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rv dr':i om monrrvr a*:d A. SmrJl T-Tlrro,' V'r>’ •Among CcnAa! , '. The RilU-er-h . 3 menfolk, ! .,-d toutral pi.’k nr.',; of :i little mirror. Du Ijccu known te mi so jiiion# veal f. Fork V/orid i Y is i. t , acinied t;:” A MIRROR. res Things I.lvelj V y E'o’k Kip.illg -a I '., f -.-adui! time in i and ail beeau-n i. il.ca a mirror has no end of trouble ■! A'l the New • a wxekou persoj ■ brown aion /" -■.as 'wm 7 7'|us’’ DICKO A SI) THU MIIUIOK. key known us Dicko. The mirror was about 4 iuchc.3 in diameter. Dicko look it, grinned, scowled savagely and Ikon knocked tlio ugly monkey in the frame dear across Hie cage. A small black monkey picked np the glass. He gazed lit himself, and so did half a dozen o', her monkeys over his shoulder. Dicko made u dash and snatched the mirror, whereupon every other monkey leaped upon him, and such a squealing, snapping, twisting mass of monkeys was never seen. The keeper found the inquisitive monkeys trying to oat the quicksilver. He entered the cage and fought with them to take the glass away. It was ail fun for the spectators, particularly one man, uni 11 he was arrested for furnishing the mirror. What the Birds Say. The negro in a. close observer of nature, as a rule. Every animal ho endows with human atlrihuie;;. The rabbit, fox and squirrel and all the finny tribe are made to play a part in story and song, and the birds are. not slighted. Here are some sentiments which, the New Orleans Timcs-Democrat says, are put into the mouths, or rather the beaks, of our feather friends by their sable interpreters. Homotimes the owls hoot from treo to tree across the swamp reads: I live In the now 3k,use, Vino—who—who's In the old? They call to each other from their porches in the mighty oaks ami tupelo gums, where yellow jasmine and rattan vines twine so thickly as to make almost a jungle, and they say: I cook For my folks, And who—who—who Cooks for y’ all? The partridge whistles shrilly through the summer grasses: EonDoin',bite! Corn ripe? Not mtito. Dog bite? Yes, at night. The dove mourns, say the old black people, fora passing soul. They claim, too, that the dove Hies faster than docs any other bird. The Jay is said to carry souls downward. Why the pert little fellow has such an unenviable reputation is not known. This is tho song ho is said to ring: Away, away! Done carried a soul Dawn today. Carry another Tomorrow. How to Cwcr a Book. Put tho book in tho center of a sheet of paper largo enough to allow two inches to ho turned iu at tho bottom and sides. Fold the cover over the sides and crease it so that it will not slip. Then cut diagonally from tho top and bottom of tho paper to points just a little beyond whore tho book will open. In many books this may bo determined easily by tho binding. Cut straight slips from the top and bottom of tho paper to tho four corners of the edges. Then fold tho paper forming tho extension of the sides down between the book and tho part of tho paper cover which folds over the top. This will make each corner perfectly square. When using cloth, it is bettor to fold the corners rather than to cut them, as the cloth is apt to fray, but they should be always tinned and folded so as to come outside the hook itself, between it and the cover, says Golden Days. Merry May. Baa, baa, white sheep, Come with mo and play. Don’t forgot, my woolly pet, This is tho first of May. S Ipap r J Ding, dong, fairy hells I What is it you say? “Sweetest month of all tho year Is the month of May.” Tho Lazy Dandelion. The webJ wind to the sunshine said: “It’s thno that child was out of bed. I cannot oven see his head Above tho clothes. ■ Let’s call his other nurse, tho rain, And pull tho sheets and counterpane Down to his toes.” They pulled him out of his warm plane; They washed his crying, crumpled face And lighting hands; They combed and brushed his yellow Patted him hero and kissed him there Till ia tho shining summer air Laughing ho stands. pv «•*’ Tabid.s COtii’. vl t i‘l Tj;,l, :.- of *-Hv‘ STOSMvB

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Hononga pūmau ki tēnei tūemi

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Bibliographic details
Ngā taipitopito pukapuka

Manawatu Herald, Volume XXVII, Issue 3492, 4 March 1905, Page 4

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Tapeke kupu
751

Page 4 Advertisements Column 2 Manawatu Herald, Volume XXVII, Issue 3492, 4 March 1905, Page 4

Page 4 Advertisements Column 2 Manawatu Herald, Volume XXVII, Issue 3492, 4 March 1905, Page 4

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