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• ^ s 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 Prees Huddleston Prlptln, Co., 21 8. Forsyth Syl Lester ft Co 2H N. Brood V. P. Sisson 9 N. Forsyth N. C. Tompkins 16 W. Alohemm 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. ■-—r' 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 IIHIMIMIIIUHNMMItlll 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 ihmhmmhhhhmihiimmihhhimhmihmmimmim RIHIHMNMMIMHHIM The Myth of the Blue Bird j IHM..IIII*I..II.I...MHI.MI......I.IMI.HI.....U..I..I*MII.IIHI*IH1Hl.im*MI(IMH4.H«H.|.l 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.