OUR YOUNG FOLKS

Wairoa Bell, Volume V, Issue 222, 3 November 1893, Page 16 (Supplement)

OUR YOUNG FOLKS

A GRAND PARTY. As Arranged and Conducted by Several Musical Roys and Girls. “Mother,” said Letty, “may we have a party and dress up like grown people?” “Oh, yes,” said Fritz, her brother; “it would be such fun. I would dress as a waiter and hand round the cakes and lemonade.” “We have thought so much about it, mother,” said Letty. “We could invite our friends and have a concert. I could

GIVING A CONCERT. play on the piano, and Georgie on the violin, and Ellen and Harry Eden could sing, and Rosie Green can play on the accordion.” “And what would Nina do?” asked the mother. “Oh, I should be one of the ladies who gave the party, and you would come to it, mother, would you not?” “Oh, yes, mother, it would be such fun,” said Fritz. “Well,” said their mother, “as you are good childi’en I will do what I can to help you. and I will let you have the drawing room for your party.” Fritz and his sister gave a shout of joy. “There never was such a good mother as you are!” said Nina, kissing her. And so it was arranged, and the young friends were invited, and Georgia and Letty got out their music and practiced it, and Rosie Green came with her accordion lo practice also. Nurse made a grand vei vet-een suit for Fritz and put a large white rosette in his buttonhole, and lie had white stockings and shiny shoes and a white wig, “And I shall be very polite to every one,” said Fritz. Robbing Birds* Nests. Boys who rob birds’ nests do not always realize what a- cruel thing this is to do. 1 used not to think much about it myself until an incident occurred that showed me how keenly our feathered friends mourn the loss of their homes. One spring two linnets built their nest in some bushes near my window. We were all very much interested in the wee home, and when we found four little eggs inside the nest tooK_every precaution to prevent it from beingdisturbed. But one morning when we went as usual to nt the lie st we found-some cruel hand had robbed it of ail its contents and left it half destroyed. W e felt very sorry, but thought the birdies would perhaps build again. Alas! no. When they returned and found their beloved home broken up, their grief was painful to see. Uttering all the while the most piteous cries, they frantically flew in circles high above the nest; then they hopped all round and beneath the bushes thinking, I suppose, poor mites, that the eggs had fallen out. For two days they continued their search, and on the third we thought they had left, as we did not notice them about. We were partly right, for the father bird had really gone and did not return again, but the body of his poor wee mate was found by us, chill and lifeless, on theground by the bushes, and we felt quite sure then that the loss of her dear home had broken her tender heart. The Avalanche. Here is a graphic description of a snowslide that occurred one day in February on the Bitter Root mountains by one who was in it. He says: Along the trail that wound up the mountainside great masses of snow seemed to overhang us, and more than once I noticed how anxious the grizzly haired old guide seemed to be. There was only a narrow path through the snow, and the 20 mules with five packers followed us in single file. The guide was of course in front, and I was second. We had come to aturn in the trail, and 1 halted to look back. I heard no warning—no cry of alarm. The snow on the mountain top began to move. The width of the avalanche was fully a quarter mile, and it moved like a flash. There was no rumbling, no crashing, and in 15 seconds later it was all over. I looked for our pack train. Not a man or mule had escaped. They had disappeared, and for a wide space there was neither tree nor shrub. “Close call that!” said the guide. “Come on. All the men in Montana could not dig them out!” And we rode ou in silence. The Cock That Crows at Daybreak. Cock-a-doodle-doo! I'm a liero! Who are you? I go to bed at candle light And wake up in the morning bright.

Soap, Hot Water and a Clean Skin. There are many muddy skinned women who need to use hot water and any good unperfumed soap on their faces once a day. Alter the face is washed in hot water ib should be rinsed in cold and allowed to drywithout using a towel. Toweling the' face i too much brings on wrinkles. In spite of i the prejudice against using soap on the face j there are many who still believe that no woman who fails to wash her face occasionally in soap and hot water can claim to have a clean skin.