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8 THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN AND NEWS. SATURDAY, MAY 18, 1 907 STORIES AND ANECDOTES OF INTEREST TO LITTLE MEN CONDUCTED BY PETER PAN. THE MERRY GO-ROUND. One morning, the tour little Dolllvers went To the grand entertainment and ahow That opened the season at "Festival Park”— •" For weeks they'd been longing to go! They rolled in the "Coaster"—they threaded the "Maxe,” They skipped down the "Slip" with a bound, But nothing was there that could even compare With the wonderful Merry-Go- Round! Oh. the handsome and very Entrancing and merry. The Merry-Go-Round's a delight! How the Dolllvers cheered As the horses appeared, It was such a magnificent sight! They watched the great "Flood" and the “Blograph," too; The firemen "Fighting the' Flames," Then rode on the "Musical Railway," besides, And played many Intricate games. They easily won with the "Japanese Balls." And tried every "Target" they found. But nothing the four little Dolllvers saw Quite equaled the Merry-Go-Round! Oh, the charming nnd very Attractive and merry. The Merry-Go-Round Is the best! And the Dolllvers cried, "Mother, dear, let us ride, Let us all ride away with the rest.” Evangeline Gertrude, Belinda Luclle, With John nnd Elisabeth Lou. Each mounted a pony adorned with rosettes— Green, orange, magenta and blue. With wavlngs, hurrahs and a flourish of whips They glided away to the sound Of a beautiful band. Oh, the music was grand That was played at the Merry-Go- Round! Oh, the Jolly and very Delightful and merry, The Merry-Go-Round Is the thing! All the Dolllvers stayed, (And bought pink lemonade!, Till they rode' every horse In the ring. —Cornelia Walter McCleary In May St. Nicholas. FIRST BOY EDITOR. James M. Beck, once assistant at torney general of the United States, says an exchange, amused himself when he was a boy by playing editor and running a small amateur maga- xlne. Issued whenever the editor wasn't too busy at other kinds of play. He has kept up his Interest in juvenile editing and can generally be found at meetings of amateur journalists of the past who are not too busy to remem ber the enterprises of their youth, was this Interest that led Mr. Beck to discover the other day a complete file of the first boy editor's paper published In this country. The finding of this file came by nc cldent and confirmed a tradition that the first amateur journal was published In Philadelphia as early as 1112. Mr. Beck got the file at the sale of the library of'Governor Pcnnypacker, of Pennsylvania, und an examination of It brought to light many things of gen eral Interest. The first boy editor was Thomas G. Candle, and, although he had been re ferred to as the father of amateur journalism, there was no solid basis for this title until the file of his journal was found. He was born In Philadel phia in 1797, and was the son of book binder Thomas Condle, from whom he got Ills literary aspirations. The young Condle's paper was called the Juvenile Port-Folio, after one of the first American literary magaslnes. Tho Port-Folio was first print ed In 1801 and continued until 1812. Young Condle was IS when he began to publish his paper, and had just entered the University of Pennsylva nia. His magazine was published only during the time he was In the univer sity, for after he had been graduated and turned his attention to law, the Juvenile Port-Folio ceased. The editor had a house to house can vas made for subscribers, and adver tised for "an active young lad to so licit subscribers for the Juvenile Port- Folio." Philadelphia magazines of the present day employ the same means for securing subscribers. Young Condle’s paper consisted of four pages 8 1-2 by S 1-2 Inches, with two columns to the page. ^ The Index of COndle's first volume shows a wide ranga of subjects, chiefly referring to moral questions and praise •f "the fairest of creation." Beyond A TRUE STORY OF THE STAGE By M. S. HANDY. Helen's father played the violin In the orchestra at the Savoy theater. His family had a comfortable little flat In New York and were as happy as could bo until one day Mr. Went fell ill. Helen's mother, with tears In her eyes, told Helen and her little brother. John, that father would not be able to play the violin any more that winter. "I don't know what will became of us all," said poor Mrs. Went, tears now streaming down her cheeks. “Don't cry, mother, dear," said Hel- i, ‘TU think of some way. We'U manage; see If we don't” Mrs. Went smiled at her little daugh ter’s hopefulness, as she sat down to write a letter to the manager of the theater 1tfr. Went played for. Helen was told to deliver the letter. It was the first time she had ever gone to a theater, except when her father had been given tickets to see "Beauty and the Beast" Her heart beat fast as she waited In the office for Mr. Scott, the manager. Two men were talking os she entered and after politely bidding ^he little girl to sit down, returned to the subject they had been discussing when she en tered. 'I don’t know what we can do with out him. The play depends on that youngster, and his folks won’t let him go on the road. We've only a week In which to replace him and tho worst feature Is that all the children who are worth unythlng were engaged at this time last year, I'm Just about discouraged." The men talked some more and Hel en learned from their conversation that they wanted a little boy to play In the theater where her father was employ, ed. She had often heard father tell about the boy—Cecil Dale. Here an Idea entered Helen's active little brain. Why couldn't thdlr John play the part and earn the 130 a week that Cecil earned? This would pay the rent nnd keep father from worry' Ing ns to what would become «of them while he was sick. Before Helen knew how she got the courage she approached one of the gentlemen and said: “Excuse me, sir, but I believe my little brother could play the part, and do It well. He’s very clever, and I'll teach him the lines. Won't you just give him a chance, sir? It won't do any harm to try.” "Has your brother ever beon on the stage V asked the gentleman, who was the stage manager, smiling at Helen's eagerness and wisdom. "Not on the real stage, sir, but In play theater at home with all our little friends and John always gets lots of applause. He's just splendid." "What parts has he played V' asked the manager, more amused at Helen's enthusiasm than with any serious Idea of employing her brother. "Oh, he’s good at anything, John Is! I like him best as Little Lord Fauntlc- roy, but mother thinks he Is better as Eva. You know Eva’s the little girl In a play called ‘Uncle Tom's Cabin.’ John himself likes to play 'Still Alarm,' because there's a fire engine In that play." "What part does he take In the Still Alarm?”' asked the manager. "Why, the fire engine, replied Hel- ?n. "He plays it so real and natural like, you get out of his way, you're so afraid you'll be Tun over.” Both men laughed, and told Helen they would think about John as a can didate for their play. It Is doubtful If they would have gone any further than to think about John, If it had not been (nr John's determined sister. Early next morning Helen was on hand with John by her side. He was a manly little fellow, with handsome fare tin.I winning manners, anil a dis tinct, clear, musical voice. The man ager was attracted to him, and after some questions, told Helen he had de cided to let her take the port, and sec what the two of them could make of It "Come Thursday, children, and John can do It well. I'll engage him at 830 a week, provided Helen goes along to take care of him." Helen felt as If the whole chorus of song birds were In her heart as she started home to tell the good news to father and mother. She was sure John could learn the part and she would teach him every bit by Thursday, for wasn't today only Tuesday? Patient little Helen! Her work was lust beginning. All day she'struggled to get John Interested and by coaxing uni by bribing the child made great headway. He was promised a me chanical train when he had learned all Indeed, the whole family now took the greatest Interest In the success of Hel en's plan. Mother worried a little about her darlings going away from her, but Helen removed her fears by saying: "You let me take full care of John, mother. You trust me to take him to school, and dress him now. I'll do my part, don't you fear, and tather shall have nothing to do but rest and get strong this winter." "I know you will, dear,” said mother, "you have been a blessing ever since you were born." On Thursday Helen and John pre sented themselves at the theater to bo given a trial before the company. The little fellow had none of the self-con sciousness and affectation of the ordi nary stage child. He was so natural all were loud In his praises. In one scene he had to play horse with his grandfather. In this scene John got so excited he forgot his exact lines, but shouted. "Whoa, there!” and "Get up there. Horsey,” such a real way that all shouted, "Bravo” and "Hurrah.” "He’ll do,” said the manager. "Ho plays the part better now than Cecil ever did." While John was being congratu lated, Helen was being questioned by several ladles In the company, who had heard the stoiy of Mr. Went's sickness and how Helen had planned to keep the wolf from the door. When they learned that she was to travtl all over the United States to take core of John—to have him ready for trains, to be always dressed* for his part of the play—they determined to help the brave little girl and lessen her care in any way they could. And all kept their promises, as the next six months showed. The com pany traveled from New Orleans, In the South, to Omaha, In the West, and the'h back to New York again when spring came. John’s part proved a great success, and every newspaper spoke In loudest praise of his talent. There was one other, I think, who played even harder part and played It better, don't you? The quiet little girl who cared for the little actor, being father, mother, sister, teacher and friend, all In one to him. Tho ono who sent the money to that little flat In New York—the ono who was always brave. Don’t you think in "God's book," dear little Hel en would win even more splendid no- tlcea'than John did In the papers? \ am sure she would, and what Is more, I am sure she got them. a few references to Washington and to the naval heroes of 1812, the Juve nile Port-Folio had no reference to the political events of the day. Its con tents closely Imitated The Spectator, The Rambler and other periodicals of the eighteenth century and the Influ ence of Addison and Steel In prose es says, and Pope, Swlfe and Drydon in poetry dominated tho taste of the youthful editor and his contributors. Ills paper seems to have attracted more than local attenjlon, for the .sub scription list contained a number of names In other states as far north os Boston and as far south as Savannah. In the preface to the fourth and last volume of the Juvenile Port-Folio Con- die stated .his intention to enlarge his lerlodlcal and change lfs name to the Parlour Companion, suitable for more advanced readers. Later he recorded his disappointment at the failure of the public to respond to hta call for subscriptions to the more ambitious periodical, and there Is no record that it was ever published. Dunning. No doubt a great many of us have dunned people for various things, and perhaps some of us have been unfortunate enough to be dnnned: but It Is doubtful if msny know where the phrase originated. It has been said that It originally came from the French verb donnez. This may be true, but the word prob- ebly came from Joe Dun, a famous bslllfT of Lincoln, about tbe time of Henry VII. Dun was so noted for bis ability to extract money from debtors that his name became proverbial, and It got to be a custom to say, "Why don't you Dun him?" “Fiasco.” The phrase, "a complete fiasco,” oriel- nated with a German workman who de clared that he could blow glass as well as an expert glass worker. A friend laid a wager with him to the contrary, and when the test came otf the would-be glass blower found that he could ffl 0 dS!fn, a ed, P ?. r -;?| 5 e P / d ng^ k b^“^ the same result The story of the workman became known, and henct the origin of the phrase which Is used In designating a failure. TO GAIN THE HEIGHTS. When you were a boy at school, yon know a boy who was regarded as rather slow-witted, doll and stupid. He was not quick in repartee, not gifted In memory, and stood away down at the foot of his classes. You did not expect much of him, and his teachers expected still less. But as the years have come and gone, slowly, but none tho less surely, that hoy lias forged to the front, nnd now he Is standing in lofty eminences, commanding the re spect of all with whom he comes In con tact. Ills word Is law for a multiplicity of employees under him; and to him in times of trouble many people turn. nnd has achieved so much that you stand looking at him with wonder nnd amaze ment. __ How do great men gain the heights? Go hack, down the long, dim, dust grnv Sr - of the centuries for an Illustration of •no man In the enrly days gained the heights, knowing that his story is the story of all who reach the delectable inoun- Ing remembrance, was known as Knselin. As a boy, living in the twelfth century, he was dreamy and moody, and had no thought for the things of this life. He dreamed strange dreams of heaven and sought to make his life heavenly. In the mountain valley monastery where he was studying he was regarded as Idle, slow-witted and not bright. He did not care particularly for the sports of l»oys. lie was not par ticularly popular with his comrades, Flow nnd laborious was his progress. But It was progress. As the years unfolded his goodness of heart and amiability attracted the atten tion of his superiors; nnd they, breaking the harrier of conservatism that surround ed his soul, found therein a rare spirit. They nought to develop that soul, nnd pres ently his entire spirit became aflame with n desire to do good, and, what was better still, t<» he good. He became one of the greatest thinkers of hts age. His hooks of philosophy are tho terror of ronng stud* inent of pfillosophcrs. realm who was not afraid to rebuke Wil liam II as-he sat on Ills throne. Anselm had. indeed, gained the heights! How gained he them? In this way: Ilia passion for study after his mind had been opened to “see things" led him to spend whole days nnd whole nights In study and writing. Oftentimes he slept with wax tapers by his side and tablets on bis pillow, so that he might pot loved tho monks under him with stich fidel ity that “they relish no drink save the wine that Bnselm’s hand squeezed for them ~ the bunch of grapes.” : succeeded as all men who have suc ceeded have done, through patience, pains and persistent work nnd ability to Initiate new plans and methods. He knew no fear, carried no malice and lived a clean life. Would you gain the heights? There Is no other way than thla way: “The heights by great men reached nnd kept Were not nttnlmsl by smMon flight, or they, while tbelr compsnlons slept. Were tolling upward In the night.' -J. A. JAYNE. THE TALE OF CAPTAIN KIDD. Ana now. wnen ou wvwib «»§»■ He murdered men and scuttled ships. For many years ho sailed the sea, And was as mean ns he could 1h\ Ills name would make the children cry, And spoil their appetite for pie. Tils eyes were black as anthracite. And filled most persons with affright, lie wore big boots upon bis feet. And he would rather fight than eat. Upon his ship he always dwelt, With mighty pistols in his belt. Anl sailing 'cross tho ocean wide. A cutlass swung down at bis side. The flag he flew was deepest black. And ns he’d quickly sail and .tack, He’d walk the deck to see If he Could see a ship upon tho gca. When ono was sighted he gave chase, And then there’d t»o nn awful race. The sight would almost take your breath And likely scare you 'most to death. .11 tell yon, lads, It was no Joke! His cannon spat out flams and smoke. The ship ahead would have to atop And down Its flag would quickly drop. Then Captain Kidd and all hta crew Would awear until the air turned blue. And when It was quite blue, they’d swing Their swords and about like anything. Then great big bolea were quickly drilled Into the vessel till she filled. And Just before the vessel sank, The crew was made to walk the plank. Immense bright heaps of shining gold The pirate loaded In bis hold; no swept the sea, and swept it dean. Though no broom on bis ship was seen. And when they caught him In the end, IIo did not have a single friend, Rut everybody said, “Hooray! We’re glad that he’s been ‘put away I' ** —Exchange. , NO FAULT OF HIS. Magistrate^—Now, HI let you off this time, but it must bo a lesson for you not to bo in bad company again. Prisoner—It ain't my fault that I'm here, yer honor; that p'lcecemen mad# me come«