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THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN AND NEWS. SATURDAY, MAY 11, 1907.
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| DEPARTMENT DEVOTED SOLELY
| TO AFFAIRS OF LITTLE WOMEN
CONDUCTED BY MARJORY DAW.
THE STORY OF AHMAH.
In the far, far North, where the aum-
iners are very short and cool, and the
winters are very Ions and cold, and
dark, because the sun shines only a few
minutes some days, there lives a little
girl by the name of Ahmah.
Tou never have heardof a little girl
by that name, have you? This little
girl la so very different from other
little girls whom you know that 1 am
going to tell you a little about her.
Although Almioh Is 10 years old she
Is not so tall as little girls of that age
at home, but she Is plump. Her face
la very round, and she has cheeks that
are rosy through her dark yellow skin.
Her hair In black and straight, and she
has snapping dark brown eyes and
C retty,. even, white teeth. Ahmah
>oks quite like a Chinese, but she Is
an Eskimo.
Ahmah'* home Is In a little place
called Noln, Labrador. Ask brother or
sister or some one to show you where
It Is on the map. In this village there
Is a large white, wooden building that
belongs to' some missionaries, about
twenty Eskimo homes that are called
huts, and two or three small houses.
There arc no church buildings nor
school houses and only one small store.
In the missionaries' buildings there
la a room furnished with some straight
wooden benches that is used for a
school room, where the Eskimos are
taught their own language and how to
count In German.
Then there is another room where
on Sundays they are taught to sing.
The Eskimos have very sweet voices,
and If you could hear them sing you
would know right away what they are
singing, for they have been taught
some of the hymns that you and I
sing In our own dear churches and
Sunday schools, but you would not
understand the words.
When I flrat saw Ahmah she was sit
ting in front of her home with her
grandma, looking at the eteamer that
lay at anchor In the harbor below
them. It woe 10 o’clock at night, but
Ahmah had not gone to bed because
something unusual was taking place.
A steamer had come to port! You
think, perhups, that there la nothing
strange about a steamer anchoring In a
harbor, but when I tell you that little
Ahmah lives so far north that a steam
er goes there only twice a year and
that Is In ths summer, and that Ihe
coining of thle steamer was unex
pected, you can understand how exclt
ed Ahmah was. and then she wss to
see strange people, too.
The Eskimos at Naln had never seen
a stonmer look so pretty. The captain
Jiad ordered every light »n board to be
filmed on. Then he used the brilliant
searchlight, throwing a strong hght on
■mit.llll(tiiH - V. war j. •
to the shore from the ship. Ws did
not wonder that Ahmah wss watching
the strange ship with a great deal of
Pl Ahmah and her grandma took us Into
their home. It Is a small, unpalnted
wooden house with two rooms, one a
little larger than the other. In the
larger one there are two rough wooden
bedsteads, with old rags for covering,
a table and a few benches.
On the floor on a bundle of rags an
other little girl lay sleeping. She was
loo tired to stay awake to see the
strange ship and people, for she hsd
been helping all day to spread the cod-
flab In the eun that It might dry.
In the smaller room wss a pile of
dried codfish and some deer aml seal-
sklns hung up to dry, from which win
be mode shoes and mittens.
We sat. down for a few minutes. Ah
mah wanted to shake bands with me.
Of course I was glul to shake hands
with her. We could not talk to each
other, for she could not understand
anything I might say to her and I
could not understand anything she
might say to me, so we Just smHed
at each other. A smile, you know. Is
Just the same all the world around.
In summer Ahmah wearsconrst
woolen clothing and In winter fur gar
ments. .
Ahmah lias never seen a horse, cow,
or hen. And has never had fresh milk
anil eggs for meals. . . ,
When I left Ahmah we shook hands
again and I said "Good-byel was
surprised to hear her say ‘Good-bye
too. She had learned that one English
W< wlien you ore frelful lhlnk of little
Ahmah far away In the fro**" North-—
Mabel Howard Seymour, in Our Little
Ones.
A NEW KIND OF CHICKEN.
Jessie was told by her mother that
ft was considered rather nicer to say
’limb” Instead of "leg.” This seemed
to make a great Impression on her and
she was very particular to always use
the more elegant word.
One day she came running Into her
mother's room, and cried: "Oh, mother,
Teddy Brown’s brother has just come
down from the country and brought
him a dozen Llmbhorn chickens!"
FROM TWO LITTLE GIRLS
Dear Little Women:—Here are I etters from two of you this week.
Matxl H., of Powder Springs, da., writes very amusingly about her baby
brother, and promises to send us some more of his smart sayings later.
One of you who calls herself “Elya,” sends a letter from the country,
which I hope some of you will answer through these columns. As you may
know, children who live In the country are always wishing to get letters.
There are weeks, and often months. In which the little girls who live on
farms do not go Into town even for n visit, and if It were not for the mall
camlet they would never know what Is happening In the big world. In the
country the mall box Is usually nailed to a big oak tree on the roadside,
and as the carrier passes along once each day he drops Ihe little girl’s
mall Into her father's box. You may Imagine thift It Is a great disap
pointment to go to the big oak tree and And the box empty.
Do not forget thet this page belongs to you, anyway. Write and tell us
how you Intend to spend your vocation. Or, It you prefer, send us a story
that you have written. Write neatly on one side of the page, as Mabel It.
and "Elsa" have done, and address your envelope to “Little Women,” care
The Atlanta Georgian, Atlanta, Go., and I will be sure to get It and put It
right here on our page, MARJORY DAW.
POWDER SPRINGS, Oa., May 4. 1M7.
Dear Marjory Daw:—My cute lltlle brother has said some cute little
things so I will tell you one of his Jokes. C, Van Dorn Is his name.
We call him C. V. One day someone gave him a kitten and he wanted an
other one, but mamma said “No.” So after awhile he said: “Oh, mamma!
I know! I know!”
“Know what?" asked mamma.
"Where I can get some heaps of kittens. I'll buy same cat.seed and
won’t It be fun to see their little ears all coming up?” and he laughed and
ran off.
Don't you think he Is smart? I'll tell you another one of hts jokes next
time. Your “Little Woman,” MABEL R.
Dear Marjory Daw:—I am way out on our' beautiful farm, and I know
the country le the very nicest place where anyone can spend the spring
and summer.
I wish you could see the little calves. They are the dearest things! One
Is just two months old, and such an Innocent looking little calf. Then,
too, there are some cunning baby pigs that squeal a great deal. One of them
Is pure white.
There are some lltlle chickens which look funny toddling around after
the dignified old mother hen. I think she Is a Jealous mother, because she
looks at me so fiercely when I pick up one of her children.
I like the birds most of all. There are a great many of them In the
woods. Every morning early It sounds like there might be it hundred dif
ferent bird voices In the woods. None of them are as beautiful os the songa
the whlp-poor-willa sing In the evening. I tun afraid thla Is a long letter
and that I may be rrowdng out some other person, no I will say good-bye.
Your loving friend, "ELSA.’’
MABEL'S NEW NURSE.
COMICAL TABLEAUX.
These are very amusing and unlike
most charades and tableaux, need little
or no preparation.
The players must divide themselves
Into two sides. One-half then decides
what event In history* they will repre
sent, then they form a tableaux, tnak
Ing It as ridiculous os possible. The
other aide must try to guess what the
tableaux Is. amp If they succeed they
change places, but If not, they must
keep on until they guess right.
Hero are some examples of these
comical tableaux:
Balboa discovering the Pacific ocean
Place a pan of water on the floor In
plain sight of the audience; then lei
someone dress up In a long eloalr and
high-crowned hat to personate Balboa,
while Ihe rest of the performers, en
veloped In shawls, crouch around. When
the curtain Is drawn, Balboa must be
seen looking Intently through one end
of a tine horn, or paper one, at the pan
of water. _
Nero at the burning of Rome: Nero,
In a brilliant costume of shawls, sits
on a table, surrounded by his courtiers,
also In the same elaborate costumes.
Nero Is In Ihe act of fiddling, his fiddle
being a small fire shovel, and the bow
a poker. On the floor In front of the
group Is placed a tin pan. In which Is
set n small house, which has been
hastily cut from paper. A lighted match
le put to the paper house as soon os
the curtain rises.
From these two suggestions the na
ture of the tableaux can easily be seen
and others originated.
IN SEARCH OF THE POLE.
Teacher—Tommy, where Is the north
pole?
Tommy—Don’t know.
Teacher—You don’t know?
Tommy—No’m. If Peary and Nan-
nen and all those couldn't find It, how
do you expect me to know where It le?
THE WITCH AND THE
NAUGHTY PRINCESS.
There was a naughty princess.
Who would not mind the queen.
And so they called a witch In,
Whose name was "Hasel Green."
The witch came to control her—
She touched her wand, you know.
And tamed the naughty princess
Into a coal black crow.
Now. every night a Mack crow
Sits out upon a tree.
And sighs. "If I could only
A princess once more be."
Now, listen well, my children;
Do what your parents say.
Or "Hasel Green" will change you
Into a crow some day^^
THE YEAST PLANT.
If you have ever watched your moth
er mix bread, perhaps you know that
the yeagt which Is stirred Into the bread
sponge causes It to rise; but do you
know this means the yeast Is really
growing? That la what Is going on,
for yeast Is a living thing, and as It
grows It causes very small bubbles of
gas to rise all through the bread dough,
so as to mske It swell up and become
light—that Is, full of small holes. If
you put a drop of yeast and water on a
slip of glass and look at them with a
strong microscope you may see that
yeast Is made up of lltlle round things
like toy balloons, with a covering as
thin as that of a soap bubble; only
these tiny balloons that compose yeast
are fall of soft pulp almost as thin as
water. Now, what will you say when I
tell you that each of these tiny bubbles
Is a plant? These plants need to bo In
a warm place and to havo plenty of
water In order to grow. But If a speck
of yeast be put In a quart bottle of
lukewarm water, which Is sweetened s
very little, and the mixture be allowed
io aland for a few hours In some warm
place, the whole bottle of water will be
alive wltb yeast plants.
The next time your mother seta her
bread, remember she la putting those
little plante In a warm, moist place, so
that they may grow rapidly, and thus
cause the bread to rise. If they do not
grow, the bread will be heavy.
FANNY D. BERGEN.
SOMETHING ABOUT SOAP BUB
BLES.
If your father or mother or some one
ippens to be' smoking a pipe, get
him to blow some bubbles for you. lie
just fills his mouth with smoke, and
then blows an ordinary bubble with
the clay pipe. The bubble will gener
ally grow very large, and _ will, of
course, be filled with smoke. Done In
Ihe sunshine, some of these present a
very beautiful appearance.
If you want to make a very large
bubble, first cover your hands well
with soap sods, end then ptace them
together In the shape of a rup, leaving
a small opening at the bottom. Then
hold your hands about a foot from
your mouth and blow Into them. The
bubbles obtained In this way are ao
large tluu they Immediately burst on
touching the floor.
SIGNS OF SPRING.
Cream cups, butter cupe.
Dandelions, and sedges;
Blackbirds In the poplar row,
Sparrows In the hedges.
Fruit buds In the orchard.
Swelling with the rain.
All the close fed pasture lands
Growing green again. - .
Popples on the river bluff
Boon will wake from sleeping;
Home along the foot hills.
.Wooty clouds a-creeplng.
—Mary Austin, In SL Nicholas.
Out on the plaxxa the block forts
were going up beautifully, while Just
Inside, where the breath of flowers and
all the pleasant summer sounds came,
mother was reading to Mabel.
■It was not "a-very-slck,” but Just
a' "slck-cnough-to-havc-to-stay-ln-
bed” that was the matter with her,
Mabel said. It was rather nice when It
came time for cream toast and while
mother read to her; but It was hard to
He still 'when her mother had to go
away, and when Mabel could, hear Ihe
other children playing without her. By
and by Bridget looked In at the door.
"The washerwoman’s little boy has
hurt his foot, ma’am, and she wants to
know will you come down a bit?"
"Oh, dear!" said Mabel. "Everybody
wants you. Who’ll toko care of me
while you’re gone?"
Mother thought a minute. "I know
some one who can help you to be the
best kind of a little Invalid, If she will,”
she said. "I’ll write her name on this
slip of paper, and you can open It after
I’m gone, and see If you want her.”
Mabel waited only long enough to
hear mother's steps pass out of the hall
before she opened the paper and read,
“Mabel Gray."
"Why, that'a Just me!” she said. 'T
thought It was going to be somebody."
At first her lips pouted, but then, ut
the thought of being her own nurse,
funny little dimples and smiles began
to come. She told herself to be good.
“Lie still, my dear, and try to sleen
now,” and soon sbe laughed outright.
Then she began to tell berself stories,
iiti.l by and by she was sound asleep.
She did not hear when mother came
In, but when she awoke the dear face
wue smiling down at her.
“Well, how did the new nurse get
along?" mother asked.
"Pretty- well,” answered Mabel. "She
asked me wasn't I 'shamed of myself
to be to selfish when I had you all the
time, and that poor boy only wanted
you a little while. And then she said
I must be good and keep etllL She
didn't just tell me to; ehe made mo do
it.”
"I thought she would,” laughed moth
er. "Little girlie, I am glad you have
learned that, for It Is true when you
are well just tho same os when rou ore
sick.”
A FOUR-YEAR-OLD'S PARTY,
Little Edna when "going on four."
as she expressed It, planned out her
birthday party, 'which proved a great
success. One day she came to her
mother and said: “You must guess
what my party Is when I am through."
Mother listened, thinking something
Impassible would be suggested. Edna
continued:
'Ruth mutt come dressed In rad and
white.
'Edith must wear a pure white dress,
Marjorie a white dress with pink
sash and ribbons.
"Isabelle a yellow and white dress,
striped If she hus II.
‘Til wear a plain little brown dress.
"Now, what are we?" asked Edna.
Mother looked puxxled, and ao did
Edna's older brother and sister. They
suggested some answers, hut to them
all Edna shook her golden curls. Final
ly they gave It up and Edna explained:
"Why, Ruth In red and white Is pep
permint. .
Edith in pure while, she's marsh
mallow.
"Marjorie In a while dress, with a
pink oath and ribbons, Is pop-corn.
"Isabelle In yellow and white Is lemon
candy.
“And I In my plain brown dress-
why. I'm just fudge, of course. My
party is s candy party, and whoever
guesses will get a box of candy for s
prixe."
The children all hugged Edna for her
clever Ides, and Ihe party proved a
great success. The children declared
i t was the “sweetest party they had
ever had.” and I don’t see how It could
help being so, do you?—New Orleans
Item.
ANSWER TO LAST WEEK’S PUZ
ZLE.
The answer to the drop letter pus-
xle In last Saturday's Issue la the word
“Beard." _
Can You Guess This Charade?
Here Is a charade. See if you cap
guess It, and send In IJie correct an
swer by next Saturday:
"My first Is welcome on a winter morn:
Without it Earth la of her beauty
shorn.
My second can be seen In any shed
Protecting timbers, lest they fall on
some one's head.
My whole an elfish, wary rellow.
Can not be caught, yet makes a place
all maltose,
As chasing and being chased by his
> later.
He danced Into a sleeping child and
kissed her." •