The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, June 4, 1899, Page 31

THE SAN FRANCISCO CALL, SUNDAY. JUNE 4, 1899. 31 L ARAASARAS R At nhihesd S S e R R R o e e e e O R e R R R N T S R S R S SRR S SR R e b 2t R R o o B I R R S R e R A R R RS ) g e + T N e + > i lr‘;‘i‘%‘,‘!""[fl*‘,“f 3 TR e f + + ) ”u\‘\\:, 7 + £ ) % 2 + + + + + > + + + + + R4 + + + > + + - + + + o “+ +* - + + + > - * + + ‘ = 3 = ’ + e R R R R e O i R iR I T R SR SR R S SR S S N R O R R R R R O O S S S I S R P T TR HOP 'OREAKS A COASVING RECORD RS BT RS o e nin e T et e o Batecl (hai WeSietistististietististiotiotioriom NATURE'S RED ROSES WERE COAXED AND SURPRISES TWO BAD WHITE BOYS and a passing man saw Sing Hop speed- could stand such a shock and come out % ing on with the fury of a cyclone. Then as good as new. Sing Hop acts like a - came a collision. Another bark was battering ram. A Chinese laundry- S EHOBAS AL o loth 3 > % % : wrecked—that is, the coaster hit the man’s horse that sees this part of the G osiE fi,‘;\m‘.‘ old. He goes ow,” said Frank to Tim, exult- cur dog and threw it into the alr with scene runs away in fright: The cur Bnie «i‘ 0C tlflvl- insome __ such force that it turned half a dozen dog thinks that Sing is after him again ay m‘l_‘»\qu um"«\m‘-m'lfi’ answered Tim In a hoarse somersaults before it struck on its feet. and fiees with his tail between his legs, { little Frax who is full i Then the coaster made a sudden curve howling dismally. un, but does not care so much what a cry little Sing Hop and ran right In the direction of the _ You may not believe it, but Sing Hop idy as he ought. Frank knows set up when he started down the grade p; ng man. broke through the side of the barrel, ibout what is going on in San alone! In less than half a m Biff! Crash! The passer is down! which was nearly empty. There were an is known by half the His hat is tossed in the air. His teeth just enough old cabbage leaves in the Among his possessions is a are jarred. He can hardly realize what bottom of the barrel to save his life by TO BLOOM UPON A CHILD'S PALE CHEEKS ROLL OF HONOR. OBERT EDWIN AN- DERSON, 3726 Twenty- fourth street, San Fran- cisco; Stewart 1. Kendall, 1076 Fourteenth street, Oakland; Harry Smith, 120 Fell street, San Francisco; Frankie Goowey, 300 Page e T was a fine summer morning and the old farmhouse looked beautiful, with the honeysuckles climbing up on the kitchen window The roosters were crowing and the hens were clucking in the farm yerd. The good old house cat lay stretched out on the front porch in the sunshine. The growing grain and the flowers waved gently to and fro in the soft wind. In a big hospital, in a large, hot city a little girl lay on a white cot. She was sick, but the doctor said that if she could go into the country, and get out among the hay and flowers, and take long country driv she would get well and color would come back to her cheeks. Her parents were poor. They had which he mac with the has happened to him. furniching a soft cushion for him to street, San Francisco; Anita barely enough to keep her in the hospital. If she should go alone to the country : fferty. out of the hoarc “Go it, China!” yells Tim from above. strike upon. Robledo, 1501 Scott street, San she would be among strangers. So it seemed that she would not get the change King box 3 round Frank also lends his yell of encourage- ‘“He’s killed!” yells Tim in horror. Francisco; Nivene Coffin, that she needed. A giafneipiciad 0o and Ueed fox ment. ure!” is the fearful answer of Dutch Flat, Cal; T. Francis One day a farmer and his wife came to the city to sell butter. They owned a nice farmhouse. When they had sold their butter they I am sorry to tell what happened Frank. and there saw this little girl. She was asleep, but they then, but I must. There was an ash The two white boys ran to a place of went to the hospital uld see that she was O’Connor, 1602 Eddy street, ith the speed of & = . e San Francisco; Ada Haydel, te hold it barrel in the street into which the hiding, thinking that they already hear 2 ; C g pretty, and both fancied her and asked the doctor about her. The farmer went back hich he the policeman on the beat chasing after 1730 Ninth avenue, East Oak- to see her mother while his wife remained in the hospital to await his return. . front of the wheel them. land; Edna Collins, 1835 F The farmer was surprised when he visited the mother's house to see how 1 his strength—when Sing Hop managed to get out of the street, Fresno; Russell P. Fitz- neat it was. He had been told that the mother was poor and he had expected to i slower than lightning barrel. A Chinese laundryman, after gerald, 420 Monterey street, Va- find the house dirty. He had another surprise when he saw the mother. She T and Tim Rafferty ) the Ch was a nice little woman. She had no fine clothes, but her dress was neat. She said “Come in!” in a pleasant voice and took the farmer into the parlor and asked him to sit down. He told her why he had come and talked a long time with the mother. Meanwhile the doctor and the farmer’s wife talked at the hospital and Ethel awoke and looked around. She had just said that she would like to go to the country when her mother and the farmer came in. Ethel was told that she could go, and soon she was in the surrey and on her way to the farm. They had he had caught his runaway horse, came to his rescue. Sing Hon had a ride ry wagon. He no more cares to play with the two 8 *+ o + Ed + bd * Bl * b5 4+ B4 + 5 * b 3 by Fd ° B + B4 * . llejo; Edna Horn, 20 Hampton place, San Francisco; Emile Louis, 113 Valley street, San Francisco; Nellie Maguire, 160: Dolores street, San Francisco; Ella Gianotti, 760 San Jose avenue, San Francisco; May eReRLINE RN * RS RSN ENENRNIRNIRIRNe R % b so well to celeb ¥ when that +%e ‘ they Riley, 2 Pierce strect, 8 & pleasant ride and a pleasant talk. Pretty s.on they came to the farm. FEthel / San Francisco; Hazel Mont- & Was given a nice room and when she was ready she had dinner. ; gomery, 1219 Golden Gate § Ethel has been on the farm now about a year. She does not look like the : e G Foancioco. Apnee & eirl who was sick in the hospital. Her parents will soon move to the country. 2 N ayenue, San Brancisco; Agnes e ipe| wears a little white pinafore sometimes. She looks v nice. Cullnan, 1730 Church street, San Francisco; Eunice Henry, 1926 Market street, San Fran- Among the toys that Christmas brought her was a box of paints. She thought that she would paint a rose red. She did this very well. That night, as Dame Nature was looking over the flowers, she noticed that the painted rose I\ vited him to ‘“,‘".-“ th y on the Pa- cise Isabelle Wilkie, 433 looked very pretty. The next morning Ethel found that there were red roses o i have some fiic C A s Oak street, San Francisco; where there had been only white roses before. Ethel thinks that Dame Nature e = Pt e D el Wallts etteet heard her wish that there might be more red roses and that Nature so painted them to make a little girl happy. Perhaps Nature did, for the new red roses are on Ethel's cheeks. BEATRICE SURRHYUE. Fort Bragg, Cal. San Francisco; Nellie Oster, 211 Shotwell street, San Fran- cisco; Mabel Cohn, Folsom, Annie Fitzgerald, Gilro; nily Houston, 52 Silver street, San Francisco; Elmo Bennett, Gilroy; George Mal- colm Campbell, Gilroy; W. Earle Wohler, Salinas. His flight that he reached the hill in school and 1 it all their own : Hop v er had suddenly turned. Sing Hop the coaster had a that barrel. At any in the path. An- and the coaster has he b M + 2 k4 4 @ + b L5 b * 2 * ed Frank Kelly and Tim 4009200 0%0% e NeNINIRN NGRS N eReNeNe 181y + a bad day for the g. The Then, for the first Hotietiotiotiene e NeReRe%or oM coaster ran as if to coast recor ealit oot 3 o :,‘ @ T e Sy Hop. felt m',.l h 1,‘-‘” ]'r(h“ Resiers house, and have been taking It for vears. i < Wi f When Sunday morning comes I am the wind sweep his f it were a 1 rocket. ill it neve white boys, Wiens Sunday morniueiomssi T am the specd Hop rises even faste to hookey since. They say that anxious to see the Boys' and Girl [.:‘K“ collectic 1 " Pag enly. Head first he strikes they cured him of the bad habit. T"am alittle girl, with brown « 3 i vellow 20 to the Burnett School = === ind T love my teacher dearly. Her name | 6 o N . {s Miss Eva Hanford. Hoping you w dollu et Croiclooicl Dir: i Tiuxmay gam i s Jeoy publish this in next Sunday's Call, as this heme 7 were qih Sree is my first attempt. 1 remain, 1.; Druzie Dwyer, i Francisco Able an dle ghteenth avenue SRT - < table ran L Syenu BERTHA WIDM vhouse to call her to sup- neisco: wom Bither, ThEO- 1717 mighteenth avenue, South San Fran- great su - the play- ; Edna Prosek, clsco. = 3 is > was all in confus but no lit- n Francisco; Fdith % St girl was to be seen. She ran from Boenne: § At o Detr Daitor: I sy Mo n to room calling her. Recelving no Tpralta Cobney s b Gl B e e Taard OM. 1A Eetta and Mariory, fex, 8 itiracd Antl Anise BUE, B B Edoelaco. Kady, a very smart boy In school, and Ed " Held by the rainy weather husband and son by running sud- Dear Editor: This is my first letter to Schmidt, also a good boy. [ am not so Three prisoners fast, make up at ly inte the dining-room. The Call. 1 am in the fourth grade and I good as those two boys. Edward Kady last i hat the matter?” they asked. go to the Garfield School. I am eignt is learning to be a butcher and Edward _Tho ]ul.l.PSt Rarr:m“ 0?0 er, s I years old hmidt a coffee dealer, and my f a For th pose as ll\lljg pictures’ Oh, T can’'t find Tessie anywhere,” In the nurse v corner, ng er's name is Miss Bradley fruit dealer. I help my father St-C she answered. “I'm afraid she has gone : TR rturdays. 1 go to Sunday school on It's either a stage or a circus cage pond and been drowned, or some- : = 5 — Sunday. Well, 1 hope to see this in next Or a werd with fairies straying. ng else. Oh , dear!” Drawing by Joe Niderost, Aged 4. s Call. WILLIE ROUSE. - juldn’t have gone,” Oakland, Cal. So Retta emiles as Beauty sweet, Will plan here "twill she o R - 5 3 ‘hile Tom. the . quite gravely b A e - Wiy Ao >oRiiinG Dear Editor: T am a little girl 5 vears 1l . WIth o mishty: nuk audla NOIT il vas “Rouse fol P vou ents - 8 anc months old. W e 6 years old i Makes love and faces bravely. Bo gn P your tents, Then Mrs. Murray told how badly the 30th of May. I go to Marshall Pri- E Bt voranst il s Fideboara ssie had felt when she was refused. mary School. Am in the second grade. for With a yellow turban nodding, idie assured his mother that he had Miss Fairchild is _my teacher. My And bluing streaks on his rosy cheeks From whiskers of cotton wadding. mamma has taken The Chll for many vears and we like 1t very much and I read the children’s letters every Sunday = . morning. 1 would like to see this print- Then the wonderful lion tamer, 5 P e e Where chairs kept safe each growling 2 (BT, N And savage beast—I know at least nct seen Tessie at all at the pond. Mrs. Murray suggested forming a rch but her husband said ch the house first. So, The tree That daylight *tting supper and all else but their ETHEL MAYER SHEPARD. 2 3 ast And all his men de ngl dear Tessie, they went from room to 1921 Mission street, San Francisco. S S S s e Bavyee Goenen Toom. looking, in tevery eornec end 7 With & tennis racket, tapping plevice calling Welh Coazslons pbien Dear Editor: This ig the first letter I Each furry head till théy begged, instead, listening for a reply. Just as they were have written you. so I hope you will print She’'d feed and leave them napping. it. I go to school and I am in the fourth grade. I am 12 vears old. We only have two more weeks of school. My teacher's name is Miss M. E. Norton. I have a pony and trap that I drive. I have a lit- tle baby pigeon. It is only a few days old. 1 live in Rocklin and come down to San Francisco in the summar time. I like to read the Boys' and GIrls’ page very much. BEATRICE WHITNEY, Rocklin, Cal. one of the bedrooms upstairs the air. It was Tessie's Voice and it came from the spare room. What could have happened? Filled with the greatest anxiety, and hurrying lest a moment lost should prove fatal, they reached the door and threw it open. A little figure sprang from the floor. ‘Oh, mamma!” it cried, rushing into Then up in a big clothes basket On the high sea’s Drifts fair Elaine, Soon swamped in sofa pillow: Next, Indian Pocahontas In beads and feathers mainly, Poor Smith to save from Tom, who gave His “hatchet act” too plainly. — But the great parade of the circus Mrs. Murray’'s arms. “I've had the aw- Dear Editor: T am a little girl 10 years Is the funniest thing, for walking fullest dream!” Mamma clasped her — b s A 81(1].] II hkf{l lnn “g"c(; lhhen l;uzzl{r\s in '&r}.- Iljr;‘:«:j;‘:!fi):“g‘ ('h‘f‘”:‘n“ ’\l:zl)lrnng, et to her breas i s all. I will now close, ng to s sven ta ; pet to her breast with a silent but for a good many years. T am very much pubiished next Sunday, 1 remain. yous Why, you'd think a_dozen monkeys heartfelt prayer of thanksgiving. Tes- interested in the Boys' and GIrl®' Pags fiitle reader, NELLIE OSTER. Some show were kindly lending; sle told them how she had gone up to and like to guess the puzzles. I wish 10 " 211 Shotwell street, San Francisc But it's Tom, you see, and Marjory this room to cry and had cried herself S¢e my letter published. 1 have a sister 2 s And Retta “Just pretending. sleen. She dreamed that she had #0d her name is Zaidee. I remain, your s NYRTLE MARSH ™ Dear Editor: My papa has taken The disobeyed mamma and had gone down ' Teader, - MYRTLE MARSH. call for several years and T take Ereat SRR 7 e e weT to the pond. There she had a fine time 7 ; ; pleasure In reading the Boys' and Girls' citles and mountains quickly. T am 9% April 4, 188, Officers were elected, and skating. Dear Editor: Iam a little boy six and page. I live in the country and go to vears old and I live at blb R Street, Fres: they afe: Ednn e nercidoecrheand 4 a sudden every one disappeareq half years old, and my mamma has school with a pony and cart. I am 10 ho, but we are staying hers In Mariposa Vander. vice neesiaunt s Smnac G ort and she was left alone on the pond. i My ey flscaturer o1 R et RGN ISaaahasannststnaansss e n s AR SRR S SRE R AR E SRS S et Bt T ran off the ice,’and immediately the : b e i AW S NDY pond became a great giant. “You have e disobeyed your mother,” it gaid, “and Will two writers furnish thelr ad- you must he punished.” o i esses? One is the author of the sto entitled “The Enchanted Lake”; the (\lh‘tx “So, mamma,” added Tessie, when e % she had finished her story, “he was wrote _Foxe The authors’ failed to coming tc eat me when I yelled and place their names on their manuscripts. woke up. Oh, T am so glad I didn't disobey you and go to the pond.” 0 am I, dear. I hope you never will, for a bad end always comes to a child who is disobedient. NELL J. King! O, King! the tree is dead!” 1608 Castro street, LIE BURNS. THE TALK OF THE TREES. THINK,” said Little Nell, “that everything that lives has a lan- guage of its own—even the flowers and the trees, and now if you will listen I will tell you a short story about some proud young, jealous trees. sent ue food and water to drink “'Q. ading tree!” Cried they in lond .alarm: v pitched their tents, ‘hat evil spiri ione this— —_— t wept Hath done the m? nk most heartily, The King bethe sin was his, PUZZLERS AND WRITERS. ‘“‘Away off In the country there is a en ,1‘,‘;\ slept. . Anx" 2 \w‘m c from the lrn]r; 2 5,07 group of trees, and this is what they <ing awoke, *“God placed me here for man and beast— said to a po -dow n But “,;‘ for such as y NE of the puzzles presented this tree-t a poor old broken-down hollow ve no such tree = They left the spot; morning was designed by o e v e v n all my ast domair And on, bevond ti e R Ipfinle“"kf‘f If only a woodman would come “I'll have it torn up, root and branch, Then from the tree the ge sprung : S 7 along and take you homely old shriv- Pulsifer of South Vallejo—and it is numbered 2. When you have = — —————— guessed the answer try to do as well. Perhaps you can. There was more fun than a little last week when the an- s to puzzle No. 7 were looked over. Many children found that the answer 3 tomato—(Tom-ate-o)—but there others who found that the an- E: r was tcm-ate-o and letters (let- tuce) and tomato and catsup. These ingenious children ought to be consid- ered as doubly honorary and would be edited if there were any way to Hiaento omm Uk aoot i S T eled up thing away! You are really disgusting.” “But little thought these hateful young trees what a help this old dis- gusting thing as they called it would some day be to any one. Days and weeks passed by in the same dismal way for this old hollow tree. “‘But one dark dreary night a little wandering child came by shivering with the cold. She looked up at these tall jealous trees and said to herself, ‘What ugly straight trees these are.’ W N T o THE ICE POND GIANT Eddie to the pond. My cold is all well, now, .and I'll be back in about an hour WHO SCARED TESSIE ;0" Do let me go,” she pleaded. ¢ Mrs. Murray realized how ‘her little T had been freezing hard for the daughter longed to go and she felt past f day nd the great pond sorry for her. But if she allowed her in Colville was 4'H;" T"<l| \\‘élh lf"". darling to go out into the cold it might A s ing this exceptionally fine for cause her death. Tessie was told ating. Of course all the boys this, but still she thought it “me PZA@VEJ IR #irls took advantage of this op- and felt tempted to go out any unity and for quite a distance - when her mother n't looking, indicate the fact in the Roll of Honor: GM”F@@M/]A “Then finally she glanced around and pond could be heard merry Murray kept on sewing and didn’t no- l;uz‘fl o toh ok oionkile R(‘;’I &l saw the old tree and said, ‘Oh, what a ' + d laughter and the shouts of the tice her little girl. may be seen by the comparativelysmall @4+ ++ 4+ 4+ 4+ 4+ 4+ ++ 4444444+ 4444444444443 04 444444444444 44440 loyely tree,’ and then she ran to it for T DR R R R R R SR R B R e R R R AR AR R T SR SR S SR SR IS D R R R R R R A e R R R ok SR oR SRR SR AR SRS SRR SR Little ssie Murray heard Five o'clock ‘eame, and she went to Follea e = 4 shelter. . sounds and longed to join in the kitchen to see about supper, She ool S = “g‘s“dfffi to the ;.. the Boys' and Girls' Page in your years old; am in the fifth grade and my because pava is sick here. I am in the “The young trees were so jealous n didn’t bother about Tessie, as the child s appearing last Sunday morn- §unday Call to me for three vears. I teacher's name is Miss Soule, and I like fifth grade. Your Sunday reader, afterward that they never said any- Mamma dear, please let me go with generally went off and played with her Nectarine, cookies, have enjoyed the stories about “Prince I her very much. This is my first letter MERLE GOU (VHLR. Mariposa, Cal. thing to the old tree again.” dumplin bologna, sugar, to- Don’t Care’ so much and begged my to you and I hope to see it printed in next i i 5 amma to write you for me, asking if Sunday's Call. Your httle reader, Dear Editor: I will write to tell you BEATRICE WELDON, R RS R R R LR TS e Sone Rotnamed in the pug; IO Would not pHnt s some thore of the > ° MARY LOUISE WILLIAMS, about the club which was organized on Grass Valley. es before. The towers are getting few 2aycntures of tho fearless Tittle FPrircsy Maoka Cal R R R TR T P NI R T S S S A USSP Leedle Shopny With Plue Eyes, Who Makes Lots of Vork. #c% e lable for puzzle making. join me in this request. 1 hope you will Dear Editor: I live in Berkeley and I NS L But ther e are many familiar objects, print my letter. RAYMOND SMITH. g0 to the convent school. ‘We take The The History of the Father of His Country Made Trouble. ight und t Und I valks hi 1t der f and these will let us keep right along Modesto, Cal. §1‘,“} every S‘.’,m ,{ 1 re;:d the B;)k:‘;s' and T vas un a pright und sunny tay; nd T valks him mit der flure. vith the pictoria zzles 2 S 3irls’ page, but I cannot guess the puz- A vas a great pig pussie; Tl]-r 1r-rd|n!(mz'~ got lots ov teedth! ‘;,‘4‘_\: ‘,',”"“’d‘“”é‘"m:f,“fil’l‘);ja"ze ;l‘::)‘;\t Onl‘l;n;alfg:zn“ I}:l!:?E‘n(‘l)g(i;d',rshg:"(:e:ndfl::‘(:: z}.- x g\f father is nl:e ;uveg!nte‘r{dey;(t olr c dle ting it cumd tc der vay he eats der kKrout o v o % v 'Ses, the California Vigorit Powder Works. \¢ or whi > i ting mit lots 1 hope hell pe a ghreat pig man, story—very short, of course—in that calves.and o _great’ many am the poet of my family, and I send you (;Hxfi'wau',ngda‘,’&”}pfieffi%flg?&fi for whipped because George Washington s hair oupon its head, So pig und strong und stoudt. way some Sunday morning soon? ‘That . My papa takes The Call and here a little poem, as I hope to see my teacher a beok on the lifé of George The 1 i 1 i dow wnd le es Dese leedle tings are lots ov droubles, will be new. Look out for the pictorial it is a nice paper. The Boys and Girls' letter published in the Boys' and Girls' eacher a book on the : ¥ 5 8! e tree was soon choppe lown and 1 vas so tickled—ha Der makes us lots ov vork, . The usual list of our guess- DPage is the best of all. I have two sisters page. Your reader, Washington. - He read the book he went into the house and his father ¥ knew nix vot to du. Although I mit him vouldn't bart ers who deserve honorary mention, al- and seven brothers. T am 4 feet 81 inches THOMAS GALLAGHER, over until he- came to the part said: “Johnny, my boy, who cut down He's shust so vat as never Nor from mine dudty shirk. though not on the Roll of Honor this tall. -T am large for my age. Next time East Berkeley. where George Washington cut down papa’s cherry tree?” Johnny said: Ve ¢ him leedle Shony Und ven dis leedle von ghrows oup ok k“’ o £ I will write more. I hope my letter will === the cherry tree and never got whipped. “Father, I cut it down with my little Und all der tings he all I hope he'll be so funny week, is as be published, SO(gondvbs‘. Dear Editor—We see many papers, but g, johnny thought he would try and hatchet.” He allez doz so funny As ven he vas a lcedle po Anna Volkmann, 544 Castro street, San MARGARET R. THOMAS. . the Sunday Call is the best, because it has 00 TOAINS ARPHE L 18 D00 S8 SR HAIGIO, 00 (0iq the father, “thi Pye und pye he ghrew a leedle; God pless our lecdle Shonny, Francisco; Vestino Smith, 227 Montcalm Nevada County, Cal €0 much in § to amuse and teach children, Cut down his e th ~You did,” s ", en I ‘At night he'd 'gin to roar; MRS. M. L. SHENTON. street, San Francisco; Amy Robinson It is fun t@ work out the puzzles and it to himself when he went to get the will whip you.” So Johnny was fooled. My vife goes vild mit noise San Rafael. 1016 East Sixteenth street, East Oakiand; Dear Editor: We take The Call at our also teaches us tbe names of our towns, hatchet: “Of course I won't get MAMIE SANDY.