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Manawatu Herald, 14 July 1898, Page 4

A HOUSE GAME. "Lft Brosse," a Near Relative of "Hunt the Slipper," but Not So Boisterous. It is pleasar* +o spend a winter evening amusing and being amusuu, uui< how uvo wo to set about it? We want to play, but wo want to know what to play at. There is a lively game, not so noisy perhaps as "hunt the slipper," but nearly related to HAYING AT LA Bhv° SSE * it, which French and German yjnnggten delight in at their parties. In "La Bro^i " as it is called, tho players form a circle, , each holding by ono hand, tho left, to a cord. Tho other hand is kept behind the back, and ono player holds in his or her j freehand a small stiff haired clothesbrush. At first all tho circle dance round and round "the searcher" (tho player stationed Inside tho ring) humming "brosse, brosse. " If some ono plays a few notes on the piano, it helps tho fun. The minute the musio stops the ono who holds tho brush must suddenly brush his neighbor's dress, so as to be well heard, and then pass the brush on before the searcher can determine where tho sound comes from or on whom to pounce. If the brush has passed some distanco around, a daring player may even brush the searcher's own back and send tho brush safely onward again. One hand innst romain always on the cord, though it may bo changed if necessary, and the brush may even be thrown to any other player on tho watch for it. But this must be done only in oase of deadly peril, as the watcher has tho chance of catching it as it flies or of seeing who does get it just after it has brushed somebody. When the game is properly played — and there aro many players round the ringthat ono in whoso possession the brush ia found becomes searcher, and the last searcher goes out of the game, the cord boing shortened each time by tying a knot in it, taking up about the same space as that occupied by ono player, so lessening the ring gradually until at last it is the searcher himself who gets most of the sharp brushing, and the fun gets fast and furious if tho players are active. Usually the gamo stops when there remain only four in the ring, but that is as the players chooso. It is always time to etop any game when those engaged in it get too tired to enjoy its fun, for alwayi remember to Play with a good will or don't play at all. What Jack Overheard In the Pantry. ''Please shut the door, " the pepper cried"lt's chilly in this pot." "Now, that is strange to come from you> Who always aro too hot." "The bread told me a piece of news. 'Twiis such a funny tale." "Then don't repeat it, " said the cake, "For she is always stale. " "Dear me!" the potted ham exclaimed, "The knife looks bad: enough. " "Yes," said the oil, "he's cut the meat Because it was so tough." "How noblo Mr. Lobster looks 1" ' Tho little pancake cried. "Whj', he was onco right in the 'swim, ' " The pumpkin pie replied. "Well," said the clam between his sheila, With a resounding whoop, "That's better than tho oyster, — ._ For he's always in 'the soup.' " Just then tho heavy pantry doors Were shut to with a slam, For Jack heard mamma coming, And ho was in the jam. — New Orleans Times-Democrat. A Wonderful Trio. Never was seen such a wonderful three As stood on the shores of the Sandalwood sea, Whilo sounds that would make a deaf man stare Rose and fell on the crinklesome air. 'Twos the Gryveling Gryg of the fanlike ear And the spidery legs so flink and grear; 'Twas the Winnyiifg Wix, with his smile so bland. And the Spotted Quffoon from the Tumttun land. SThey sat on the shore of the Sandalwood tea, fhe quankiest trio that e'er could be; And they yowled and yowled with a keen delight from eight in the morning until eight at night Ifhy did they do it? Ah, who's to say? Wdities act in their own quaint way, luad if you inquire if they still are there, fell, I neither know, and I neither care I Wei* I the Sun. i I'd always shine on holidays, ' Were I the sun. On sleepy heads I'd never gaze, But focus all my morning rays On busy folks of bustling ways, Were I the sun. . X would not melt a sledding snow, Were I the sun, Nor spoil the ice where skaters go, Nor help those useless weeds to grow, But hurry melons on, you know, Were I the sun. : I'd warm the swimming pool jost right, Were I the sun. On school days I would hide my light, The Fourth I'd always give you bright, Nor set so soon on Christmas night, > , Were I the sun. I would not heed such paltry toys, Were I the sun— • Such work as grownup man employs; But I would favor solid joys— In short, I'd run the world for boys, j Were I the sun! ' •-St. Nicholas