze and Mrs. Zaze and a lot of little children—they was .a here around the table eating their supper. And they were all very happy.’ came along and it.took its bill and put it against him and then it et And when he was all et up and they couldn’t find him any more Mr. Zaze and all the family felt very bad and cried. And they were all ized his sword river of fire.” Cunningham upon that Doint The o o i 106 10F 06 16 106700 0 2 06 06 106 10 16 06106 0 06 106 10 10 18 08 0¥ 10V 108 06 0K O A I X fet<d day and anunna day, till -they milk it growed and growed and there too. And all of them were on the floor and a big, big snake K08 6 108 106 308 306 308 308 08 308 106 208 08 108 306 06 30 000K 6 S N0 X O O O O O O Ot I N I S QR G S O R R R M O BUDGE AND HIS VERY QUEER PET. B8Y LESLIE B. WOODRUFF. Mrs. A. Voy, living on Howard street just beyond the “big bend,” in San Miguel, Cal, is the owner of a handsome Newfoundland dog which has recently become greatly attached to a “make-believe” pussy cat. Budge, for that is the dog’'s very suggestive name, is a family pet, and during por- tions of the day, especially at supper time, when the young members of the Voy family have returned from their daily tasks down town, is permitted to have the freedom of the home and to frolic as she pleases. But when bed- time comes she must go down to the basement and sleép on-the coal, with only the rats, a stray cat or two and her numerous fleas for company. It was, no doubt. this absence of con- genial associates which caused Budge to acquire a most peculiar notion. One day a neighbor threw into the Voys' basement yard a stuffed cat—one of those cloth affairs which mamma buys at the dry-goods store and stuffs with cotton for baby to play with. The Newfoundland was lrving In the vard at the time, basking in the sun, and was attracted by the imitation tabby. Going to it she nosed it gently for a few seconds, then with a warn- ing growl, picked it up by the neck, the way that mother cats carry their little ones, and carried it into her bed by the coal bin. Mrs. Voy witnessed the occurrence, and going dowstairs endeavored to take the toy cat away from the dog, but was unable to do so. Subse- quently the rest of the family in turn tried to coax the animal to let it go, but without success. At night Budge and the stuffed cat are jnseparable. Lo DR S AMBROSIAL REVERIE, BY MAGGIE R. KOTTINGER. If bees could, from the sweet wild rose, A Pnle. pink nectar draw, Well flavored by the nectar sweet— Thelir waxen cells to store; Or gather from the violet Honey enriched by hue, And odorous with the fragrant breath Of the shy ‘flower so blue— Or _could they, from the amber cup Of primrose in the dale, The sweetest golden Hquid draw “That scents a summer gale. And 1f, in cells of finest wax, Of pure, translucent white, These riches they should store awaye= How dainty’d be the slg.h!! The many tiny waxen cells— * The colors gleaming through— Each holding its rich, flavored sweets— Pale yellow, pink or blue! How wise would be the “n’hb“ . That Nature's laws could break— And, from the flowers, in colors rare A perfumed honey take A