The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, June 25, 1899, Page 31

THE SAN FRANCISCO CALL, SUNDAY, JUNE 25, BICYELES of the that no you not say like J ey n TV upor ess that 1 s in a g : same s never baby there w rand vou will that joke an rd party; mused a he went on a blind umbled upon v some bf the fc 1s around 4 round her m all to no p small h s of the She r, very dif Iness of he two mou A child ittle one . 40+ @+ 04 04040404¢ BAZ At ¥ nt reluctance, h nd w t s T to view < WORK OF AL KINDS DONE wERE. WELP WANTED J 4 OW, if you will bear in mind that one of Nidderdinks rules will so jolly s he should take it to run away leader and cap & who stepped upon it vine that has myriad when the wort Land is oming she “Saucy who i Land is “don’t,” unde he v As no ¢ marche 1899, i 1 it 2sh th not broken any rule by It also true that if mind to try the Bullfrogs the of the frogs could nor tell him to stop wish to run aw was showe the ma front the 1 why d the black s 1 green coat t he Queen a redwood tree. of purple in No « tion n out try wt whom “Oh red with d el o laughe 1 i stoppe upo g with her pet ry stain on Aldar ir ner of felt sur untain elfs. But they fter all. Only o lived with g ¥ingia Shalf- 1ge, stling in one of of the Sierras. The was b from hewn timber forests which covered .pt_here and there n side, which had me terrible e little stream way quite near the was cold as cold from the land, exc with its wild- log cabin, all tem- liet. To d have n very lonely. t neigh- spot _were miles bors in this roo ay. To this little family it seemed The doctor—for such was the father of the children—had spe many ears in San neisco. At # ole from him the er battle on amid rushing people: ¢ , he slipped away to rest in yus mountains. It was his in- on to return to the city, but day 04 04040404040404 0404040404 + 40404040404040404 04040404 0404040404040404040404049 by ed, into d, lingered on. often trudged up till time grew linger gir o little AND TWO GIRLS WHO MAKE SOME GOOD PUZZLES o LHRBEOR G RORE OROXO HORGROXO# | Vallejo guessers of the week. Here are the Buena of those who guessed all but trying making page inter The puzzles pub- re nearly all the sting, ? First rate? vou will have to the puzzles They are as fishing, wading, climb mountains. Three |’ these sports. The Roll who were the succe tolls slla Glanotti, 760 San Jose avenue, San @ DEDIDOTITID S G DEGLUOD 006 SLHD 1 dren v with a bear )« ponded the Queen. L cake and are sick so ) with nas have mother and whe ver that is. n stu tood. down out of the sky; nd be und n ca 1 child who - the Queen ' as they mountains nearest their home. Cheche did it be- she loved the wonderful beauties of her surroundings; loved to look upon and then they call doctor: e them ont shopping and drag them are too tired to walk, and then shake 1ade to study all sorts of things and then are ex- ined within an inch of their lives by school teachers for promo- whate v houses, study stuffy books, but I think that their educations a one baby outside of Nidderdinks Land who can talk There isn’t one baby in your coun- nor is there one to e wades in the brook. has to hear some one say the Jongest that she had for me to tell her that the babies out- who fill the held out to me. wear shoes and e badly neglected, panions. nurse that came Land. white or blue “‘Blue!"” “Blue? trom?” “Why, the new baby. may be mistaken, had here before.” that Well, well, drowsily asked, “Oh, dear, what's the matter?” ‘Please, Ollie, just turn and look at thi said Cheche, “and T'll tell you something that has just come to me. A g\ happy all the time or only once in a\-hile? berry did not seem to trouble the Queen at all. frogs paid her for the mishap of Aldare. a brook near by and washed the stains from their clothes. curled up under a clump of wild flowers and went to sleep to get rested after his long jaunt. A pudgy little brown hand, which belonged to the Queen, was The Queen and I walked on, upon tiptoe, that we might not awaken Aldare, who smiled in his sleep. after the fashion of Nidderdinks Land, where all are friends and there are no quarrels, the Queen and I journeyed like boon com- around with a jerk, until it would s head—staring eyes and all to the door then. the Stork, grinning and happy over the latest baby in Nidderdinks The cozy Owl and the Stork were at once convu the one next one was white. all so fond of the Red, White “To tell you the trutk 11.\'{’.\»5 are getting a little poor, perhaps, and so I hut The fun “Let's go and see if any new babies came into Nidderdinks Land last night,”” proposed the Queen. The nursery in Nidderdinks Land is a queer place. I it is a cave, with a real roof of rock and stone walls, and with a big front door having a went up to the front door and rang the bell. door was suddenly opened and the funniest looking nurse that you can think of stood before us. Did you ever see a coz shiny bress bell knob on it. Tinkle, white strings over its funny little head, sitting on a fence winking and blinking at the sun—now gravely looking straight ahead into space, and now, upon hearing your footfalls, straight off ? Close behind the “What is the color of the new baby?” asked the Queen. The loss of her black- The frogs went to play in Hand in hand, Sure enough The Queen tinkle. owl with a white cap, tied with broad, turning its head em that it must twist its funny Such was the Nidderdink nur sed with fun. Little Queen, where did you ever get such a funny idea ORI | G e N Land. “No, I have been too busy in from China and the funn has just arrived from the F had from the gr ‘“No, indeec Aldar the cup with stained fing were placed. that were wrinkled white marks: “Ho, a wonder!” said the All the Nidderdinks babie by their curic baby was not white boy, water. Into “new” bird coming home to Nidderdinks Land = from Ethiopia. “They have fathers and side of Nidderdinks Land have fine times at Fourth of July and at “Hi, Aspen Lea candy and then wonder Christmas. She silenced me by asking whether I would rather be me hav the Stork goe that the Stork will mistake A little v app out of view from the high that they migi Meanwhile oth with the Aldare Stork. ¢ bear cubs as black as this baby ' Pepperknell had then whispered excitedly. to sleep and tell me for the baby d with one hundred companions. t not be see fairies had stained Pepperknell’s skin with black- little baby that this world has ever seen—in or out of Nidderdinks “Have you given him a bath yet?” with the yellow baby that was brought little girl with the towsled hair who ilippine Islands.” “Well, that b baby is too blac He is either worse or better than a blackberry. Dear Aldare’— Aldare had just come along, having finished his nap very soon—‘"was the blackberry that you made a cup of leaves and ran to the brookside and filled the Upon the face of the “new” Where his fingers rubbed ac suddenly one for each finger on limpid water went his fat, berry- black baby his fingers s the black velvet cheeks, mischievous grins, were tell-tale Aldare’s hand. merry Aldare. by >s who had been brought around there took part in the “lark” that followed baby S who was very small for his merry four years. followed the Stork on one of his journeys and had seen the great The ‘“new" Pepperknell, a little He had at all, but w with a little black baby et some fun with the Stork. Take the black baby away when me where T n blacken myself so They kept They traveled the same road, but flew The rail, e stood “Red, berry juice and had put a polish upon him with the leaves of the black walnut. Now “Hi, there, look sharp!” that came two weeks ago was red. Then the In a jiffy the b I thought that the next must be blue—we are, he still is. In a jiffy Peppe nd Blue, you know." All _this became said the cozy Owl, “I am puzzled about Pepperknell turning to white the new baby looks like one that “And has fooled the Stork into bringing it here the second time! is a prank baby and I am proud of it. 8o the cozy Owl went to a litle crib and took up the blackest peick=gcial e et e et s et o TR Y that is worthy of a Let me sec true the baby at once. in the moonlight. Something in her manner startled her little companion and the sleepy blue eyes opened widei “Just see how yonder moonlight sheds loveliness over our great, rugged moun- Ot+++ 4444444244444 443444444444344443 4443444444444 4440 o . 2 R R R R R R R R R R R R R I R SR SR AR AR A S AR 2. 4. CALIFORNIA 4 (e ¥4 N\ e, R R e R s W44+ 4444444444444 44 444444444444 4444444444404 44444440 the narrow sunshiny valley on one side and the tall, towering peaks, hard, bare and forbidding. capped in eternal snow, on the other. Ollie went for the fun of running down again with Biz—the small white dog—at her heels, she laughing and he yelping. It would be hard to describe Cheche- she was the birth of years. The Trav eler when watching her from the dis- tance felt her peculiar charm, but like all others, could not understand whence it came. Her mountain home was to her an ever-varying delight and won- der, and she longed to write the poetr it expressed. “Indeed, when I am big, e would say, “I shall write of all this beauty.” Cheche was truly a child of nature. Those nights that t»~» moonlight streamed into her room she would lay awake watching it and most fanciful thoughts erept into her busy mind. Her eyes never left it until from these mus- in she fell asleen Her window looked out upon a bit of landscape, and she could see it from her bed. Wrapped in the silvery light it was exquisite. How could the poetic child help but revel in its beauty? One night, after gazing in rapturous wonderment at the picture before her, she turned to Ollie, who was sweetly and charmingly oblivious to every- thing. “Ollie! Ollie!” she called, giving her sister a little shake. After a hard struggle Ollie, yet but half awake, Francisco: Annie Fitzgerald, Gllroy; Bet- tie Hartell. Belmont; Anita Lagomarsini 8 Elliott Park, San Francisco; L. How : Stockton; stro t Norman Hayden, 1730 Ninth Oakland; Hazel Montgom- [, iden Gate avenue, San Fran- ; Lottie Golden, 1158 Golden Gate avenue, San Francisco; Herbert Merrill, Are you listening, Ollie?" for a reply. peacefully slumbering cherub. had fallen to sleep again. “Dear sister, you must hear, you must see,” sajd Cheche, reawakening Ollie. Then, jumping from her bed, she went to the window, where she stood a small, white figure, wrapped Ct++++4444444+4440 ROLL OF HONOR. LADYS WARREN, Va- llejo; Julia A. Lee, San Francisco; Pattie Chick- ering, Oakland; Rich- ard Manwaring, Santa Rosa; Katy Sullivan, San Francisco: Frank L. Morton, Los Angeles; Etta Wilder, Qakland; Tom Salzberger, San Francisco; Mary Fitch, Santa Barbara; Minnie S. Pruett, Oakland; Charlie Bassett, Oak- land; Elizabeth O’'Dea, San Francisco; Catherine Cook, Alameda; Georgie Eldridge, San Francisco: Charles Gor- don, East Berkeley: Lillie Pat- terson, San Francisco; William She stopped There was beside her a Ollie AR b dh gl g R AR R A o o R S R o R R R R R o Deasy, San Francisco; Manuel Garza, Temescal; Frank O'Brien, Sacramento; Edith + Lawton, Sacramento. G++4++444444444440 405 Fast BEleventh street, East Oakland. D R R R R R R R R R R R TR SRR SRR Dear Editor: This Is my first letter to vou and 1 hope to see it published in next Sunday's Call. 1 am a_little girl who enjoys reading the Boys' and Girls' Page. I am geing to Denver soon. I have be there before and I don't like it a bit. San tains! How it steals in and out among the trees, as if it was afraid it was in- truding upon that deep solitude! How I love it! It looks so soft and beaut ful and has such gentle, gracious ways. Oh, you big, round moon!" said she. stretching out her little arms, “if you would only take me nearer and, just once, let me touch your pure white- ness. She hesitated contemplatively and then continued: “I woke you so as to tell what hap- pened as I lay thinking there,” pointing to the bed. “Something whispered in my ear, murmuring thus: ‘I am a lit- tle moonbeam fairy, and night is the time 1 work and play. Some say I'm really good for nothing, and it makes me very, very sad to hear it. I want every one to love me, as 1 khow you do. I've peeked in at your window often and you've always greeted me so sweetly.’ “'I feel quite sad and pensive to- nignt, but, little girl, I must leave you now. Be sure you Keep me in your heart and cherish me fondly there. Tell those who complain of my wandering, nocturnal habits to love me, because I ;m]ls" struggle to be good and beauti- a2 41t silen She stood a moment dreamily and then spoke softly. “How beautiful! fairy!” She clasped her little hands in tender joy and turned to her sister. But Ollie —Ollie had just gone to sleep again. Cheche’s tale she could not understand. At last, wearily and drowsily, her sunny head sank flnto her pillow and vas gone. I called, but all was Dear moonbeam Vidderdinks babies had dragged him. il “Peep, pe-e-e- It was “Ha, ha, ha, h “Come, (To SR e R e R n S S a TS a ke the prosaic little soul slumbered. Cheche was disappointed, but did not awaken her s this time. The ex- citement of experience had tired the little body and mind, and returning to her bed, she, too, was soon fast asleep. It must have heen a sad —oonbeam fairy that one night sought Cheche's window and could not enter. A dark green shade barred its way. It was doubtless sorely troubled at this exclu . hahahahahahahahahaha.’ said the joyous Queen of the Nidderdinks to me. us go on and see what else has happened in Nidderdinks Land. the Stork put the black baby down and had gone to sleep under a shady t e. aid Pepperknell. ck baby was whisked away to Fairyland—where knell took the black baby’s place. known to the shame-faced Stork when he saw in the brook, to which the Nidderdinks the linnet who spoke. So laughed a bobolink. “Let be continued.) GO TRVIVSDY o Peliede He e @ slon and lingered as long as it might, most mournfully. It waited until its hours of work were over and then faded aw; s in nature it must. How was it to know that the little girl who loved it was that night fading away Jjust as softly and beautifully as itself? But it was not even allowed to say “Cheche, dear little frien? good-by. Next night it did most surely weep. The ugly dark green shade was up and the little bed empty. o ttinger. e NE. two, three, four! Then I'll push you twenty more, And s you up, oh, up so high! ve’ll “let the old cat die. sturdy little lad, t runs o free and glad, on his head d cheeks so red Through swaying branches bending low, 0 The summer sunbeams come and go, As back and forth the swing goes high, Where Nell and Tom “let the old cat die.” curls of brown, p and down; the ror hold fast, s higher than the last. And Nellie sings in y > deli - Her roguish blue eves sparkle bright, ‘While Tommy pushes her so high + 04040404040 4040404040404 0404040404040404 0404 0404040404040404040404040404040+4040 + 4 + ©@+04040404040404040404040404040404040404 04040404041 Before he “let’s the old cat die.” “Twenty-one, and two, and three, four! Now that’s the last push, Nell, no more, and And when the old cat" You'll s dead, you see, off, Nell, and then swing jump v lies on the grass up smiling at the lass With tangled ct and dimpled cheeks, s she slow and softly speak £ now, Tommy and then y ad High in the swing, and you can peep Right into the nest where those birdies slee So, Tommy swings, and the bright-faced lass Runs lightly o'er the soft green grass, Pushes her playmate as high as the sky. Then sits down to watch *the old cat die The hees and the hirds join in their play, ©+040404040404040404040404040404040404040404040404@ + o+ - W s A e 04040404040 4040404040404040404040+0 4040 @40 404040404040404040404040404 04040404040 Under the elms this bright June day, While the sunny hours of day go by, As they swing and watch ‘“‘the old cat die. Francisco is much nicer. A dear friead has promised to send me The Sunday Call every week while I am awa: I hope she will not forget her promise, as I would SRIQOQ © L VUOVOTOOOVOD 0O 0 - SUSLOLVATINHT & T SVSLOVOTOTOT SO VO NPILON & O VSN OUINIGOTE hate to miss the paper even once. Y faithful. reader, JULIA A. LEE Dear Editor: Friday, June 16, 1599, was CHDBEHOGG © OGOTIGILIATQ Here is a pleasing vision of the fantastic and queer people and the strange scenes and happenings of Fairyland as they appeared to Kathryn Frierson in a vacation dream. AM sitting by the fireside, With my chin upon my hand, And in the glowing embers 1 see a Fairy land. are amber, s are paved with gold, n that magic city he people ne'er grow old. Tted Riding Hood and Puss-in-Boots Are walking side by side; Behind them comes Prince Charming With fair Snow White, his bride. Fatima with her key of gold, Cinderella_with her_shoe Chat gaily with old Blue Beard grim And the Wicked Sisters, too. Sleeping Beauty with the Fairy Good And the Prince who broke the spell. Are asked by all who pass them by The wondrous tale to tell. Aladdin and his lamp 1 see And sweet Badroulbadour, The Caliph, Haroun Al Raschid, And his faithful slave, Mesrour. All Baba and Morgana ‘With the Forty Thieves are there And the scimiters, like jewels bright, * _Flash in the sunlit air. Sinbad I see and many more From the dim ‘“Arabian Nights,” Rescued from Genli, flerce and grim, And other woeful plights. As these dear friends of my childhood Go flitting swiftly by, I rise to speak unto them And bid them not to fly. When suddenly the light fades out, The fairies di The Magic City shes And all is dark and drear. The fire is out, the coals are black That did a vision seem, I realize, with half a sigh, ‘Twas nothing but a dream. the last day of school. I was honorary from the nd to the third grade. I am a little boy S vears old. I tried to guess the puzzles, but I think they are too hard Your little friend, HENRY W. GIANOTTL 760 San Jose avenue. Dear Editor: This s my first letter to The Call and 1 would like to see it pub- lished. 1 ng the Boys' and s’ Pz guessing the puzales every Sund g0 to Fairmount Pri- mary Schoc promoted from the sixth to the sevi grade. My teacher's name_ is Miss Fitzgerald. T am 12 years old. 1 remain your little reader, ILLIE T. GIANOTTL %60 San Jose avenue, San Francisco.