OUR YOUNG FOLKS

Manawatu Herald, Volume XXVII, Issue 3503, 30 March 1905, Page 4

OUR YOUNG FOLKS

. MONKEYS AND A MIRROR. g, Small Mirror Makes Thins# lively Awinny Central Tark . 7 ->>nkoy ‘Tho I>andor-lbr?,V;« M.’- Kipling calls Uio monkey folk, bail a dreadful time in Central park not long ago and all because ot a little mirror. Hut then a mirror has been known to raise no end of trouble jjnong real human folks. As the Now York World tells the talc, a wicked person handed the mirror to a large brown iii!»

DICKO AND THE MIRROR, key known as Dicko. The mirror wai about 4 inches in diameter. Dicko took it, grinned, scowled savagely and then knocked tho ugly monkey in tho frame clear across tlja.cago A small black monkey picked up tho glass. JIo gazed at himself, and so did hall a dozen other monkeys over his shoulder. Dicko made a dash and snatched the mirror, whereupon every other monkey leaped’ upon him, and such a squealing, snapping, twisting mass of monkeys was never seen. Tho keeper found the Inquis-itive-monkeys trying to cat the quicksliver. Ho entered tho cage and fought with them to take tho glass away. It was all fun for tho spectators, particularly ono man, until ho was arrested for furnishing tho mirror. What tho Bird# Say. ‘The -negro is a close observer of nature, osa tule. Every animal ho endows with human attributes. Tho rabbit, fox and squirrel and all tho finny tribe are . mode to play a part in story and song, and tho birds are not slighted. Here are some sentiments which, tho New Orleans Timea-Domocrat says, are put into tho mouths, or rather tho beaks, of our feather friends by their sable interpreters. Sometimes the owls hoot from tree to tree across tho swamp roads: I live In the new house, Who—who—who’s >; In tho old? They call to each other from their perches In the mighty oaks aud tupelo gums, whore yellow jasmine and rattan vines twine so thickly as to make almost -* Jungle, and they say: I cook For my folks, Aud who —who—who , Cooks for y’all? The partridge whistles shrilly through the summer grasses: Bob— Bobwhlte! Corn ripe? Not quite. ' Dog bite? Yes, at night. The dove mourns, say tho old black people, for a passing soul. They claim, too, that tho dove flies faster than does any other bird. Tho jay is said to carry souls downward. Why the pert little fellow has such ah unenviable reputation Is not known. This la the song ho is said to sing: Away, away I Done carried a soul Down today. . V. •• Carry another Tomorrow. >■ How to Cover » Book. Put the book in the center of A eheet ot paper largo enough to allow two inches to be turned in at tho bottom and aides. Fold the cover over the sides and crease It eo that it will not slip. Then out diagonally from tho top and bottom of the paper to points just a little beyond whore the book will open. In many books thia nay- bo determined easily by the binding. Cut straight slips from the top and bottom of the paper to tho four corners of ths edges. Then fold the paper forming the extension of tho sides down between th» book and tho part of the paper cover which (olds over the top. This will make each corner perfectly square. When using cloth, it Is bettor to fold the corners rather than to out them, as the cloth Is apt to fray, bjxt they should bo always turned and folded so as to come outside tho book Itself, between it and (be cover, cays Golden Days. Merry Hair Baa, baa. white sheep, Como with me and ploy. Don’t forgot, my woolly pel; ’ This is tho first of May.

Sins, done; fairy -bells I What Is it yon sayt "Sweetest month of all the year Is the month of May." She Sstzy Dandelion, The west wind to the sunshine said: «lt'a time t)iat.chlld was out of bed. , I head ! clothes.. 1 Let’s daunts other nurse, the rain. And poll the sheets and I Down to bis toes’. 1 ' ! They pulled; 0m out of place; They wasßbjt his crying, crumpled face '■o&nd fighting hands; They oombed and brushed his yellew ML Patted him here and kissed him then Till in the shining summer ai* Laughing he stand* " r . : .etuMalii’iSK Tablet* luf *wa

HE PAID UP. A Wedding That Cost Stuart Bohaoa @5.000. “I read in tho newspapers ono morn- I iug, ” says Nat C. Goodwin, “that Lawrence Barrett’s daughter had been mar- j vied, aud that among the bridal gifts was a check for 85,000 from Stuart Hobson. “ ‘That can hardly bo true,’ thought I. ‘Robson and Barret are great friends, but Hobson would not be likely to give so much money as a wedding present. Tne newspapers must bo wrong. ’ “A day or two later I met Hobson In Broadway. “ ‘Look here, old man,’ said I How about that gift of 85,000 you are said to have made to Larry Barrett's c'aug—or.Have tho newspapers been lying about you again?’ “ ‘Nat,’said he solemnly, ‘it’s true — true as gospel 1 Step out here one side, and I’ll toll you how it happened. ’ “We retired to a convenient corner, and Robson told me the whole story, and it amused me immensely. “‘About two years ago uist sum me.", said he, ‘a young man called at my cottage in Cohasset, bringing a letter of introduction from a friend in Now York. I was a« cordial as I could he, aud the fellow kept calling off and on all summer. He did not Interest me particularly, but ho was harmless. One day ho said to me, “Mr. Robboo, that Miss Baxrett isachoroiing gir*- “ * “All, and so you have mot the Barretts, have you?” says I.” “ 4 “I have," says ho, “and I regard Miss Barrett as ono of the most charming young ladles I ever saw.” “‘“She is, my hoy, she is!” says I. “Pitch in and win her, and tho day you wed her I’ll give you $5,000. And her®'# |1 to bind the bargain.” “ ‘Nat, I pledge you my word I had no idea that anything further would ever come of tho matter. My idea was to encourage the follow to spend his time at Barrett’s cottage instead of mine. But ho was in earnest, it seems. I used to hoar of his being with Miss Barrett a good deal, and occasionally I would sec them sauntering along the beach listening to tho muslo of tho sad sea waves. But, ns I said, I thought nothing serious of it all, and I forgot all about my stipulation involving tho $5,000. So you can imagine my astonishment, my horror, when, about two months ago, that young man turned up at my cottage again, wearing a particularly triumphant smile. “ * “Mr. Robson,” said he, "I've dona It.” 411 "Done what?” says I. ,i i “Proposed to her,” says ho. 44 4 “Proposed to whom?” says I. 44 4 “Why, to Miss Barrett,” says he, "and I’m going to marry herl” "‘“The——you are!” says I, for tho news fairly knocked tho wind out of mo. 44 4 “I am, Indeed,” says he, and then he reminded me of tho promise I had given him about tho chock. Yes, you may not believe it; but, Nat, the follow had tho bad taste to recall that I had promised to give him a bridal present in case ho won Larry Barrett’s daughter. “ 4 "My boy,” says I as amiably as I could, “Stuart Robson never forgets and he never violates a pledge or a promise!” " ‘The morning of the wedding I was feeling too indisposed to leave my bod. 1 had boon sitting up too late tho night before with a sick friend. So I called my daughter to me. 44 4 "Alicia,” said I, "are you going to tho wedding?” 44 4 “Yes, father.” 44 4 “Then take this check with you," oaid I. “Be careful not to lose It, and after the wedding hand it to the groom. But, mind you, Alicia, do not give it to him until after tho minister pronounces them man and wife, for he might drop dead in tho meantime.” 44 ‘When my daughter returned that afternoon, I said, “Alicia, is it all over?” 44 4 "Yes, father.” 44 4 "And did you give him the check for 15,000?” " 4 "Yes, father.” 44 4 "What did he do when you gave it to him?” " 4 “Father, ho cried.” 44 ‘I was gratified, I will admit, that ray trifling benefaction had touched his heart, yet I was anxious to know tho full extent of his appreciation. 44 4 “Ho cried, did he?” said L "How long did ho cry?” 44 4 “Father, I am not sure, but I should say about a minute.” 44 4 "A minute! A rainutol” said I. •< I cried an hour before I signed that chcckl” ’ " —Eugene Field in Chicago Record. Army Intelligence. An army officer, Captain Poker Chip, who has been dismissed from the army for duplicating his cash account, was seen walking on the street with a Indy. Several United States officers of the club saw tho couple, and Colonel Mountain Howitzer remarked to Major Blow: “I can't comprehend how Poker Chip has tho cheek to be seen on the streets with a woman who would so far forget herself job to walk out with a man of his reputation. ” —Texas Siftings. Warned In Time. Mr. Hardnutt—l admit, sir, that my life has not been what it should be, but I truly and unselfishly love your daughter, and if ever I give her a moment’s pain I hope I’ll be made to suffer torture for it. Old Gentleman (warningly)—Oh, you will! You don't know hor.Tj-New York Weekly. Impossible. Mrs. Bellefleld—Mrs. Oakland has a great secret. Mrs. Bloomfield—Ob, no I She can't have. "Why not?" “If she had, she would have told.it to mo."—Pittsburg Chronicle-Telegraph. ■ Hint to Benedicts. "I don’t like to Interfere in domestic affairs, "says the Manayunk philosopher, "but I would suggest to the married -man that it would be well for him to let his wife bring up tho family while ho brings up the coal "—Philadelphia Record.■ A Peculiarity. "Money talks,” said the confident man. "Yes," replied tho melancholy citizen, “but when It’s conversing with a poor relation it usually talks la a whisper.”— Washington Star. Defined. •What do we ‘ mean by health?” asked the teacher. "Health,” said a timid little voice, “is when you’re real fat aud hare lots of skin!”—Youth’s Companion. Answered. "How many bells are in this chime? 1 ’ ••ked the curious traveler. "Bight, all tolled,” said (be sexton.— Indianapolis Journal tytmbwkiit’s ?u»r tubUU PMVINT MMHINfU