THE YOUNG FOLK

Manawatu Herald, Volume XXVIII, Issue 3631, 31 March 1906, Page 4

THE YOUNG FOLK

feIQNKEYS AND A M.RP.OR. A Small RTirror Makes fi'ltSmra Among Ci-atrid IMi-t, MootaW lio.t-. The 11 ;;•! d Mr. Kipun,. ■ : B»0 ittiinkcy f-i';'.. ’cad a. tlreadfe.) tone:!; IVlltrirf pitrb otT iota; aim ami all l'a;.a;; a, of a little mirror. Hut then ft mirror has been known to raise no end of 1 rouble *mong real human folks. Aa tho Mew Vork World tells the tale, a wicked person landed tlto mirror to a large brown moo-

fctrKO ASI) tilt? MUIUOB. fee/ kliotva ;i-: Dicko. The mirror W,i about 4 indies In diameter. Dicko look i;, grinned, scowled savagely and then knock ;-d the ugly monkey in the frame clear across ll»c cage. A small black monkey picked up the glass. Ho gazed at himself, and so did half a dozen other monkeys over his shoulder. Dicko made a dash and snatched the mirror, whereupon every other monkey leaned upon him, and such a squealing, snapping, twisting mass of monkeys was never seen. The keeper found the inquisitive monkeys trying to eat the quicksilver. Ho entered the cage and fought with them to take the glass away. It was all fun for the spectators, particularly one man, until he was arrested for furnishing the mirror. What the Birds Say. The negro is a close observer of nature, M a rule. Every animal he endows with human attributes. 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 Now Orleans Times-Democrat says, are jut into the mouths, or rather the beaks, of our feather friends by their sable interpreters. Sometimes the owls hoot from true to tree across the swamp roads; I live In the new house, Who—who—who’s In the old? They call to each other from their perches In the mighty oaks and tupelo gums, where yellow jasmine and rattan vine* twine so thickly as to make almost a jungle, and they say: I coo): Fur my folks, And Vi'hc.—who—who Cooks for y 1 all? The partridge whistles shrilly through the summer grasses: Bob Bohwhite! Corn ripe? Not quite, iwg hih lf Vds, lit night. The dove mourns, say the old black people. fora passing w»ul. They claim, too, that the dove Hies faster than does any other bird. The jay is said to carry so ais downward. Why the pert little follow has such an unenviable reputat ion is not known. This it the song ho is said to giugi A way, ewayl I r.n vit d a soul Down i v. Cany .*.•«.'? Tomorrow. J!o tu t-nw a Hook. Put the book in the center of a fhrifc of payer large enough to allow two inches to 1 e turned In at (ho botrum and »bios. lA.hl the cover over ihe hides ami crease it s.> that it will noi Then cut diagonally from the top nuu bottom of the paper to points just a little, beyond where the book will open. In many hooks tbit limy be determined easily by the binding. Cut straight slips from the top and hot tom of the paper to the four corners of the edges. Then fold the pnjicr forming the extension of the sides down bet-e.ecu the book and the, part of the 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, os the clot h Is apt to fray, but they should ho always turned and folded so as to come outside the hook itself, between it and the oover, says Golden Days. Merry May. Baa, baa, white sheep, Come with mo and play. Don’t forget, my woolly pet, This is the first of May.

Ding, dong, fairy hellsl What is it; you say? “Sweetest month of nil the year Is the month of May.” The Eazy Hamid lou. •The Wesj wind to tho sunshine said: “it’s time that child was out cf hcd. 1 cannot even see his head Ahova tho clothes. Ihet's call his other nurse, the rain, And pull the sheets and eouutcrpsu* Down to his toes." They pulled him out of his warm plow; They washed his crying, crumpled fao* And fighting hands; They combed and brushed Ids yellow laute\ Patted him here and kissed him then Till in the shining summer air laughing be staad*.