OUR YOUNG FOLKS

Manawatu Herald, 21 April 1904, Page 4

OUR YOUNG FOLKS

'm A HOUSE GAME. Broshe,” a Near Relative of “Hunt the Slipper,” but Not So I.oistorona, It )s pleasant to spend a winter evening P?|pmuslDg anil being amused, but how are vivo to set about it? Wo want to play, but ■.V'tVo want to Know what to play at. There a lively game, pot so noisy perhaps as “hunt the slipper,' 1 but nearly related to

It, which French and German youngsters delight in at thoir parties. In “La Brosse," as it is called, the players form a circle, each holding by ono hand, the loft, to a cord. The other hand is Kept behind the back, and ono player holds in his or her free hand a small stiff haired clothesbrush. f. At first all the circle dance round’ and round “tho searcher” (the player stationed’ inside the ring) humming “ brosse, brosse. ’* If some ono plays a few notes on the piano, it helps the fun. The minute the music stops the *ono who holds the brush must suddenly brush his neighbor’s dress, so as to bo well heard, and then pass the brush on before the searcher can determine where the sound comes from or on whom *to pounce. If the brush has passed soma distance around, n daring player may even brush the searcher’s own hack and send' the brush safely onward again. Ono hand must remain always on the cord, though it may bo changed if necessary, and the brush may even bo thrown to any other player on the watch for it. But this. must bo done only in case of deadly peril, as the '* watcher has the chance of catching it as. It flics or of seeing who does get it just after it has brushed somebody. When the game is properly played—and thcro arc many players round the rihg—that ono in whoso possession the brush is found becomes searcher, and the last searcher goes out of the game, the cord being 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 tho fun gets fast and fuilous if tho players arc active. Usually tho game stops when there remain only four in tho ring, but that is aa the players ohooso. It is always time to stop any game when those engaged in it got too tired to enjoy its fun, for alwaya remember to . ’ Play with a good will or don’t play at alb What Jack Overheard In tho Pantry* ‘‘Please shut the door, ’ ’ the pepper cried. 1 “It’s chilly in this pot.” . “Now, that is strange to come from you. Who always are too hot.” “Tho bread told me a piece of nows. ’Twas such a funny tale.” “Then doift repeat it, ” said the cake, “For she is always stale. ” “Dear mel” the potted ham exclaimed, v . “Tho knife looks bad'-enough.” 1 “ifes,” said the oil, “he’s cut the meat Because it was so tough.” “How noble Mr.,Lobster looks!” I ! Tho little pauchko cried. “Why, ho was once right in the‘swim,'" The, pumpkin pie replied. V “Well,.’’ said the clam between his shells. With a resounding whoop, “That’s better than the oyster, For he’s always in‘the soup.’” Just then the heavy pantry doors Wore shut to with a slam, For Jack heard mamma coming. And he was in tho jam. —New Orleans Times-Democrat. A Wonderful Trio. Never was seen such a wonderful three v As stood on the shores of the Sandalwood sea, While sounds that would moke a deaf man ataro Bose and fell on the crinkleaome air. 'Twas the Gryvellng Gryg of tho fanlike ear And the spidery legs so flink and grear; i 'Twas tho Winnying Wix. with his smile so ■: bland, And tho Spotted Quffoon from the Turn tom X,.-- land.

They sat on the shore of the Sandalwood sea, The quanldcst trio that o’er could he; And they yowled and yowled with a keen delight From eight In the, morning until eight at night. Why did they do it? Ah, who’s to say? Oddities act la their own quaint way, j* And if you inquire if they still are there, Well, 1 neither know, and 1 neither care I I Were I the Sun. I’d always shine On holidays, E f : Were I the son. t;j On sleepy heads I’d never gaze, f But focus all my morning rays te. On busy folks of bustling ways, Were I'the sun. * 1 I would not melt a sledding snow,. Were I the sun, |■■ Nor spoil the ice whore skaters go, g Nor help those useless weeds to grow, i; But burry melons on, you know, ii Were I the sun. I’d warm the swimming pool lust right, 1' Were I the sun. | On school days I would hide my light, | The Fourth; I’d always give you bright, k~ Nor set so soon on Christmas night, IK Were I the sun. I'. I would not heed such paltry toys, Ib 1 ' Were I the sun— S' Such work;as grownup man employs; Ft But 1 would favor solid joys—- £ In short, I’d run the world for boys, ■>. ' Were 1 the sun I K ' —St. Nichols*