The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, March 26, 1899, Page 31

» THE SAN FRANCISCO CALL, SUNDAY, MARCH 26, 1899. 3 WALF . '—”);-p:» — et OO0 ST LI & LFO I & LRSS ITION SIS TES 1Y ST SLITO M & ; e P INTO aizes o CLARIBEL’S JOURNEY b PICTURE LAND EETODONIT & LIS SO S LOTOXKS LHEISIN S LIOTISLL & DISLOTIIS IS TO | T ALL happened on her birthday. Claribel sat on a green, sunny knoll. Bhe wasn't doing anything in particular, just enjoying the sunshine. After a while Claribel grew drowsy, and was just thinking about taking a nap, when some one spoke her name close to her. Claribel was wide awake in an in- stant. Right beside her stood a little birthday card. He had a head. feet and hands, to be sure, but otherwise you would hav thought he was one of the pretty cards you buy for your be: chum The man was about eight inches tall and he had a merry, happy look in his 2, to have a “¥en, igirt a ered at last. “Would you like to go home with ' he asked she exclaimed, “I would much.” ‘“Well, come, then; we will start, as it is getting late. The little man clapped his hands and duce a S applied it to knot hole in s surprise e lock meeting er and Before them stood a tiful paper. In front of the palace, instead of a garden, violets, forget-me-nots, , pansies and all sorts of flowers painted on paper, and the grass on paper. - Everything looked as as life, but even the trees were e they heard the sound of music laughter, and Claribel and the man went into the wide hall. hen they climbed a lovely winding staircase, and we mmediately shown into a room where the company had assembled. On a platform dt one end of the sat the King and.Queen. of Pic- tureland. They sat in beautiful paper chairs and paper crowns on their he paper looked like gold. people elegantly autiful flowers were ver: and upids aimed their and the Queen's t of.all Claribel welcomed by the' King and Queen, who invited her to sit down near them. Soon a bell rang apd the co ¢ went in cou- ples to the dinin where a fine feast was spread. The King and Queen sat at one end of the long table. and Claribel and her valentine man at the other. It would be hard to tell all they had that night to eat. Everything was made of paper—oranges, nuts, candy, oake and ice cream—but Claribel thought that they tasted better. than anything she had ever eaten. ‘When nearly everything had been eaten, the King and the Queen and all the people arose and went back to the other room. Claribel noticed that all of the ser-. vants were comic valentines, and that none of these were among the guests. So you see that they are considered low in the Picture Kingdom. After awhile the music recommenced and every one began dancing. Clari- bel’s little man asked her to dance, so she danced with him and others until she was tired. Her partner told Claribel that she had better go home or her mother would be anxious. So they sald “Good- by"” to all the picture people and went out through the garden and. to the door In the tree. Before they went out the little man told C ibel that people often found them in the flelds, cut off their heads, arms and feet and sold them for birthd. cards. Then Clari- bel was very Sorry. They then went out of the tree into coet air.. The beetle team-was walt- and they got in at once. Inh a few re back on the knoll Claribel had been. little man said, “Now I must go, ribel, but if I am alive I will come next year, so you can be here right,” she answered. ‘“Good- and he jumped into the s whisked out of sight. “laribel half thought she would fol- low him, but just then her mother called ““Claribel, where are you?"” “Here, mamma,” she answered, springing and rubbing her eyes. The sun was just setting and she hurried to the house. Claribel told her mother all about her strange visit, but her mother only laughed and said, “You must have had a good sleep.” That evening when her father came home he called Claribel and said, “Look what 1 got at the postoffice for you, dear.” It was a birthday card. As Claribel drew it out of the envelope she aimost screamed, for there was her little man, without head, hands or feet. She re- membered the verse and the flowers (forget-me-nots) and the colors—pink and blue. Some one must have caught the little man when he was going home. Claribel felt very sad about it, and that night she told the birthday card ghe would take good care of him al- ways; so she kept him in a pretty glass case on her bureau, and often she would go and talk to him. Her mother laughed and said she was silly to mind about a dream, but Clari- bel belleved for a long time that it was not a dream. She knows now that it was all a dream, but she still has -her birthday card. CLARA BANFILL, Brentwood, Cal. ““Good-by,” buggy and LEOLHORE & DOTOTHLS T LSS DOV FOLIC O LTSN & LYGLIGLROTS LGOI X JACK’S AFPRIL FOOL DAY FISHING. ACK and his uncle were fishing in a boat near Jantucket without a pole, but with a long, strong line baited at the end. The uncle sat on one side of the boat, with his back to Jack, pulling in the line, an Jack sat on the other d etting the line down into the water ag: “How long this line is, Jack,” s id his uncle, t looking around % had played a joke on his Uncle off and Peter. He had taken the hook: tied the two ends of the line together, and it kept going round and round, into the water on one side and out of it on the other. “Why, I never saw such a long line, sald his uncle again, as he kept on uliing it in. Py e satd nothing, but pushed it over hig side as fast as he could. “I can't im whe: are,” exclaim his uncle, into the water Then Jack p LHOLIOTS & LHORIOL & TS the hooks locking down ked up a small square HER BRAVE DORA. BY P. O. STANFORD. a time there was a lit- her NCE upon tle girl and were very anything t name was D! mother. They and had hardl good to her her all she could. One day she said “Mamma, 1 want to o 1 make a little mone y the time the fair is over ¥ e’ enough money to buy a So her mothe washed her face the best dress neat. clean, man who had a < “Please, may 1 hel 1l the can- e a little S5 DS DI & LHTOD S DO0D of board and wrote on it with chalk. He tied it to the line and let it drop into the water. By and by it came up with the line on the other side. “Hullo! What's this?”’ cried Uncle Peter. “A plece of board, turn it over,” said Jack. His uncle turned it over and saw “April fool” written on the other side in chalk. Then he looked around and had been doing with saw what Jack the line and he began laughing, and Jack laughed, to “So this the way you have fooled your uncle?” he sald - It was the 1st of April and Jack's uncle had promised him half a dollar that morning if he could April fool him. Then they untied .the line and put on the hooks again and caughtagood mess of fish, although Uncle -Peter said he wondered the fish had not been all tired out waiting for the bait on that line. ROSEMARY SHIELDS. SO COODE L 0 that mamma can have a new money dress? THE DONKEY THAT BRAYED NSO LIS © HOLIOOISN & LOLIGUM ARRY had been at school about a week when Sam Slickens, who sat next him, offered to seil him his donkey for only a dollar. Harry thought this was too good a chance to be missed, so said he would buy it with the money he was saving for Christmas and then surprise the family. On Saturday Sam brought the don- key and tied him to a tree in the stable yard. As he was going off with his dollar Harry asked him the donkey's name. 5 “We call him Donk for short,” an- swered Sam. “I think I'll call him Prince when I know him better,” sald Harry. “Perhaps you'll call him Bray when you know him better.” With this Bam darted off whistling for joy. Wondering over this, Harry ran to call out the family. They came, and were more than surprised. His father took one good look, shook his head gravely, and with never a word went back to the house. His mother feared the creature was too frisky. His elder brother, Edgar, wanted to know how much he had been paid to take him. But Harry kept cheerful, for he was sure they would find out this was a pretty good donkey in spite of his name. At 3 o'clock the pext morning the donkey Jburst into a bray that aroused REACE grrm e guess he must have the stomach-ache. He ate an awful pile of hay.” Here Edgar was heard laughing and chuckling in his room. So Harry felt like making for him. Exactly at 3 o'clock the following morning Donk took to braying again. It was “uch-aw, uch-aw, uch-aw,” un- til he seemed to choke. Every one but Harry hoped he was dead. But he was not. 3 After school that day Harry went to play with Fred Barton, who lived at the corner. But very soon they got on the fence to watch the tennis players in the court that spread from Fred's yard to the next street. “Why, there goes Donk!” all at once cried Harry. “He has broken away!” And Donk it was, hurrying along, flinging out his heels for gladness. When he came to the corner he turned and then slowed down, with his eyes fixed on a horse and cart tied to a tree on the grassy space to the right of the court. A little child named Alfred sat in the cart watching.the game. The horse was old and sleepy-looking. As Harry tells it, Donk stopped to think a moment and then crept on tip- toe through the gate and up to the horse. Mrs, Barton says it is true, as she saw it from her window. She also says Donk actually put his mouth to the horse's ear before he struck off in the worst bray of all. Then, as the poor horse turned to dash away, Donk flung himself proudly toward the gate. The tenpis players caught the horse just after little Alfred had fallen across the axle. He was picked out, badly scared, and afterward told his mother the whole neighborhood, and went on as if he did not know how: to stop. But at last he did. “Harry, what kind of a beast {s that you have brought in the tamily?” called his father from the next room. “I don't know,” mourned Harry. “I he was dragged two miles before the horse was stopped. That night Harry’s father gave the donkey to some gardeners who lived away off near the marsh, and who sald they did not mind brays. ELSA HUGG, The bairnies cuddle doon at nicht, Wi’ mirth that’s dear to me. But sune the big warl’s cark an’ care Will quaten doon their glee. Yet come what will tae ilka one May He who sits aboon Aye whisper, though their pows be bauld, “0 bairnies, cuddle doon.” —dAlexander Anderson. e et e T e TN e R e e TR LS u R R s e R e S e ‘/ LOROLL S UL HOLUOLS XY The man was go pleased at Dora’s little speech that he said,. “Yes.” All the people came to buy from Dora. By the time the fair was over she had $1 55. When she reached home her mamma was much pleased, and gave her enough to buy her a doll. Dora was pleased, and thought her mamma very kind. So the little girl got the doll and her mamma got a new dress. PUZZLE GUESSERS. WORD with our young corre- spondents. So many letters con- taining answers to puzzles have been received that there would not be room for them all in forty pages. This 1§ to express thanks for.the interest shown by you all. Irwin Bare had bad luck when his puzzle was published—because of a misprint. Jon appeared as Jou, and that took the name of Jones from the Jist of twenty. Did that discourage Cecil Heans of Berkeley? ~Not at all! She made the twelfth name *‘Allen,” and so counted out twenty. With the name of Jones added she had twenty-one names, and 8o is the champion up to date. ' E. Gladys Coffin wrote from Dutch Flat in reference to the four animals and one tree. Not to be balked by dif- ficulties she found that the links of sausages (ground hog) represented a lynx. The grizzly old man (grizzly) she met bravely and decided that he represented a hare! A natural guess in each case. Both guesses were clever. The answers to the San Francisco street puzzles of last week are as fol- lows: (1) Jackson, (2) Taylor, (3) Plerce, (4) Steuart, (5) Post, (6) Chest- nut, (7) Geary. To-day the puzzle pictures represent birds common to all the Pacific Coast States and Territories. Here are some of the young guessers who answered all the street puzzles without a mistake: Gertrude Donohue, 724B Green street; Alice Donnelly, 11 Perry street; Milten 8. Silverstone, 112 Lyon street; Ernest Ryder, 1627 Hayes street; Floyd Walker, 1631 Hayes street. James S. Greer, 4120 Twenty- fourth street, ingeniously figured out Spear street for Pierce. The truth is that one answer would fit as well as the other, and James will make Bronstrup think hard—that his puzzles may be solved only in one way. Bdna Ralph of Alvarado must be counted among those who guessed right. Claudle Lombard of 1028 Second ave- . Plerce’; PAPA’S SHARE OF THE CANDY OO0 S ST B oL en et e o I HERE was & bag of candy in the house and “Little Mister,” aged three years, found it. There was too much of sweets for him to safely eat and so he was coaxed to divide his treasures—his by right of discovery—with three larger children. Then there was too much for “Little Mister’s” share for his health and he was coaxed to “‘save the biggest plece for papa.” After awhile “Little Mister” had eaten his candy all up. Down ‘“red lane” it had pleasantly trayeled and his face plainly sald “moreé, please.” But there was no more—only papa’s share. “Little Mister” was on honor, He had the share of papa in his keep- ing. Presently he began to creep be- hind a chair. When he came out there was something in his mouth! Several pairs of eyes looked at “Little Mister.” He alone spoke: “Dess too much canny; make poor papa sick,” he said, holding the candy, which he had rolled up after nibbling it behind his back in both chubby little hands. “And so you thought you would eat a little to keep papa from being sick?"” “Des, mamma." The smiles that ‘met this sort of rea- soning seemed to please “Little Mis- ter,” who, after a time, was again miss- ing. He wasn't behind the big. chair, nor hiding under the plano, nor was he playing *“choo-choo train” with a rusty locomotive three inches long in the hall. “Little boy!" No answer. “Little boy!” Again no answer. ‘“Mamma has lost her little boy. If she should hear a little squeak she might find him.” ; ‘Was there ever a child who could give up a chance to play hide-and-go- seek? If so “Little Mister” was not that one. From a distant corner of the room, where he was hiding in a jungle, back of the sofa, came out a faint “‘queek.” Queek! And now the hunt for this untamed little burrower was on. As the hunter follows the sound of his game s0 mamma hunted down ‘Little Mis- ter,” and drew hlm forth, kicking and_ but hubbling over with’ struggling, laugh,- by one tiny little black shoe. “Where’s the candy, little Mister?” “Let's pa (play) hide some more, mamma!” “Yes, but where is the candy? Have wvou los. 1t?" “Where is i Little Mister lies flat on his stomach upon the floor and once more works his wav into the jungle, where he rcmains some time, vhile the spectaidvs wait patiently. When he comes ouz he holls in one hand the'very tiniest little bit of cancy. ‘“\What have you in your hand, Little Mister?” “Papa’s canny.” “Does it taste good?"” “Des, mamma.’” “What are you going to do with that little plece?” “Papa don’t like dis kind canny. mamma. No!” (Expression of great disgust on the little face at the idea of eating that kind of candy.) “What will papa say when he comes home?” “He say tank oo, darling child.” Did the double ghare of candy make up for the medicine that followed it “down red lane?” Little Mister had it all. LI & DOTOLOLO L SVOTO LIOTS nue, East Oakland, made out No. 3 of the streets to be Spear instead of Pierce, which is another pointer. Spear must count as correct, and so Claudie has really made no mistake, for his other answers are all right. Claudie is one of the youngest puzzlers, aged only 10. A. Partington, 1721 Eddy street, found that No. 3 was “either Spear or Phillp Zipp of Grass Valley and Willlam Walker of 941 Campbell street, Oakland, were sure that No. 3 was Plerce. There were many other successful guessers, but their answers came late. Early answers are best. Mabel Nutting of this city, Ray Koopman of Vallejo and Ruth Heans 6f Berkeley sent in correct answers just in time to have them acknowledged. Will the authoress of “Foxey's Story"” kindly send her address? The story will be published, but cannot be credited with- out the postoffice address. Dear Editor: This is my first letter and 1 hope that you will publish it.” I was go- ing to write to you last week, but I for- ot it. T am § years old and { am in the hird grade. My teacher's name is Mrs. Stockwell. T like my teacher. My sister Charlotte 1s 15 years old. She is in the seventh grade. My brother Herbert is 3 Vears old. My father is taking The Call and I save the Boys' and Girls' page. I have saved it from the first of this year. I have a little dog named Dewey. Your friend, EDNA L. KAUFFUNG. Cloverdale, Cal. Dear Editor: I am a little girl 12 years and go to school and am In the " fifth %rude. Mr. C. Runkle is our teacher. here is no &chool this week on account My papa takes The Call and 1 like the Boys' and Girls’ page and I ltke to study the puzzles. I hope you will print this my first letter to The Call. Let e know if I got the right answer, and If so I will write again. Yours truly . GLADYS COFFIN. Dutch Flat, Cal. of measles. HOGGH 6 DAL & DO TS BOLOLIO SO & LN TONI L & UINOLHOLO M @ ¢ 3 UNCLE BEN’S STORY % & . OF FUN IN SCHOOL HOTISLIOLIOTIS 1 SLLSTIOLS & LILISL SIS SO LIOL SLISHGVIOLN & LOVNOS S roLro 0l WILL never forget,” sald Uncle Ben, “one funny half hour when I was a school boy. The principal was fond of music and fond of showing off his pupils. At the end of the term he’d have all the children gather in one big room and sing and speak pieces, and then he would give out prizes. All the people in the district came. My sister Rose was a fine organ player. She was there this day and she had a fine organ piece to play and sing. It was ‘Behold the Flower. “Before school opened Ned Cart- wright and I were at work in the exhi- bition room tacking up wreaths and streamers of red, white and blue. I e y i noticed that Ned chuckled several times while we were at work, but I did not think much about it. I was only anxlous for the exercises to begin, for I was proud of sister Rose’s muslc. “Every one was there when school took in. The principal, proud as a peacock, had on his best clothes and his exhibition day smile and manners and his shoes were as shiny as looking glasses. Every one coughed and said ‘hem,’ and the principal rang a bell and we all came marching in, two by two, to take our places. I had a place near the organ. In fact, I had to pump the bellows to keep the pipes full of ‘wind. “‘We will begin the exercises,’ said the principal gally, ‘with the song “Be- hold the Flower,” by Miss Rose, who will accompany the song with music on the pipe organ.’ “There was some applause as Rose took her seat. I slid around back of the organ and, gently pumped the organ bellows full. Rose played a few chords and then began to sing ‘Behold" the Flower.’ “Suddenly I heard some one snicker. .Then there was a titter, and another and another, and then some one laughed. Directly all the visitors were laughing the hardest possible. I dropped the organ bellows handle, for Rose had stopped playing and singing and was sobbing on the organ seat. “No marvel. Her new blue silk dress was covered with some white substance and her face was plastered with white. ‘What did it all mean? I ran to Rose and asked her if she was hurt. The people were still laughing and the prin- cipal was raging like a lion. ““Who put the flour in the organ?’ he shouted. ‘Ben, you were here before school—did you do it?’ “‘No, sir.” “*“Who was here with you?’ “] now knew what Ned Cartwright had been chuckling about. ‘Behold the Flower!'—so read the programme. Be- hold! Flour had been put in the organ tubes by Ned, and when I pumped the wind into the organ the flour all blew E out. The school district committee who sat in the front row were all white. I looked at them and then joined every one there, excepting sister Rose and the district committee—they all looked solemn enough—in a good laugh, so-I could not answer the principal. “Ned was not such a bad boy—only full of mischief., He and sister Rose had joked each other, and he had fiz- ured it out that it would be a great joke to flour the organ. “‘1 did it, teacher,’ he now said, standing up in his place. ‘Ben was here, but he did not know anything about it. I did it for a joke and did not know that the joke would turn out so badly.’ “‘Very well,’ sald the principal, while a look of anger darkened his smile, ‘we will further test your ability to enjoy a practical joke after the exhibition. Take your seat, Edward.” ster Rose was coaxed to finish the . which she did after T had pumped all the flour from the ergan. But how . she blushed when the boys sang the next selection, as they stood in front of her and looked at her mischievously. No wonder, for they sang ‘My Pretty White Rose.'! My, but didn’t Ned get a thrashing when school was out! That was April first. Ned was the worst fooled of any one. BOGON & DGO GONS X SVOTS BOTOLO UL S HOLOL & DOV OLISLIS SO0 Y In these energetic go-ahead days we are continually_hearing of some new and curlous way of making money, but tho following method is, perhaps, as ingenfous as any previously devised: A litfle boy entered a surgery the other day when the village doctor was in attendance, and, whispered, cau- marching up to him, tiously: “Pléase, sir, mother sent me to say as how Lizzle's got scarlatina awful bad! and, please, mother wants to know how much yowll give her to spread it all over the village? '—Tit-Bits. LROLEOLN © POQON & YLD LODU U S OOV S UOLISVISVS LTV O 1Y Like a drift of faded blossoms Caudht in a slanting rain, His fingers glimpsed down the strinds of his harp In a tremulous refrain. Patter and tinkle, and drip, and drip! Ah ! but the chords were rainy sweet! And I closed my eyes and I bit my lip, “As he played there in the street. Patter, and drip, and tinkle ! And there was the little bed In the corner of the darret, And the rafters overhead ! And there was the little window— Tinkle, and drip, and drip/ The rain above, and a mother’s love, And God’s companionship. —dJames Whitcomb Riley.