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THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN AND NEW
gATUBDAY, JUNE 82, 160?.
RHYQ some stories and anecdotes of
DU I O INTEREST TO THE LITTLE MEN
TO THE LITTLE
Conducted By PETER PAN.
Vacation Time Is Here
Who can say what a vacation may bring forth’
g rJrn a " d ,ho »•*— >00“ lone), and
du.t» I L^X/e 1I ^rV h S h d °^ he *”* — th. desk. ar.
“ na even ‘ h « *»»* «« to And other
The children are scattering over the country ioma hnv« *•,»
green fields, where daisies grow, where the crickets ?h™p atnlght andjune
bugs drone through the warm summer day. other bow and girls are vet
ting ready tor fashionable resorts, where nurses keep tab on Ivenr ISot of
dirt that finds Its way to pretty clothes, and people stay Tn more, small
rooms.
Borne children will stay at home, go barefooted nlav hnii nnd n » nr v,io«
and fly kites, without bothering anybody very much! But a?e UtUo boJare
play all the summer long or shall they mingle study and recreation In such
a fashion that when the school bells ring In September they wlU be
stronger mentally and physically for their well-spent vacation^ ' “
How will you spend your vacation? ‘
Can't you write The Georgian about your plans?
* v PETER PAN.
GAME OF NUMBERS.
Any number may play this game. A
leader Is chpsen, called Zero, and he In
turn numbers tho players from three
up. The players may sit or stand In
any order they desire. Then Zero, who
should be provided with a stick of some
sort, points It at (say) number 6. Num.
ber 6, who must Immediately give some
number divisible by his own number
(for Instance, 12 or 30 or 36), calls out
one of the other players' numbers, say
number 8, and the player who Is num'
ber 8 must give some number divisible
by 8. as 32 or 104 or 85. If any
player gives a number with a zero In
U, the leader must have the next
chance to call for a number. Every
mistake made'means a loss of five
points to the one who makes It; the
one who first discovers a mistake gains
five points. Each player keeps his own
tally. If Zero falls to seise his turn
when a zero Is mentioned In the num
ber (as 10, 20, 102, 300, etc.,) and one
of the players detects the mistake
(gaining five points by so doing) Zero
must change places with that player.
If a dividend Is given a second time,
It Is called an error, and the point Is
gained by the one who detects the er-
“SHEEP AND WOLF,”
(HtHMHIHl
Tear a piece of paper Into aa many pieces
as there are players, and on eadx piece
write some number representing an hour
In tho day. As there are only twelve hours,
ftS a . ly tw ® lvo numbers, but if
wore, than twelve are pllaylng you can
twf «ome of the numbers half hours
tnere are the required amount
-n e *. p,ece P trk . » ? roM tnd tten
*1*® numbers In a hat, each player
“JXJrtng one out. The one who gets the slip
cros .l on !t . *»" IV or The “Wolf *
“Sheep 1 " 6 ° ther p,ajrerir are ca,,ed th ®
A If, then formed by the sheep, *#. v
wolf standing In the middle. The sheen
C *I{. oul , "What time will you dine to-
0,d r°K r nnd Mr - Wolf calls out
any hour he happens to think of. The
f“®*P *{l on ' w ho holds the slip correspond*
cft,,cd l»y the wolf, starts
L"' 11 ;, be can get around the ring
Uiroe times before being caught by the
wolf he Is snfe; If not, be must be "wolf."
The game keeps up until ail have had their
turn at being "wolf," arid this does not
tor the wolf Is not supposed to
THE BUSY BEES.
The winner la the one who has gain
ed the greatest number of points when
the game Is stopped.
LAUGHLAND.
In the Valley of Joy a river sweet
Flows In fancy at my feet;
In Its center is an Isle
Free from any vice or guile.
With Its surface robed In bloom
Over all its rosy room.
In a land of boyish laugh.
Drink the deep, exquisite quaff
From the pure, perennial stream,
With Its source in heaven's beam;
For we all return at times
To the land of. sunny climes.
ARNOLD B. HALL.
Pendergrass, Ga.
Knew His 8ubjsot,
One day a party of boys were dls
cussing great men of the past. One
chap spoke in glowing terms of “Daniel
Webster, the great dictionary man,"
and a friend, wishing to correct him,
whispered from behind his ear; “It
wasn’t Daniel, it was Noah that wrote
the dictionary," whereupon the speak
er, with a scornful look, whispered In
answer: “Noah built the ark, you Idiot.”
Have You
Had Your
Printing
returned with ■ littf. .tlek.r at
t.ch.d, ..king you to uie thl, I.'
b.l?
OFFICES U8INQ THI8 LABELi
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21 8. Forsyth
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W. rner Ptz. A Lebel C0...68 8. Pryor
Telegram Fob. Co 66 Ceotr.l Aye.
Franklin-Turner Co. 66-71 Ivy St.
Index Printing Co....34 Central Are.
UH.tte Printing Co.....26 8. Broad
John Thomason Co Wt 8. Brood
Btossar Printing Co .88-40 Walton
Conran. * Wing 104 Edeewood
Kirkpatrick ft Co 2114 8. Forsyth
Atlanta Label Co 64 Uadleoa Are.
If .o, patronize tho abova offices
and you will ploaia 30,000 Union
Paopla In Atlanta.
Atlanta Typographical Onion,
520 Candler Building
P. O. Box 266
Atlanta Phono 873
TAX NOTICE
State and County Tax
Books will close next
Make your re
now, and save
tax.
T. M. AHEAD,
Receiver Tax Returns.
week.
turns
Dame Nature ha. .0 much to attend
to on thl. great earth of ours that if
«he didn't put some of her children to
sleep there would be no getting on with
ouch a big family. Winter Is a great
cleaning time fqr the dear old lady;
she sends the birds south, while she
covers the north with a coating of snow
and Ice which mokes nice counter
panes for the flowers, and they nestle
under the warm sod and grow silently
until they are ready to peep above the
ground. Then It Is springtime. Dame
Nature has shaken her duster and the
Sleepy ones begin to rouse up. It Is
then, when fragrance fills the air, that
the bees begin to hum softly In their
hives, where they have been working
In a dosing way through the winter,
clinging together In great heavy clus
ters. Now that the flowers have come
the bees are eager to be out In the
air, working to store up honey, for It Is
their life to work, and they have only
a short time—from April to Septem
ber.
If you are ever fortunate enough to
look through a glass or observation
hive and begin to know something
about the bee. you will find It very In
teresting. All you see at first Is a moss
of little reddish groups that look like
coffee berries or bunches of raisins,
piled against the glass, and they move
slowly, quite unlike the quick darting
creatures flashing and sparkling In the
sunlight among the .flowers; this Is
when they are busy making wax with
which to build the store houses for
their honoy.
They really lead a wonderful life;
the hive Is a royal palace. In which
the queen Is ruler and the thousands
of subjects who cluster around her
Have their various duties. It Is the
females who are forever busy—the
males are the drones—and after the
queen has selected her husband from
among them, the rest are killed, be
cause they are useless, and even the
bridegroom perhaps on his wedding
day; Indeed, the drones are only al
lowed to live at all that each new
queen may have a choice of her hue
bands.
The drones are handsomer than the
hard-working lady bees, but there Is no
ambition among them; they sit and
eat the precious stores of honey and
are quite willing to let their women
folk do all the work—make the wax
cells for ths palace, gather the honey,
store It, guard the queen and the royal
family and keep every place In order.
There are certain rules and laws laid
down for the little community by which
they are governed, and they work from
hour to hour, from day to day, as long
as they live, with no hope of reward—.
a fitting example to many boys and
girls.
THE CHILD MU8ICIAN.
He had played for his lordship's levee.
He had played for her ladyshlp'i
whim.
Till the poor little head was heavy,
And the poor little brain would swim.
■*, 4
And the face grew peaked and eerie,
And the large eyes strange arid
bright.
And they said—too late—“He Is weary!
He shall rest for at least tonight! "
But at dawn, when the birds were wak
ing.
As they watched In the silent room.
With tho sound of a strained cord
breaking,
A something snapped In the gloom.
Twas a'string of his violoncello,
And they heard him stir In his bed—
''Make room for a tired little fellow,
Kind God"—was the last that ho
said,
—Austin Dobson.
JIMMIE THE CADMAN
“Roxbury,'' called the conductor one
warm, bright summer day; "Roxbury!"
And out of the car and on to the platform
tumbled about forty boys and girls, who
stared curiously at tbo people gathered to
flesh on their
bones and color In their white cheeks. Nu
merous vehicles were waiting to take them
The bigger boys did not seem unkind,
*‘iey were so much stronger “
1 push him to the end of ere
“Any choice, Mr. Smith?” said some one
to n plain farmer who stood looking at ths
children.
“No,” said Mr. Smith, slowly; “Melissa
told me to bring about four of 'em, so I'll
take them four little fellows.” .
They followed Mr. Smith out to the
agon, and soon were rolling along the
Ilia. Mr. Smith did not say much, but be
found out tbo name of the mite was Jim
mie, and he fixed him carefully Id tbe
“’agon between himself snd a bigger boy,
> he could not fall out.
Such surprised looks came over the boys'
faces. They had never seen hlllt before,
and their eyes grew big with wonder as
they drove up to the house and kind Mrs.
8mlth, looking so fat and Jolly and clean,
kissed them and took them Into the house,
washed their facet and hands and brushed
them up a little before they sat down to
tr.
— what a supper that wai! Bread and
butter and honey, and fat cookies aod milk.
Such milk they had never seen In all their
short lives. After supper a little walk
around the farm juait to atretch their legs
and shake their supper down, Farmer Smith
sold. They saw the cows tud horses and
sheep. Jimmie, as usual, just a little be
hind. All at once Jimmie forgot to be bash
ful and ran forward. lie saw an old mother
pig, with her family.
n Oh," said Jimmie, “the cunning little
things."
The other boys looked. Yes, there were
eight, just the number of them when they
were st home, and at the end of the long
row of little ones was one much smaller
I PROVINCIALISM
By Ella wheeler wilcox.
(Copyright, 1907, by Ameriean-Journal- |
Examiner.)
LMOST all women, apd tho ma
jority of men, are sensitive at |
being thought provincial. Oc-
DEPARTMENT DEVOTED SOLELY omr 0
TO AFFAIRS OFTHE LITTLE WOMEN tjfl KLj
Conducted By MARJORY DAW.
A
Pienlo Down th. Rive,.
Dear Peter Pan; O, I wish you had
been with us on our picnic down the
Coosa river on a steamboat. We
played humpty duropty with the life-
preservers found on the boat. I belong
to the First Baptist Sunday school.
HAM SMITH.
Roms, Ga., June 18, 1907.
Cure For Rheumatism
ORIFFITH’S Compound Mixture «
duties, 8tltllngli, Eto.
The "Old Reliable" Internal Remedy too
RRKUMAT1SM, N* CRAI.OIA, SCIAT
ICA, GOCT ead LVMJUOO.
Rote—This Speolfio Rimedy be, b«,n .3.
nrtlMd la the Medical Jeurnnl. end end
Is privet* practice for ever IS rein, and
wa bar* ample proof te Justify ue in mek-
Inf the aeeertloa the! thl* preparation Kill
relieve or cur* I, per cent of the cae.e in
dicated.
pee* Rod Disturb tbe Stomeeb, Afford*
Oole* Bleep end Create# a Good Appetite
Atlanta, Oa^ DUtrtbutlng Depot:
JACOBS’ PHARMACY CO.,
Wholesale Dm,slat*.
And for eala by Retail Drussteta. sencrally.
Send for Free Deeoriptlve circular 10
Griffith Rbeuraatto Cara Co., eole mnfr, it
Third Ava, COT. tltb Bl, Mew York. R. *.
ting crowded out every
laid tbe
, — .. —e you, little f ""
end one. that most alius gets left. . „
you sro tbe Cadmnn to boms by your
looks." And to Jlmmlo got bit name.
He did not care eo long ne be bed that
cunning pig to play with. Ha stayed with
plga all day long end made a pet of
Cadman, and It was fnnny to tee tbe
pale city waif and bit pretty pink pig. It
followed blm Ilka a dog, came when called
and slept In bis nrms like a baby. Tbe
other boyi found plenty to amuse them, but
Jimmie was satisfied with tbe Cadman. He
wsa growing e little fatter himself; tbe
long country nlghta and deys did wondere
for Jlmmlo.
7 :hen something else happened to Jim
a. A young artist from th* city was
boarding at Parmer Smith's. lie came to
mnko sketches of "Mine Hill" and the
“Garnet Mine," but be found time to make
a pretty picture of Jimmie tbe Cadman.
and hla pet. Jimmie wne never tired of
watching tbe young artlat or poling for
One" day ai the artlat *11 going to bis
work ho found Jlmmlo very busy. Tbs lit
tle pig wn* asleep In the grass, nnd Jimmie
hnd etched a lifelike sketch of blm on a
large fungus with a pin. It woe very good
Indeed.
The time come u. ...
to go home. They bad a line tlm% ni
made fast friends of Mr. and Mre. hill It
and Mr. Morris, tho artlat. Jlmmlo buggi
tho little pig and cried over leaving It, F
or tbelr Intereot In blm. Last Christmas
came a box to tbo four boys from tbelr
friends In Roxbury. Thera were apples
snd nuts and a ap-ei*i 1 — *- *'—*- *-
closing a pig mad
and In It enough n. .
way to become what
FUDGE.
Take two cups of sugar, end one cup of
milk.
Of chocolate—the unsweetened kind
cnslonally wo encounter a human being I One-fourth of a pound, and of butter
who Is not ashamed to confess that a lump
his knowledge of tbe world Is limited, Lika a walnut le ample, you'll find,
but It Is not a prevalent type. When
the country girls and boys go to town I Melt all of the chocolate over the eteem
they make a smart effort to appear Of a kettle that merrily sings;
experienced, and of course they fall. And you may sing, too, as you merrily
It would be more beoomlng and wiser stir
were they to show the Interest and I In ono saucepan these various things,
pleasure they feel In the new world
about them and to forget themselves Now beet welt together, and set them
In their enjoyment of the unusual. to boll
There Is no surer label of provincial- Ten minutes; or fifteen at need-
Ism than an unwillingness to be sur- But etlr all the tlmo with a long kitchen
prised or delighted. I spoon,
Once upon a time a city cousin In- If jfour “fudge" would be "fudgy” In
vlted a country girl from the far wilds | deed,
to come and pass a year under her roof.
The city woman found herself grbw- When It thickens enough to lift oft the
Ing a bit blase, nnd looked forward with | stove,
delight to having a fresh, Impression-1 Pour In your vanilla to taste,
able young mind In her home, and she Then beat It again with a light skillful
hoped lo Imbibe some of the country I hand,
girl's enthusiasm In the new pleasures You have two or thrqs minutes to
bestowed upon her. waste.
But the girl of IT passed through the I
year without once showing keen en- While cook greases tho pan; Just keep
joyment, surprise or curiosity. Her stirring around
whole manner was that of a phlegmat- Remember 'tls not work, but fun;
lo and dull old person who was bored I Then pour out your candy and aet It
with her eurroundlnge. ' » I to cool
The girl won not dull, not old and not I And when It Is very near dom
phlegmatic, as her cousin well knew,
and she puzzled vainly over the trying Cut Into squarea, Just the size of a
problems which meant such keen dls- bite,
appointment to her. Finally she pro- And pass It around with a will,
Kunded the question point blank to For when that haa vanished, 'tls eaky
her gueet. again
“I feel much regret,” she said, “that The pans with fresh candy to fill,
you do not eeem to enjoy the pleasures I —■ -■
:: have tried to give you. You have APRON8.
never once Indicated that anything you I when little girls wear aprons now-
saw, heard or experienced was more Q days they never give a thought to
than ‘very pretty' or 'quite nice.' VI hy bow ornamental or becoming they are,
have you beon so undemonstrative? I but they put them on because mamma
know It Is not your nature.' or nurse wishes re protect their pretty
“Because my mother told me If 11 clothes, but when there Is company In
showed any emotion of surprise or t b e parlor and mamma sends for them,
great pleasure that I would be consld- tbe aprons are laid aside, and there
ered a country girl," was the astonish- t h e y are In their nice fresh dresses, un-
Ing reply. hurt by their romping.
That seems to be the Idea of the ma. But long ago, when their great-grand-
Jorlty of country-bred people. Hut no j mother* were young, aprons were eon-
greater mistake could be made, for the B idered a very Important piece of cloth-
men and women who have seen much I | nff< lady's wardrobe was complete
of life. In many lands and under many I without a goodly supply of aprons;
skies, are the quickest to appreciate a I they were made by the dozens In every
new experience and to enjoy a new I stylo and design; gold and silver bro-
emotlon. cade aprons, aprons wrought with gold;
In Europe there ar e to be eijcount-1 " m i nU et" aprons, worn In that good
ered many of the provincial type, who old-fashioned dance, and coquettlshly
are unwilling to admit one advantage trimmed with bows and lace to suit
of the Old World over our new coun- t he fancy of the wearer, and there were
try. 'it don’t compare with what vt I gauze aprons and lawn-embroidered
have In America," or It lsn t much I aprons, and lessons were given and
like what we get In the States, have patterns sold for embroidering them,
become expressions familiar to Euro- Then) n0 temng . how long ago
pean ears. Ana such expressions from apron, came Into fashion. They doubt-
a large class of tourists have done much were among the many things which
to Impress the European mind that we [ came from England In the Mayflower.
end WHI6KIY HABITS
cured et home with
out pein. Book of pen
tlcuUre sent FfiF.E
CENTRAL OF GEORGIA RAILWAY.
Arrive From- I Depert To-
Jeekeonrllle.. 7jS nmlJlecou 3.00
Mecon 11.40 nmfMeron 4.Wpm
Merou Alt i-miJm-keonrUle... 1.10 |un
Mecoe puiiSaveuueb 9.13 pm friends.
FLAG THAT MADE THE 80NG.
Mrs. Gsorglana I* F. O. A. Hunter,
granddaughter of Colonel George Arm-
Istead, who commanded Fort McHenry
when the British bombarded It during
the war of 1812, and when Francis
Scott Key wrote "The Star Spangled
Banner," told a New York Sun reporter
the other day what she knew about the
history of the original flag.
This, she says, was the private prop
erty of her grandfather, Colonel Arml-
stead, and has descended to her only
brother, Eben Appleton, of this city. He
haa placed It In a Broadway trust com-
mny’s vaults, but refuses to disclose
tls address or to talk about the flag,
having been much annoyed on account
of his heirloom all his life.
When the fort was being bombarded
Key went to the British frigate Mln-
den, one of the bombarding fleet, un
der a flag of truce. On his way back
to Baltimore the next morning he saw
the starry flag still flying over the fort.
The sight Inspired him to write the
national ode.
Mrs. Hunter has a picture of the
original flag, which shows It to have
been an unusually large garrison flog,
about 80 feet by 40. It has 16 stripes,
as all ths national flags had at that
time, one stripe for each state.
The stars are well pointed, being 16
In number, except that one has been
•hot away by a shell. Aside from
this rent and another one at one cor
ner, also made by a shell, the flag Is
In excellent condition.
Some surprise has been expressed at
different times that the flag Is not now
and has not always been In the posses
sion of the national government. Mrs.
Baker explained this by saying that
the flag was presented to Colonel Armt-
stead by the government after the fight.
Mrs. Hunter says that the flag was the
property of Colonel Anqjstead, having
been presented to him by a committee
of fifty Baltimore citizens a few days
before the conflict. When he saw the
British fleet approaching he threw It to
the breeze.
Neither Mre. Hunter nor her brother
nor her sister Is connected with any
Revolutionary society, although they
all take Interest in patriotic affairs.
Eben Appleton, the owner of the flag,
lives In Manhattan Borough and Is
well-to-do. He keeps hls address a
complete secret, however, and Is re
garded as something of a recluse by hls
are a nation of provincials. I Queen Anne wore them, and of course
There Is a spot In P®rls so beautiful her j 0 y a t subjects followed her exam-
and so full of historic Interest that a pi,, and It Is probable tho early co-
temperamental person cannot Ph' 1 honlal dames put them to sterner use In
through It without feeling strongly the pioneer days.
stirred. It Is one of a hundred places If , ome enterprising person under-
In Paris, rich In architectural and ro- to0 |{ t0 hunt up and classify the various
mantle Interest. I doubt If the whole , t y| c , 0 f aprons, he would And hls
world can show another such combine. work „ difficult os the compiling of a
tlon of beauty, produced by nature and dictionary.
art and" seasoned with dramatic: asso- They have been put to so many uses
clarions, as this one. It Is half-way requiring variety In also and shape
down the Champs Elyaee. Standing that volumes might he written about
there one sees at the upper terminus of them. Ladles and children alike wear
that magnificent boulevard the great them even now, but tho days of orna-
Arc de Trtomph, which structure alone raen t are over—the apron fashion Is
Would havs made Bonaparte Immortal. no m ore.
At the lower terminus tho Place do
Concorde, with Cleopatra'e Needle, THE KING'8 X.
standing where the guillotine stood ....
during the greater part of the Revo-1 Every boy or girl who ever played
lutlon and where over fourteen thou-1 a game of tag knows what It means
sand heads were lost. To the right aro when some one during the game calls
the beautiful gardens and lovely trees. outi --F en tagging me; I have my fln-
and to the left the two exquisite pal- g ora crossed.” It means, of course, that
aces built at the time of tho great ex- |fi not fair to tag the player who
position; tho Incomparable bridge says this, and that he’s perfectly safe
Alexander m., said to be the most to do as he pleases,
beautiful structure of Its k'n" Ir Although we all know what this
world, and Just beyond ft the Invaltdes, means, I wonder how many have heard
Napoleon's majestic tomb, with the the origin of tly quaint custom?
Seine and the broad tree-shaded ave- Years and years ago, In the times
nue and the tender skies to complete when men wore heavy Iron clothes and
the picture. Iron pots for hats, and people like
Napoleon led triumphal armies down Robin Hood really lived outside of
this boulevard. On tho 24th of JunA story books, men were wild and law-
1791. Louis XVI. and Marie Antoinette less Education was sadly neglected,
wore followed by a howling mob of and about the only thing that men real-
thirty thousand people tho length of ly knew well was how to fight and to
this avenue, and never again knew defend their rights,
freedom. The day following the queen's The poor stood little chance of Jus-
blond hair had turned snow-whlto at rice, for the law courts were few and
the age of 86. I tar between, and seldom fair; and so by
Yet a foolish young woman from an some of the higher class P^rlo who
interior American town decides she hsd learned to know aome law and or-
hnn iMn nothin? hero to lntoroflt her: I dor, plicci of rofuso w®ro provided for
that Parlt Is most disappointing, and the TiJlf^hurcliS^or
that America Is "way ahead of It." *Vh.*,e re VlS kino’s ^wn^ouie Thev
Such an Individual Is not worth • ^. r Jl s 5!i|L t ?h« k "K t re»'s W Cfoss * or the
^ C oS?lg t <!d 0 re h l t lit. y n t to t rema7i t . a of n rei2 V^sy" g”t ‘fh”
rrerelwTndT^dTknXTaft'hi? ““ “5^ "? e * t , / lth ,he,r fln '
are supposed by foreigners to Indicate « er * u n Blgn 01 ,ar<lly '
the average American mentality. rv„„i
Can we wonder that Americans are | H&.V0 8- KBS-l VRCfltlOn
Dear Little Women: Last week several of you were represented on
our page. Janet Barrow sent a good short story, “John’s Goats," and there
wore Interesting letters from Cora Moore Harrelson, Margaret Martyn, Clara
Bell and Maud Loehr Allen. This week Christine Brown writes to us from
Sharon, Ga. You ask that I reply to your letter, Christine, and so I will
right here and now. I am glad you are to have a long vacation, nnd hops
you will enjoy every single moment of It. I wish I were there to go with
you after wild plums, for nothing Is more fun than a plum hunt, especially
when the plums are so big and luscious as those that grow there about
Sharon. Yes, the watermelons are here In Atlanta, and I thank you for
hoping that I got some of them. The best ones are those that we get In
the country, and I am very sure you will have some fine ones this summer.
Now that you all have your vacations, you will find time to write some
letters to our page, and to send us some stories. Make your stories brief,
else we will not have room for them. And address all manuscripts to Mar
jory Daw, care The Atlanta Georgian. Your loving friend.
MARJORY DAW.
Bharon, Ga, June 12, 1907.
Dear Marjory Daw: I am a little girl, 9 years old. and I thought I would
write you a letter.
Our school has closed, and It won’t start again until September. We
have had a great many wild plums, but they are most all gone now. I
saw In the paper that there were some watermelons In Atlanta I hope you
got some. Answer my letter. CHRISTINE BROWN.
"THE HUMMING BIRD."
By "Blue Eyes.”
One afternoon In June Adelyn and Claire, also their auntie, wero seat
ed on the front porch of their auntie's home, when all of a sudden Adelyn
cried: "Oh, auntie, auntie! what kind of bird Is that?" She waited, for no
answer came. Calling Claire to coma they followed the humming bird, for
such It proved to be, through fields and wooda until they cams to the
nicest spot of grass and moss. Just above this was one of ths prettiest lit
tle nests and right Into this little neat went the bird. Clatra and Adelyn
were so pleased to see that the little bird lived In such a pretty little
house, all lined with moss and hair, and In this nest were three of the
prettiest little blrda all of different color.
The two girls watched the bird so long that when they started home It
was quite dark.
A PLEA8ANT SURPRISE.
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By Maggie Rogers.
One day Mary and Fido went out to play. Directly they cams running
noisily upstairs, where Mary's mother was sewing.
Then Mary cried: “Oh. mamma mammal what do you think? Old
Speckle has three baby chlckena and I have named them FlufL .MuffTand
Puff. Don't you think those are pretty names for thomT"
"Very pretty. Indeed," said her mother. 1 . |
And Mary went away happy.
The Fairy Godmother
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masses’of luCani?** ^ Kreat |and read The Georgian and
It la one of the Jesti of fate that peo. KeWS GVerV daV whilo away,
pie like that youn* woman are given I a Apr
the time and mean* to travel. FarlDCllt GVCryWllOrO 40 C6HtS &
better for them and their country were Uvwvnfh 10 /»nnfn n
they to remain In their native villages HJOIlta, J.U Cents a # WeCK,
till death claimed them. Phone 4928 Or Write ClTCUia-
The other extreme Is also to be en- .. mi,.
countered In foreign lands—the Amerl-ltiOIl dGpOXtinent 1110 CrGOr-
esn who has lost hls head over Euro- ’A VpwR No trouble
pean delights and who feels !?e can K iai J ai u iiO bruuuie
never endure tho society of hls native to CUaDKG addreSS
country &fcaln, and who decries every-» °
t* Ing American and lauds everything,
French and English or German. Learn to enjoy what life offers and to
There Is a happy medium which express that enjoyment frankly,
would be well to seek when go|ng Into It will make you friends, and It will
new realms, and there are si few rules help you to give and receive pleasure as
It Is wise to observe. you go through life.
First of all, avoid boasting of what The young person without enthusl-
you left at home. asm or spontaneity Is a flower with-
The foreign host can only Judge of I out color or perfume,
your country by Its representatives. Europe has much to offer the youth
Make yourself so praiseworthy that you of America. It has history, culture,
speak volumes by your mere silent I romance, art, experience,
presence for the nobility of your land. I America has youth, scenery, ambl-
Look for whatever Is excellent and I tlon, opportunity, courage, Ideals. The
worth emulating In the country and Old World needs to visit America and
people you visit, and speak freely of I America needs to visit the Old World,
these things. Remember them, and I Each has something to give, some-
when possible adopt them. Notice what I thing to receive.
Is Inferior to your own land, but do not I The tired and blase Old World will
make It your business to talk about It I And new aspirations, new courage. In
on every street corner or In every shop I the example of America, and America
or drawing room you chance to enter should And new ambitions for txcel-
whlle abroad. If you are asked to dls- I lence, new and enlarged comprehen-
cuss these matters do so frankly, hon- I slon of what culture means, by con-
estly and at the same time tastefully. I tact with Ehirope.
But do not feel that the salvation of I The woi\r rivalry cannot be yi
the country you are visiting depends connection with America and Europe,
on your laudation of America a« the I There can be no rivalry between an
•‘one and only” land on earth. old man sitting among hls household
There are others. gods and dreaming of a long, eventful
And of all things, do not brand your- post end a youth In the glory of hls
self as a hopeless provincial by refus- adolescence, crude, uncultured, but
Ing to see and acknowledge the beau- looking forward to great achievements,
tlful and wonderful things which the I One has a wonderful post, the other a
Old World has to offer us, nor brand wonderful future.
yourself os a toady and a fool by de- But the advantage In association Is
sptslng your own land and Imitating I mainly to the beneflt of the youth. If
foreigners. Cultivate common seqse. I he will, there Is vast helpfulness for him
And If you are a young woman, re- In acquaintance with the old man. He
member this: There Is no charm great- has little to give, but much to receive,
er In youth than enthusiasm—not gush. I Only the provincial and the Ignorant
not hysteria, but genuine, spontaneous I egotist esn deny this or refuse the hen-
enthusiasm—and delight In small pleas- eflts to be obtained from the aoiocla-
ures Is a far greater accomplishment I tlon.
than much learning or showy mental I And only the fool and toady will fall
endowment. I at the feet of the Old World and for-
If you do not possess It, cultivate It I get the glory of belonging to the New.
By BELLE MOSES.
When Cinderella of ancient fame married
the 1’rlnce and Went with him to lire In the
palace of the King, hla father, ahe took
with her the glaaa allppera which had
brought her good, fortune snd happlneaa.
“Sorer part with them, mv daughter,”
said tbe fairy godmother, on tho eve of her
wedding, “for ovll will befall your houao If
tho sllppera are taken away from you.”
So the young Prlnceaa bad a glass ci .
„jado for them, and, they were placed under
lock and key, upon a pedestal In her own
apartment.
At last tho old King died, and the Prince
signed In hla father's stead. Aa tho roars
r jiaaod a llttli Prlnco and Princess played
aroand tbe palaco, and throughout the
kingdom ons could hOTe not found a hap
pier family.
The Queen spent much time with these
two t>enutlful children, and In their long
twilight talks In winter time, when the
7c log fire went biasing up the cblmuey;
_ In the eummer tlmo, beneath ruetllng
tree*, she told them of ber qwn neglected
childhood. How eho had been forced to elt
among tho cinder*, where ahe phlrered with
tbo cold, end how ahe had worked from
morning till night, like any common kitchen
mold.
And then ebe reached the part of her
story which always pleased the children.
"And so yon went to tho ball.” said tbe
little Prlnceaa, "snd you dropped your slip
per.”
"And our father found It,” put In the
Prince, "and our deareet mamma was the
only maiden In all the kingdom who could
wear eo tiny a shoo."
"If I could only eoo the fair godmother,”
cried tho Princess, running to tbo glass
case, and standing on tiptoe, for anothor
look at the wonderful allppera.
"Perhapa yon will eome day,” said tho
Qncen with s *m!le.
She had never told her children about her
wicked stepsisters, for she had quite for
given their conduct to her. Sba had even
gone so far sa to receive them st court,
end had showered glfta upon them. Hut
they never forgave her for the possession
of those allppera, and only bided their time
beautiful slippers. I can trust them to so
one in the nalace who would guard them
more, carefully than my own little girt and
going to her Jewel
it two thlri gold
obliged to pa/ some
tho neighboring roynltlcs. A gorgeous cav-
‘ ‘ ‘ghta and servants was to ac-
* i children wore wild
of state among
cicada of knights and l '
company them, and th#
with excitement over the. preparations.
Their majesties woro to be away for a
woek, during which time the Prince and
Princess were to be left in eburge of tbo
Queen’s moat trusted lady-Jn-waltlng.
"You must bo good children," said tho
“ *— — "er departure,
caro of my
the Queen rose, and
casket, ahe took from
chains, from each ono of which hung a
S olden key. She clasped ono chain around
ho neck of the Prlnco and tbe other
around the neck of tho Princess.
“These,” she said, “are magic keys. On*
opens the door of the little cabinet on which
tho slipper case stands; that key 1 have
8 laced in your keeping, my eon; and you,
ear littlo daughter, have the keeping of
the sllppor case itself. If danger threatens.
and It was then that
irs decided to carry off
tho slipper*. So they stopped In their
harlots nt tho palaco, ostensibly to find out
i*w tb-i dritr children w»*r(* getting nn.
Neither the Prlnco nor the Princess liked
these ladles, though they could not tell
theso ladle* wonld never have wnndored i
freely through the palace. They even lu-
vaded the dear room which held the sup
ers In their glans case, though the Queen
ad expressly forbidden any one but her
children to enter there.
The children did not know of their pres-
enco In tho palace on this special day and
,—>— g ar jj en> Suddenly
hla doublet near tho
throat
"Something burns me.” he said.
"And me. too," said the Princess, pulling
st her chain.
"The keys, tho keys! There Is danger to ,
tho slippers.” cried tho Prince, and, drop-
ping his ball, tore to tbo palace, closely fol- !
lowed by hls littlo slater.
Reaching the Queen's apartments the chtl- i
dron drew a sigh of relloL the slippers were
still there, but footatope were heard com-i
down tho corridor.
..earcr and nearer they drew* Tbe chlW i
dren stood listening, tafia. In, hand, the i
keys still burning over their-loyal lfttie
hearts, Tho Prince unclasped the chain
door In tho cabinet, which swung open wa!
the Instant.
"Thank yoo, my dear.** said a voice from
within, and out stepped the daintiest ilttlej
old woman with a pointed cap and a wandj
In her bund. Thoy knew at ouce it waa the i
fairy godmother.
“There le no time to low,** she said In e,
whisper. "Undo the slipper caa% chlld^or I
may bo too late to saro them. Don't ask]
me sn^ questions now—we caartalk after^f
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The Myth of the Blue Bird j
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By INEZ ETHEL JACK80N.
Long, long ago when th« world was
very young, before there were many
people, God planed In Hls torests birds
of all colon nnd no one knew their
names. Their lives were freo from the
hunter nnd they flew from tree tp tree
without fear. No ona can Imaglna the
aweetnesa of thalr Bongs, for llfa was
new to them, and they tang; their very
hearts and souls gave pralso and thanks
for that life.
Among the many songsters there
came, one time, a tiny baby bird. R
was plain brown. Day by day It grew
a little larger and flew from twig 'to
twig. At last It was as large ae the
other birds and could fly quite ns well.
In the topmoet branch of the tallest
tree It built Its nest. Then through the
woods It went, exploring each nook and
fairy dell till It thought there was noth
Ing left to see.
Up In her lofty home ahe sat, won'
dering where to go that she might en
joy some new scene. Looking up, far
above her, she beheld an expanse of
blue that she had never noticed before.
"I wonder what that Is, and where it
will take me?” she sold to herself.
Oh,.It seemed so for away, but per.
haps she might get to It If she flew
long enough. Bo the ever anxious bird
started on her long Journey.
At last It seemed os though It would
take her but a short tlms to get there.
But she was hungry and weary. "Oh,”
the sighed, "shall I ever find out what
It Is?" One last effort was made, and
finally she came to a faint pale blue
zone. It was a reflection from ths
blue of the eky.
As the bird drew nearer the color
deepened till It was almost duelling. On
and on she flew, now right In the very
heart of the blue. But all she saw was
the deep, deep blue everywhere.
Disappointed nnd weary, with no
where to rest, ths was going to try to
get back to her own little nest, when
I'alnt sounds of music cams floating to
her. How restful, how street and soft!
Her strength was given back to her,
and she became a new bird, she felt so
light and happy. On she loaredl the j
•trains of musla grew more distinct and j
even more beautiful.
“Surely." thought the little gird,
"there la something more than this blue
which seems to bs everywhere." ,
No, nothing else for ths little bird.
Bo, with the strains of muslo la her
ears, sha began to drop down, dawn,
down onco more to her woodland home, j
The soft musical sounds died away.!
She was far below the dazzling blue!
now, and It seemed faint and pale In
the distance.
Below her, very close, were the tall
trees of her own home. After some
seeking she found her cozy nesL She
cuddled down to go to sleep, but spied
tome blue on ber win*. Looking more
closely, the once plain brown little bird
saw that she was covered with the,
most wonderful blue. Tbs blue of the
sky had left its mark. Ah, such a col
or! And was ever bird more beauti
ful?
And now something was gained by
her long, tiresome Journey. So each
year as the world grows older and be
comes more and more peopled this bird
H more widely known, and from Its
color, heaven's own hue. It Is known aa
the dear little blue bird.
THE MERRY BROOKLET.
Little Merry Brooklet,
Flaying In the aun.
Is a happy streamlet.
Always on the run.
Down the hillside romping.
Over peaks to fall—
Little Merry Brooklet,
Loved by children alL
On her sparkling booom
Littlo boats do ply,
While across her wavelets
Summer birdies fly.
Through her waters wading
Joyous children play;
Coming with tbe morning
And staying all the day.