OUR YOUNG FOLKS

Manawatu Herald, Volume XXVII, Issue 3501, 25 March 1905, Page 4

OUR YOUNG FOLKS

A HOUSE GAME. Brosse,” ji Near Relative of “Hunt the Slipper,” but Not So Boisterous. It is pleasant to spoil :1 ;i v-inter evening amusing anil being amused, but how are Wo to set about it? We want to play, but we want to know what to play at. There Is a lively game, not so noisy perhaps as •‘hunt the slipper,” but nearly related to

PLATING AT LA BROSSE. It, which French and German youngster* delight In at their parties. In “Laßrosse," as It la called, the players form a circle, each holding by ono hand, tho left, to a cord. The other hand is kept behind tho back, and ono player holds In his or her freehand a small stiff haired clothesbrush. At first all tho circle dance round and round “tho searcher” (tho player stationed Inside tho ring) humming “brosse,brosse." If some ono plays a few notes on the piano, It helps tho fun. Tho minute tho muslo stops the ono who holds the brush must suddenly brush his neighbor’s dress, so as to bo well hoard, and then pass the brush on before tho searcher can determine where tho sound comes from or on whom to pounce. If the brush has passed some distance around, a daring player may even brush the searcher’s own back and send the brush safely onward again. One hand must remain always on tho oord, though It may bo changed if necessary, and the brush may oven be thrown to any other player on tho watch for it. But this must be done only in case of deadly peril, as tho watcher has tho chance of catching it as it flies or of seeing who does get it just after it has brushed somebody. When tho game is properly played—and there are many players round the ring—that cue in whoso possession tho brush is found becomes searcher, and tho last searcher goes out of tho game, tho cord being shortened each time by tying a knot In It, taking up about tho same space as 'that occupied by ono player, so lessening the ring gradually until at last it is tho searcher himself who gets most of thf sharp brushing, and tho fun gets fast and furious if tho players are active. Usually tho game stops when there re* main only four in the ring, but that is as the players choose. It is always time to Stop any game when those engaged in It get too tired to enjoy its fun, for always remember to Play with a good will or don’t play at all. What Jack Overheard In the Pantry. “Please shut tho door, ” tho pepper cried “It’s chilly in this pot.” “Now, that is strange to come from you. Who always tiro too hot." “The bread told me a piece of news. 'Twas such a funny tale.” “Then don’t repeat it,” said the cake, “For she is always stale." "Dear me!” the potted ham exclaimed “Tho knife looks had enough." “Yes,” said tho oil, “he’s cut tho meat Because it was so tough.” “How noble Mr. Lobster looks 1" The little pancake cried. “Why, ho was once right in the ‘swim,’" Tho pumpkin pio replied. “Well,” said tho clam between his sheila, With a resounding whoop, “That’s better than tho oyster, For he’s always in ‘tho soup.’ “ Just then tho heavy' pantry doors Were shut to with a slam, For Jack heard mamma coming, And he was in tho jam. •—New Orleans Times-Democrat. A Wonderful Trio. Kever was scon such a wonderful three Aa stood on the shores of the Sandalwood sea, While sounds that would make a deaf man star* Bose and fell on tho crinklosome air. Twas the Gryveling Gryg of the fanllko ear And tho spidery legs so flink and grear; Twaa tho Winuyhrg Wix, with his smile so blond. And the Spotted Qnffoon from the Tumtura land.

sney Bat> on iau auuxc vx wo ojwviuiwvw wm§ •The quankiest trio that o’er could be; And they yowled and yowled with a keen do* light From eight in tho morning until eight at night. Why did they do it? Ah, who’s to say? Oddities act in their own quaint way, And if yon inquire if they still are there, Well, I neither know, and I neither carol Were I the Sun, I'd always shine on holidays, Were I tho 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 ico whore skaters go, Nor help those useless weeds to grow, But hurry melons on, you know, Wore I the sun. I’d warm tho swimming pool lust rights Were I tho aim. On school days I would hide my light, j 3Dho Fourth I’d always give yor; bright, Nor set so soon on Christmas night, Were I the sun. I would not hoed such paltry toys, Were I the sun—finch work as grownup man employs; But | would favor solid joys— In short, I’d run the world for boys, Were 1 the sun) -St. NioholM Cbambfiflslo’s Oliver Tablets

i Not Up to DatA I 'Mandy, ’’said Farmer Coruiwssel, “the world moves, an we orter mowe with It But I’m afeard diet out i/i thisvjsan o the country we’w puny nign ceruAu ter;..; left.” “Who. ■ “Wo'ro livin mi >, • -v-' earth." "Thet’s a fact. ’ “The clock’s never |p='-’’r> ffin T ' slow’ " “Well, f .o discovered diet it s wuss'n thet. I looked at the thermometer, an thet’s three months behindhand at the lowest calculation.” —Washington Star. Retaliation.

Ho—You’re all alike—nothing but van* 1 ity. Why, you never saw a man powder 1 and paint. She—But I’ve seen a man of 60 comb two or three hairs over his bald head and , try to pass for 80. —Once a Week. Breaking It Gently. Ho was digging rook In a phosphate mine on the Ten Mile hill, near Cimrles--1 ton, and I was assistant superintendent 1 of tho place. One day after the hands had 1 knocked off he said to me: 1 ‘ ‘ Boss, Is you know how fur rite one let--1 ter?” ’ I assured him that my education had ex--1 tended that far and asked to whom he I Wished to write. ; “To my bredder, ’ ’ said ho. ‘ “And where is your brother?" ‘ “He am een do penitentiary." \ “For what?” ’ “Ho kill one man." ’ “Oh, ho murdered some one?” * “He ain’t murder no one. He slaughter 1 'em.” 1 “Ah, manslaughter!” “Bat’s de way. Will you please rite | ono letter to ’em en arx how he do? He name Gus Pritchard." 1 I “How Is that, when you are his brother, f and your name Is Robinson? 1 “Oh, dat’s all right. Befo’ de wah nlg--1 ger been hab only ono name, same like de [ people een de Bible, en so dey tek dere ’ massa name fur dere lass name.” 1 “Very well, I’ll write to inquire about 1 i Pritchard.” 1 I wrote to the superintendent of the pen* Itentiary in Columbia and was informed that Pritchard had been dead for several 1 months. I did not like to tell the news in 1 person to Robinson, so I asked George 1 Washington to do so, and I endeavored to 1 impress upon George the necessity of breaking the news gently. “Oh, I know wha’ you mean,” said George, “I know. All right, sab.” On the following day I asked Qeorga whether lie had broken tho news to Robinson, and he replied: “Oh, yes, sah. I tell'em een da way wha’ you say I muss. Fuss I say, ‘Sambo, enty you got ono bredder?’ En he say, ‘ Yes. ’ Den I say, ‘ Enty you bredder am een de penitentiary?’ En ho say, ‘Yes,’ again. Ben I say, ‘Ho dead.’ " “Good gracious, man I Do you call that breaking the news gently? What did Robinson say?” “Sambo say: ‘Oh, den he am dead! But wuffer you tell me ’bout ’em een slch a roun’about way?”—New York Sun. "A Good Deal of Inference, The other day a citizen called at the Stamp window of tho postoffico and laid two pennies on tho shelf. Tho clerk looked at him for ten seconds and then queried: "Two ones?” “No, of course not! When a man lays down 2 cents, lie wants a 2 cent stamp, of course.” “Not always.” “But that’s tho inference. After this when you see two pennies down here you can infer that a 2 cent stamp Is wanted.” Next day the same man called and put down a $lO bill, and before he could speak the clerk shoved it back to him with the remark; “The government doesn’t issue any." “Any what?” “Any thousand cent stamps. Sorry I can’t accommodate you." “Who asked for a thousand cent stamp?" “You did. Whenever a man lays down a |lO bill, the inference is that he wants one of those stamps, but, as Isold, they are not issued.” The man picked up his bill and walked out with a red face, but five minutes later returned and dropped a cigar on the shelf and good naturedly queried: “And what do you infer from that?" “Smoke—shake!” replied the clerk, and the two became friends.—Detroit Free Press. Here Chance of Appreciation. Mrs. Van Riohe—l’m determined that my daughter shall have a chance to show what she con do. I have arranged for her to sing before some opera singers, and afterward to road a paper ofl art before some painters. Gould I have her do more than that? Mr. Simile—Yes; have her deliver the lecture on art to the opera singers and sing before the painters.—Chicago Record. Repartee, “You ought to be ashamed of yourself," said the feather legged hen to the game one. ‘ ‘ The Idea of you trying to crow.’ ’ “Anyway,” retorted the game hen, with a scornful glance at the other’s extremities, “anyway I have not begun wearing bloomers!”—lndianapolis Journal. Generous to a Fault. “And what are you going to give yow little sister for a birthday present?" “I’m going to ask papa to get her a football, and then I’ll show her how to play.” —Ottawa Free Press. A Disappointment. Nodd—My wife felt terribly to think 1 played poker last night. Todd—ls that so? Why? Nodd—She lost a new bonnet.—Clothier’ and Furnisher. Wholesale. Applicant—How much for a marriage license? Clerk—One dollar for a single license; for a commutation license.—Detroit fribone. tfambtrlato’s TSSt