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THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN AND NEWS SATURDAY, MAY 18, 1907. 9 I DEPARTMENT DEVOTED SOLELY | TO AFFAIRS OF LITTLE WOMEN HMIHIMHMIM CONDUCTED BY MARJORY DAW. A TOUR ’ROUND THE WORLD. Most every evening after tea, I travel far as far can be; I grasp the wheel with both my hands, And soon I’m off for foreign lands. I see all countries that I can; Alaska China and Japan, Then ’round by Italy and Spain, And very soon I'm home again. Then up about the Polar sea Where bears and walrus stare at me. At other times I take my way To distant Burma and Malay. In every land down to the sea The people rush to look at me. "Good luck to you." I hear them say, I wave my hand and speed away. Our dining room Is everywhere. My ship Is Just a rocking chair; 1 cruise about the world .at. sea Most every evening after tea. —St. Nicholas. A WORD ABOUT TOADSTOOLS. You all know aDout these pretty little umbrellas that so quickly unfurl them, selves on damp, shaded spots of ground after a warm rain. Some are brown, others white, and more of lovely dove colors or soft gray tints. I suppose you all call them toadstools. Borne little girls and boys think they are called toad stools because toads build them for their own use. But I hard ly need to tell you that toads have nothing to do with these umbrella- shaped plants; for each one Is a plant that grows very fast In warm, damp weather. Did you ever eat mush rooms; or, better still, did you ever go into the shady green woods to gather them when the hot spring sun and warm showers make all plants grow? Sometimes you find mushrooms grow ing in old orchards. They like the soft leaf mould growing under apple trees. Mushrooms are plants much like toadstools. Some kinds of toad stools arc poisonous to eat, but many other kinds are very nice for food. Have you ever seen the eatable sort of toadstool growing? It is very pret ty, of lovely golden brown color. It has a pretty name, too. It is called the morel. In England, many Ignorant people believo that the mushrooms that are gathered for food must be picked before sunrise, or else they will hide under the ground and stay concealed till twilight. Ib not this a silly notion? Did you ever, In walking In a field or by the roadside, stamp on a dry puff ball, and as It broke In pieces see the dark dust fly up In a little cloud? Puffballs, too, arc plants, really very much like toadstools and mushrooms, but of a different shape. Every little speck of the fine dust that children like to make fly out of the puffball may grow into a new one if it toll* on moist, rich soli, and the wither be warm enough, for each of them Is a spore. Puffballs, mushrooms, and toadstools, as well as the moulds, all belong to a class of plants called fungi. Dear Little Women: Another week has rolled by and your vacation time is Just so much the nearer. When .this begins you will doubtles * have a great deal of leisure, and I wish you to write and tell me, and the little women who read this page, just how you are going to spend the summer. Address your letter to me, care The Atlanta Geor gian, Atlanta, Ga. I think one of the very nicest ways to spend the sum mer holidays Is to go to a big farm, where there are chickens, and pigs, and cows; fruit to seat, and brooks in which to wade. There is always a large grove on the farm too. and here one can play through the sum mer days under \the great shade trees, making playhouses with the fresh green moss and little pebbles that are found on -the banks of the creek,. It Is great fun, too, to have a milliner's shop under one of these big trees, and to make hats out of the oak and hickory leaves, pinning them to gether with long, keen thorns. But perhaps you will do none of these things this summer. Perhaps you will go to the seashore or to the moun tains Instead. If so, you will have a great deal of interest to write about, and we hope to hear from you. The story this week Is a true one of the stage, and tells about the energy and bravery of a little woman, who was scarcely older than you are now. When you read it. It will make you feel that you should be a great help to your parents, and that you should never let your courage fall. Your loving friend, ~ MARJORY DAW. Atlanta Heights. Dear Marjory Daw: I am a little country girl 8 years old. I have two little pets, a puppy and a kitten. I have to switch the puppy every day for he Just bites the poor little kitten and makes U cry; and don’t you think that the puppy needs a whipping for that? I have two sisters and three brothers and dearly love then\ all. This Is locust year and the woods are full of great big bugs. They have large eyes and have the letter "W” on their backs. They look like they would bite, but papa says they will not. I sure am afraid to touch one of them. This Is my first letter; I will try to do better the next time. My papa takes The Georgian; I like The Georgian because the children write for It. So, good bye, Your little friend, - f NELLIE JETT. I am so glad to know about you. Nellie, and about the brothers and sisters. I think you are right to switch the puppy when he-bifes the kitty, for no cat and dob can live together happily unless they respect each other's rights. Your friend, MARJORY DAW. FANNY D. BERGEN. A FASHION IN DOLLS’ CLOTHES. When Doll Dorothy and Beau Brum- mel invited Princess Pretty and John ny Jump-up to a "tissue-paper party,” their mother, Nell, explained to the princes*' mother, Bertha, that the dolls roust wear tissue-paper clothes. Ber tha consulted her own mother, and the day of the party the two dolls looked lovelier than sho had ever before seen them. Princess Pretty wore a blue gown with a long court train, and had a tin foil—excuse me, I should have Bald silver—a silver crown and tin— I mean silver—necklace and bracelets. Her party wrap was made of a paper napkin with a »«veIyt»or<Je r : you .would never have guessed the material, it ■was so stylish. Johnny Jump-up was on Indian brave. Very fierce ho looked In buck skin trousers and red blanket. I won der that Princess Pretty was not afraid °*The'hostesa at the party. Dorothy was dressed in white, trimmed with the most beautiful paper lace that could be found In a candy box. She carried a bunch of violets that only a honey bee could have told from real ones Beau Brummel wore a pink and Sliver suit that was very gay. and the cocked hat that he held In hts hand was worthy of being carried by any d£ The' clothes of the four dolls were so fine that they could do nothing all the afternoon but sit and gate at each other; but their mothers, Nell and Ber tha. had on their every-day dresses. They had a good time playing togeth er: I think they enjoyed themselves more than the dolls did. Indeed, Prin- ccss Pretty told me afterward that paper dresses may be all right for paper dolls, but for herself she pre ferred a gingham frock. THE STORY OF A BRAVE GIRL. One day during the Civil war, Mar guerite was left alone In the house on her father's cotton plantation while her father superintended the work on the plantation, which extended for many miles. Men, both white and colored, were employed on It. A few days be fore this. Marguerite's father had drawn from the bank a large sum of money to pay his hands. He was seen by the highway robbers coming home with the money., They saw him leave the house and thought It was their chance. • Marguerite, stopping her work to look out of the window, happened tp see them coming and thought of the money. She went to her father’s desk, where he kept It, and taking It out, hid It un der the coal In the coal bln. As soon as she got upstairs a man was at the door- She tried to look as If nothing had happened, though she was very ner vous. She did not heed the man's knocks, but remained perfectly still. Then a harder rap came and she went to the door and opened It. She was confronted by a rather sav age-looking man with heavy, dark fea tures, which were partly concealed hy a black slouched hat. He had on a brown suit and a belt In which were stuck knives and pistols. He said: "Where Is yer father?" She grew faint, but plucked up enough courage to an swer. "Why do you wish to see him?” The man seemed angered by this reply, nnd putting two fingers to his mouth, he whistled a few times. -All at once ten men sprang from nround the house, and, grabbing the girl, all except two started to rummage the house. These two held the girl down. The men searched for an hour, but In vain. Just then a cloud of dust arose in the dis tance. It looked like a crowd of horse men. Marguerite's father and the em ployees ran toward the house. As it drew near It proved to be a troop of United States cavalry. They were In search of these burglars, who had been robbing houses and holding up people during the war. The robbers tried to escape, but between Marguerite’s fa ther and the cavalry they were caught. Mr. Livingstone rewarded his daugh ter, giving her a beautiful ring. MABIE BUCKLEY (age 14). NO FROST ON CLOUDY NIGHTS. Frost does not form on a cloudy night because, as a rule, clouds prevent the surface of the earth from throwing on heat freely. On the contrary, when the sky Is clear, the heat escapes Into space, and everything on the surface quickly cools off. Frost will not form on a covered piece of ground, even on a clear night Let us Imagine, for exam ple, that there Is a sort of ahed, with a root but no sides. In an open field. On a clear, cold night frost may form all over the field, but none will form under the shed, In spite of the fact that Its sides are open. The roof of the shed acts as the clouds do, In preventing the tree radiation of beat THE “BIRD TIMES.” There are three little girls living In a small New Jersey town who were anxious to make some money for.char ity. Fairs were too commonplace and they were bound not to beg, so what do you suppose they did? They edited a small bi-weekly paper and sold It for two cents a copy. This paper Is called “The Bird Times” and Is very, very cunning and amusing. It Is writ ten on one side of a piece of foolscap and contains all the very latest news from bird land. Including little Jingles and conundrums, every one of which Is entirely original. One of the editors is quite an artist, so* In every edition there are several little drawings il lustrating different events In bird land, which greatly Improves the "Times' •' appearance. At present there are about thirty subscribers, which brings them In sixty cents every two weeks, which, of course, amounts to 11.20 a month. A dollar and twenty cents Isn't very large sum, but when several months' earnings are put together and saved It amounts to quite a good deal, and these little girls are i>ble to help lots of people, to whom a dollar may mean bread enough for many hungry little ones. THE POPPY LADY. (Ethel A. Morrison Lackey.) Little girl, little boy, do you know Why It Is that your little eyes grow So’ sleepy at night That they shut right tight When you do want to stay awake so? Little boy, little girl, this Is why; The Poppy-lady's there, close by! But promise me You won't try to see, For the Poppy-lady's very, very shy. Little girl, little boy, she Is there. Standing close behind mother's chair, And In Just a twinkle Her hand will sprinkle Poppy-powder all over your hslr! Little boy, little girl, listen well. Who the Poppy-Indy Is, I will tell: Did you ever In your life? She's the Sand Man's wife! And lives down In Happy Dream Dell. ANSWER TO PUZZLE. The answer to the charade In the Issue of last Saturday was not sent In by any of you, so I shaltl have to tell you that the correct solution is the word, "Sunbeam!” Cross-Word Enigma. Here Is a cross-word enigma, which I hope you will be able to solve, and the answer to which I hope you will send me In time for next Saturday's Issue; My first Is In his, but not In her; My second In rush, but not In stir; My third Is in mass, but not In crowd; My fourth Is In mist, but not li crowd: My fifth Is In row, but not In saal My sixth Is In storm, but not In gale; My seventh's In cook, but not In stove; My eighth Is In kind, but not In love; My whole Is a little plant so gay; TIs much loved here, and far away. * A POLITE LITTLE GIRL. I know a funny little girl, her name Is Mistress Mable, Who, when she dines alone will say, ''Excuse me, Mr. Table.” When she Is out walking, In an absent- minded way, If she trips upon the payment, “Ex- . cuss me,” she will say. And though the tears bo rolling down her cheeks heartrendlngly She always says ' Excuse me,” when she bumps Into a tree. ORIGIN OF THE PHONOGRAPH. A cut on the linger caused Edison, It Is said, to Invent the phonograph, or talking machine. This Is the account os given to The Young People's paper; Mr. Edison told the story of this In vention to a reporter. At the time, he said, he was singing In a telephone, nnd In the telephone's mouthpiece he had placed for safe-keeping a fine steel point. Suddenly this point cut his finger. He found to his surprise that It had been moving here and there nnd roundabout, guided by the vibrations of his voice. He placed a atrip of yellow paper un der the atcel point, replaced it In the mouthpiece and said the alphabet. The steel, while be spoke, ran over the pa per, and for each letter of the alphabet It made a different mark or scratch. This was what Mr. Edison had hoped for. He now held the steel point still and drew the paper scratches slowly over It. There was given forth, very faintly, the alphabet as he had repeat ed It. Thus the principle of the phonograph —the registering and the reproduction of the voice’s vibrntions—was discov ered through the cutting of a Anger. It was Edison's finger, though, that was cut Smith's or Brown's might have been quite hacked off and no phono graph would have resulted. IMPATIENT TOMMY. Tommy went to the kindergarten. One day the teacher said: "Now, children, I want y<?u all to be so quiet you could hear a pin drop.” The little ones straightened up and kept very quiet, not one moving a finger or toe. Pretty soon Tommy, becoming Impa tient, cried out: "Well, why don't you drop 'er?” A REAL BLESSING. A visiting gentleman bad submitted for some time to the attentions of the three-year-old boy of his hostess, but at last grew a little tired of having his whiskers pulled and hla corns trod, den upon. '■Madam,'' said he, “there Is one thing about your charming little boy which especially pleases me.” "And what Is that?” asked the an.fl ing mother. "That he Isn't a twin.”—Rochester Herald. YOUR GIRL Will Appreciate a Visit to the V. D. L. Company’s Soft Drink Parlors. The Prettiest and Moat elaborate of its kind In the 3outh. CORNER BROAD AND MARIETTA STREET8. IF YOU HAVE any old gold, silver or stamps, send it to us and you will receivo ensh by return mail. STONE & CO., 630- Candler Bldg. WILL MEET YOU AT THE ^Atlanta Wreckage Co., _ ▼ 37-39 Mitchell 8t„ where I can buy Furniture and House hold Goods for half what it will cost me elsewhere. They buy, sell and exchange for everything, Old Books, Confeder ate Money antf Stamps.