The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, March 27, 1898, Page 31

THE SAN FRANCISCO CALL, SUNDAY, MARCH 27, 1898 31 IRl BY DAVID HWALKER.. > 5 the k the ame is vanquished Michael Mount the ‘en- chante ded G t of the V hree-Headed Giant, from w you gained the coat of invisibility, the cap of knowledge ve you fam There i you now to do. Are you 1 Jack, King. “This bark on a s hip agician into nd boy all ma- that your f < will not ind his ma- land ‘on - the ir ip sailed were the morning dawned giciant said to the giant Gorgolo: ge ship came here in the zht. Upon it and the son ; have come to and your learned fre set forth and st, the trees and nich could talk » said Gorgo- angers who 2 the grass.” * said the grass and very angry, for aind the Prince were . He theref tore off T and until he Then back strode I to ask the he very bad humor, xXt. magician with scorn, ischief you have done. fo t f my charms now fail to work. 1 would already have Jack and the here, ready to throw into the n pot for your dinner. Now the magician whom T had safely locked up in the heart of the oak tree has been freed by you and he will work against < for Jack and the Princ answered Gorgoloa, and it is-too JACK KiiiS THE BUMPKINS PLA THE late to grumble. It is true that I lost mper, but we must do something or we shall all be destroyed to- gether.” E The magician who had been freed from the oak tree took Jack upen one shoulder and the Prince upon:the other and carried them bodily over the castle wall afid hid them in' the giant’s clock ase. Then a battle took place between » mugic They stirred up ds until ‘théy blew a hurricane. note the ground until there was a fierce earthquake that- cau the castle of Gorgoloa to shake t¢ s very foundation: 1 its. huge surréunding walls crac and «crumbled. They filled the air with s of fire that sent out thick smoke, so' that darkness > midnight fell upon the enchanted nd. The magician of the.oak tree 11y drove Gorgoloa's magician from and and followed him, on wings f gie, oyer the sea. This left Jack and the Prince alone to fight the great giant. Unfortunate- ly, the Prince made a noise in the clock The ¢ t found him swinging the cl s huge pendulum and g toh behind the round weight at the end. “Come forth,” sa Prince. *“I know now d the giant, seizing now where Jack ring the giant thrust the Prince t of his great coat, e clock to look for Jack. But Jack had climbed up among the wheels' that turned the hands upon the clock dial, and the giant did not him. h; aid Gorgoloa lock up the never mi a_ while, I and let how he lik Then he began to prepa He threw a whole beef i to stew, and drew .out his - and breathed with a noise ek tarving.” his lunch. ldron otive letting off steam, as he tcok whifs of smoke into his lungs. on he had stle so full of smoke that the Prince, who was on the lookout for a chance, thought the tirde had ‘arrived for him to escape. He had found a great fish line in the gi- ant’s pocket, and had attached to it of the giant's coat buttons. Down this fish line he slid easily, and the giant did not motice him, being too busy thinking. When the giant stepped outside of the castle for-a moment the Prince slipped from under the giant’s footstool where he had been hiding; threw the fish line, which he had noosed at one end, over the key of the clock; then, sailor fashion, he climbed up and un- locked the clock door. Jack slipped from his place of imprisonment in a trice, and the Prince locked -the clock and slid down the line, which he pulled down after him. With the aid of the line the two escaped from the castle window, but not a second top soon. When the giant saw the line and learned of their escape, he was more furious than ever. As for Jack and the Prince, they ran as fast as they could go toward the shore, in search of the giant’s vessel, which they had come to de: They found the vessel under a beet- ling cliff. It was long and low, with- out masts, but having huge wings on either side, which the giant could work by magic, so that his vessel would go % GIANTI . * * * B * faster than any ship. At the bow it had the shape of a snake’s head. The sides were armed with long and very sharp pikes and knives, which were in constant motion, so that no one could get upon the vessel without danger of cut to piece The water s ed to be filled with fierce s L dangerous to try to reach the vessel by water. “Ah,” said Jack, “I ve an idea. I will make the sharks destroy the gi- ant's vessel.” He took from his pocket a piece of bread and- broke it into crumbs and threw it upon the cliff. Two score of sea birds saw the crumbs and flew toward them, Jack, who always carried.a sling in his pocket, cked up a double handful of pebbles and killed all’ the sea birds. Then he threw them into the giant's vessel. The sharks leaped.over the low sides of the vessel to feast on the birds. The knives and pikes cut and angered them. When they were in the vessel they fought furiously for possession of the birds, all the. more furiously .be- cause of the knife cuts, which made them smart. The giant heard the loud noises they were making, and ran from his castle toward the beach. When he saw the sharks in his vessel he was more an- gry than whén he destroyed the magic forest. He took up great bowlders and threw them at the sharks to kill them. Y A “FOOL’S DAY” JOKE UPON THE The bowlders tore holes in the vessel and it sank. many sharks surround- ed it that the giant dared not wade out to it. He was now so angry that he bellowed like a wild beast, and vowed all sorts of vengeance against Jack, who, he saw, had planned the mischief that the giant had Just wrought to his own harm. Jack and the Prince, who had gome into hiding when the giant approached, aid not think it would be wise to ven- ture out into his sight. Jack had found that his shoes of swiftness and his coat of invisibility were of no use to him upon the Enchanted Island; but the cap of knowledge helped him to think. He followed Gorgoloa back to his castle and slipped in through the door first. Jack was a ventriloquist and could imitate the voices of-.all birds and beasts and could make his own voice sgem to come from several differ- ent directions without once changing his own position. He nmow hid behind a big bronze statue and roared like a lion as Gorgoloa entered. The noise seemed to come from another room, Gorgoloa seized his club and soon battered the next room to pieces, hunt- ing for the lion. Then J.ck howled like a_wolf, croaked like a laughed with his own natural raven, voice They and finally. taunted Gorgoloa with be- ing a coward. Each time the noise he made came from a different direction. Gorgoloa raged from room te room, beat down ceilings andfloors and finally took to throwing down the castle walls. Jack kept behind the giant and out of the way of falling stones, tormenting Gorgoloa until the giants had com- MEXICAN BABIES. HE, Mexisan bsbiss are chubby aud gay— Each family bas six or & dozen: Avd all in the towa are related, they From s first to 8 tweatisth co. His tears in an instart his sister cen dry And patio shaltered aod % ars Yaby¥ean loddls without any shirt ;rfii houss fs edobe, with flooring of dirt, i A2d mamma can ging without money ! With blankets about them to keap off the cod OW happy these impe from the day they are born! mh and tumble in tatters. Their faces are dirty, their clothes sre all torn: But pobody thinks that it matters! pletely overthrown the castle and all of its surrounding walls. At the close of the day Gergoloa was £0 tired that he fell into a heavy sleep. He was now homeless and Jack be- lieved that his magic would not help him. Placing his trumpet to his lips Jack blew a loud blast. “Comé forth to battle, Gorgoloa!” shouted Jack. The giant leaped up and rushed at Jack, who waited until Gorgoloa was near him. Then he jumped aside and Gorgoloa swept by like a whirlwind. Jack fitted round stones that he had brought from the beach to his sling and threw them at the giant. None of them seemed to hurt the monster. “Aim for his breast,” the cap of wisdom told Jack. So Jack waited until Gorgoloa came within a few yards of him and then sent a stone whizzing, with all his strength, at the giant’'s breastplate. ‘With that Gorgoloa fell and with the breaking of his breastplate all his magic help came to an end. A dreadful noise came from all parts of the island at once. The ground be- gan to sink into the waves. Higher and higher rolled the water every min- ute and now it reached the castle ruins and Gorgoloa was buried.beneath the waves. % Fortunately the Prince's vessel ar- rived just then and took Jack and the Prince away. The next second the whole island sank below the sea and has never since been seen. Jack and the Prince were welcomed home with great honor by the King. D. H. W. P g SPRING RAINS, By Ciara A. Banfill. one day in my study, Watching_ the raindrops .fall, Far beyond were the mountains, And the raindrops blessed them all. I sa Then I thought, while watching, hoping, The sun might shine again, . Of the King, our Heavenly Father, Who giveth us the rain. ‘When it falls the gras harken, 1t bids the grain to spring, It makes the birds, witiygleeful hearts, Their Maker's pral sing. - JACK 0’ THE BEANSTALK The latest advc ture of “Jack of the Beanstalk” is demanded by several of our young readers. In response to re- quests Jack will be the hero two weeks from this morning. . Next Sun- day morning, because earlier requests must be favored first, the story of how the “Three Bears” returngd a com- pliment and visited Goldildcks will be told. Farnswerth Wright of Palo Alto, aged “‘a little over nine,”” writes: This is my first letter to you. I enjoy the new fairy tales very much. I would nd the Beanstalk’ 10 years old. I am le like “Jack and best of all. for _the ‘boys * “page. h made up my mind to take for a subject, “How the Lily Got Her Pistil.” sog LITTLE GIRL BLOOMER. By Nellie Olmstead Lincoln. Bonny and wide awake, full of smile: 0 little boy blue, You'll be quite’in If you don't keep awake And look after this maid! F the little tlack-hesdsd brown baby should cry, Or mamra grow sick of his prattle, With the end of a smake for 2 retil sunny, ND the littls black dogs dre a sight to bebold, Al hairlass, and wrinkled ss mummies, And babiss sbout them for chammics! CHARLSS A KEELER. THE AUTHOR OF DEAR OLD HOME. The little poem printed anonymously with the above title on this page was written by Judith Guslean of Port- land, Or. 0 el Osay now! pi2 ==APRIL FU-k CIRCUS LION, RKU2 BEgTt ZM__AwL. THE GRANGER ' : TEILS WIT Sum uv my relashuns hav sed i orter tell how ’tis i don’t run away from these = tarnation hav mawled me and lammed me, i allo- trick the funny critters git up brings me cut at the botum First i follered the Bumpkins to git back my chickins and uther things the raskals took when they s Then i got sorter amoozed at what took plais and so kept along with the prosesshun to see what uv the heep. was foriging. Bumpkins. They and every new would hannen next, and there has ben a lot taken plais all GRANGER RUNS AWAY. aI_onr' the lme—_spe_s ‘ully since we struk intu San Franssisko, and in the lang- widge of sum poet i've bin in it as a prinsipal party. _kanankerous hot enuff to split. was. When i was ter hum i uster blong to a church and peepul sed i had an_even temper, but i dunno. Bumpkin fellers do such all fired things i get These But, while they are all full of mischiff as an eg is full of mete, they are the gratest coaxers ever They say “now Unkle Eaph, that last was an a> dent and it won't hapen agen,” but i dunno. what will hapen will be sumthin wuss than anything the funny little fellers have dun to me yet. Most likely Shure enuff i orter THAT WAS AN AXIDENT. g0 hoam, fur there are chores to doo, buter and cheze ter maik and cows ter milk. Aunt Samanthy, that's mi wife, lized too see mi pictyure in the Kaul every Sunday morn- ing; becoz she sez the artist, who tels the trooth sure enuff, maiks it plare to her that i need slikkin up orfuls “Unkle Eaph,” them’s the verry words i got frum her in a letter yisturday, “yew orter be shamed too go around amung Peepul will begin to think yew And the way yure toes stik out uv yure shoos is ‘simply skanderlus to the last degree. But, say, Unkle Eaph,whcn are yew going to sirkuss age Thair’'s woman kewrioserty, beet it if yew kan, city foiks in sutch close. haven't got no Sunday soot. sunflower. 3 naburs get passes? ile tork with them. Of course it maiks me diz with the buffler at the park, and ar just wild to chais around Likewise the rooster and the pig. them the way in which they shood go. she’s just scander- n She’s a YOUR AUNT SAMANTHY. There’s a lot uv my old naburs who write for free passes intu the sho and say that tu see an old feller like me goin thru tricks with the Bumpkin sirkuss would bee moar fun than a brindle steer a chasin city fellers up the ¢ pasture rode when the kum out tu the farm tu maik pict- ures and only maik traks so fast that yew. cood play chek- ers on thare cote tales with the stere clus behind. Dew the not on yure life. But if they will bring me in some reel fresh garden sass, the full money’s wuth, But they won’t see me hunt liuns and play with tigers free. 72y to be fired out uv a can- nun; and them was tuff times when i had the contraptions the masterdon street; and was neer drownded at Stow Lake. it maiks me tired tu seehowthatmew! and that heifer, what i brot up frum earliest childhood have been weened frum me with Sutch is gratitood! They uster cost me a heep of munny when i was a teechin on Market Then, agen, the Bumpkins. Let it go! My YES, | SHOOD SMILE. owsers ar getting frade and thin and my shoos ar about plade out, but i will stay with the Bumpkins to the bitter end. Yes, i shood smile. THE RACE FOR PLACE WILL SOON CLOSE Grace T. Scott, 11 years oid, who is in the Emerson School in Tacoma, is one of the most enthusiastic of all the little champions of the literary reputa- tion of her sex. She has written a spirited letter. from which extracts are herewith given: Women are superior to the men in writ- ing; that stand. Listen: ; Merey the talented and dis- tingutshed writer of colonfal days, who did much to help the cause of freedom, and Margaret Winthrop and Eliza Pinck- ney! Elizabeth Barrett Browning, the greatest of women poets! And what boy or girl has not read with deep interest Charlotte Bronte's “Jane Eyre”? Is there a school child in the whole land who has not read that old favorite, “Bingen on the Rhine,” by Caroline S. Norton? Can any one repeat that grand piece of poetr: “Rock Me to Sleep, Mother,” by Mrs. . Allen, without feeling a thrill of home- » "Can you produce the equal of t Beecher Stowe's ‘Uncle Tom's Cabin”"? And Anna Sewall’'s “Black Beauty,” ittle Lord Fauntleroy Ruth Ashmore’s “Talks With Girls,” Miss Alcot “Little Women,” Kate Douglas: Wiggin's “The Story House,' Gertrude Hale’s “The Little Flower People,” Laura E. Richards’ “Four Feet, Two Feet and No Feet,” Mary Mapes Dodge, these are all wonderful writers; their equals are hard to find, but not among the men, I think, anywa, And then there is Mrs. Lyman Abbott, Mrs. A. D. T. Whitney, Mary E. Wilkins and Mrs, Mark Morrison. There are some more I must not neglect to mention. George Eliot, Mrs. Hemans, Helen Hunt Mrs. Burnett's “ & Jackson, Mrs. Burton Harrison. I think this array of brilliant women can more than hold their own with the men writ- ers, don’t you, Mr. Editor?” Now the question that Grace Scott asks in conclusion is something like the question upon which the competition is based. The way to find out whether there is superiority of sex in literature may be to have bright girls and bright boys compete, the girls to publish their page, and then, on the succeeding Sun- day, the boys will publish.theirs. In the competition Grace Scott may find her name among the first six. To bring this about she must send her story soon. 2 That ail the girls and boys may have a chance, the date for closing the com- petition is fixed at April 12. No story mailed later than that day will be con- sidered for either the boys’ page or the girls’ page. When the manuscripts are all in hand some time may elapse be- fore the first page, that representing the girls, will be published. At least a fortnight will be given for selection of the best six stories, that the choice may be carefully made after full con- sideration of each story from several points of view. So these additional points are settled: The girls’ page will be published first. The last day for mailing ‘stories for competition will be April 12. -— By King Sing. [Note—King Sing is a Chinese voy, who attends the Chinese Presbyterian Mission School on Stockton street, San Francisco. He is 10 years old.] A horse can eat, run, jump and draw the cars all day. He has very hard work to do. Some horses are wild and. some of them are gentle. Some men whip their horse very hard. My horse is gentle and nobody whips him. A horse has no horns, and he has four feet, two ears, one nose, no long hair and not two or three heads, and his legs are not very long and not very short. A horse is not as large as the elephant and not as small as the rat. My horse is afraid of the lion and tiger, for they will kill horse. A horse is not very tall and not very low, and has not so big a head as the elephant; and not so little as the rat. ——e MY CHILDHOOD'S HOME. By Juliette Driscoll. Oft as I sit here dreaming, 1 think of days gone by, Of the cottage home; its garden neat, And the brooklet arch and shy; Of the vine awvove the doorway With its flowers that loved the sun, And the river, singing, low and sweet When the long day was done, And now I hear dear voices I knew when 1 was young; I see the dear old orchard, ‘With choicest fruitage hung. See, now, the sunlight striking Across the grassy lea! It gilds the stream where children ‘Wade and laugh, full of glee. So, as I sit here thinking O&hafi)py days gomne by, My heart is glad, though oft the tears ‘Will shine, and oft I sigh. THE RAINY DAY. By Alide Lephe Alley. It was a very rainy day, and little Belle ad to play in the house. Belle was very cross and wanted to go out and play. Mamma said if Belle would be a_good baby she would make her a doll dress. Belle said, “T will.” So mamma said, “l am not busy.” So she sat down to make it, and Belle went and got her doll and wagon and her chair, and was a good girl while mamma made the dress. In the afternoon it cleared off and Rose, one of Belle's friends, came to stay an hour with Belle. When Rose went home Belle's mamma said she might FD and spend an hour and a half with Lily. Belle took her doll with her new dress on to show Lily. Lily brought her doll out, and they had a fine time. When Belle came home her mamma had made her a pretty hat for her doll also. 'DISGUISING THE GRANGER AS A TIGER. ;