OUR YOUNG FOLKS

Manawatu Herald, Volume XXVIII, Issue 3615, 3 May 1906, Page 4

OUR YOUNG FOLKS

A HOUSE GAME“ta Brosse," a Near Relative of “Hunt the Slipper,” bat Not So Boisterous. It is pleasant to spend a winter evening amusing and being amused, but bow are we to sot about it? Wo want to play, but We want to know what to play at. There Is a lively game, not so noisy perhaps as “bunt the'*Blipper, ” but nearly related to

PLAVIA'G AT LA DEOSSE. It, which French arid Genndh youhgsteH delight in at their parties. In “La Brnsse,” aa it is called, tho players form a circle, each holding by one hand, the loft, to a cord. The other hand is kept behind tho back, and one player holds in his or her free hand a small stiff haired clothesbrnsh. At first all tho circle dance round end round “the searcher’' (tho player stationed inside the ring) humming “ brosso, brosso.” If some one plays a few notes on the piano, it helps tho fun. Tho minute the iiuislo stops the one who holds the brush must suddenly brush his neighbor’s dress, so as to bo well heard, and then pass tho brush on before the searcher can determine where the sound comes from or on whom to pounce. If tho brush has passed some distance around, a daring player may even brush tho searcher’s own back and send the brush safely onward again. One hand must remain always on tho cord, though it may be changed if necessary, and tho brush may even he thrown to any other player on fhe watch for it But this tntiSt bo dona only in case of deadly peril, as the watcher has the chance of catching It as it flies or of seeing who does get it just after it has brushed somebody. When the game is properly played— and there are many players round the ring—that one in whoso possession the brush is found becomes searcher, and tho last searcher goes out of the game, tho cord being shortened each time by tying a knot In it. taking up about the same space as that occupied by one player, so lessoning cho ring gradually until at last it is the searcher himself who gets most of the sharp brushing, and tho fun gets fast and furious if tho players are active. Usually tho game stops when there »omain only four in the ring, but that Is as tho players choose. It Is always time to stop any game when those engaged in It got too tired to enjoy its fun, for always remember to Play with a good will or don’t play at aIL What Jack Overheard In the Pantry. “Please shut the door, ” the pepper cried. “It’s chilly in this pot.’’ “Now, that is strange to come from yon, Who always are too hot.” “The bread told mo a piece of news. ’Twas such a funny tale.” ‘Then don’t repeat it, ” said the cake, “For she is always stale. ” “Dear mel” the potted ham exclaimed, “The knife looks bad enough.” “Yes,” said the oil, “he’s cut the meat Because it was so tough. ” “How noble Mr. Lobster looksl” Tho little pancake cried. “Why, he was once right in the‘swim,’" The pumpkin pie replied. “Well,” said the clam between his sheila, Willi a resounding whoop, “That’s better than the oyster, For he’s always in ‘the soup.’ ’’ Just then the heavy pantry doora Were shut to with a slam, For .Tack heard mamma coming, And he was in the jam. —New Orleans Times-Democrat. A Wonderful Trio. Never was seen such a wonderful three As stood on the shores of the Sandalwood 80S, While sounds that would make a deaf man star* Rose and fell on tho crinklesome air. Twas the Gryveling Gryg of the fanlike ear And tho spidery legs so llink and grear; Twas tho Winnyiirg Wix, with his smile 80 bland. And the Spotted GufToon from the Tumtoa land.

fhey sat on the shore of the se Ihe qoankiest trio that e’er could be; And they yowled and yowled with a keen i light from eight in the morning until eight at nig Why did they do it? Ah, who’s to say? Oddities act in their own quaint way, And if you inquire If they still are there, Well, 1 neither know, and 1 neither caret Were I the Son. I’d always shine on holidays, Were I the sun. On sleepy heads I’d never gaze, But focus all my morning rays On busy folks of bustling ways, Were I the sun. I would not melt a sledding snow. Were I the sun, Nor spoil the Ice where skaters go, Nor help those useless weeds to grow, But hurry melons on, you know, Were I the sun. I’d warm the swimming pool Just right, Were I the r.im. On school days I would hide my light, The Fourth I’d always give you bright, Nor act so soon on Christmas night, Were 1 the sun I would not herd such paltry toys, Were 1 tin' sun— Such work as grownup man employs; Bat 1 won id favor solid j< .ys — In short, 1 a run the world for boys. Were 1 the sun I —Bt. Nicholas,