The Presbyterian of the South : [combining the] Southwestern Presbyterian, Central Presbyterian, Southern Presbyterian. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1909-1931, July 07, 1909, Page 12, Image 12
12 THE PRESBYTERIA
For the Children
SIX TIMES NINE.
I studied my tables over and over
And backward and forward too;
But I couldn't remember six times nine,
And I didn't know what to do,
Till my sister told me to play with my doll,
And not to bother my head.
"If you call her Fifty-four for a while,
You'll learn it by heart," she said.
So I took my favorite Mary Ann,
Though I thought it a dreadful shame
To give such a perfectly lovfely child
Such a perfectly horrid name;
And 1 called her dear little "Fifty-four"
A hundred times, till I knew
The answer of six times nine as well
As the answer of two times two.
Next duy Elizabeth Wiggleswoith,
Who always acts so proud.
Said, "Six times nine is fifty-two,"
"And I nearly laughed aloud.
But I wish I hadn't, for teacher said,
"Now, Dorothy, tell if you can."
I thought of my doll, and?sakes alive!
I answered, "Mary Ann!"
KNEW HIM AT SIGHT.
One of the principal annual events in Chicago is the
great live-stock show, which is usually held late in
November or early in December. It is attended by
stock-breeders and fanciers from all parts of the coun- .
try, and even from Europe. Many of the visitors
wear costly fur or skin overcoats, and present an im
posing spectacle as they stroll along the streets of the
city.
Among the vistors at a live-stock show a few years
ago was a large, white-bearded man who wore an
enormous overcoat, reaching nearly to his feet, that
looked as if it had been made from the hide of a polar
bear. Soon after his arrival, and while he was walking
along near the stock-yards, a little girl who had
been playing in front of a tenement house happened
to see him. For a full minute she gazed at him in
open-eyed wonder. Then she timidly approached.
"Please," she said, "I'd like to whisper something
to you."
"Me?" said the stranger, stooping until his ear was
within whispering distance.
"What is it, little one?"
"I want a wax doll."
"A what?"
"A real wax doll,?for Christmas, you know,?one
that will open and shut its eyes; one that's got slippers
on its feet. Don't forget!"
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"Oh, I know who you are. You're Santa Claus."
The man straightened up.
"Why, yes, of course. But don't tell anybody.
You're the only one that has found it out. I'll see
that you get the doll and it will be just the kind
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you want. I haven't niy pack with me, but I'll pick
out the doll, all right. What's your name?"
She told him, and gave him the number of the tenement
in which she and her mother had the top rooms,
and he made a memorandum on a scrap of paper he
found in one of his pockets. Then, bidding the little
girl a cordial "Good-bye," he resumed his walk. Later
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... uc uruppea into one ot the largest toy
stores in Chicago, and looked over the stock of wax
dqlls.
"What's this one worth?" he asked, having found
one that fulfilled all the requirements.
"Five dollars," said the shop-girl.
"Can I order it now and have it delivered on Christmas
Eve, without fail?"
"Yes, sir,"
"Sure?"
"We'll guarantee it, sir."
"All right," he said, handing her the scrap of paper.
"Send it to this address, and mark it 'From Santa
Claus.' Here's your five dollars." .
Replacing in his pocket the fat roll of bills from
which he had extracted the necessary "V," he waited
for his receipt, and five minutes later he wnc ;? +1-..0
street again, making his way to his hotel.?Youth's
Companion.
MRS. QUAIL'S YARD.
By Hilda Richmond.
One day Betty and Richard came flying in from the
wheat-field, all out of breath, to tell of a wonderful discovery
they had made. Right out in the wheat was a
lovely little nest with twelve white eggs in it, and something
had hurt the poor mother bird.
"She could hardly run through the wheat," said
Richard as Soon as he could stop panting. "I guess her
wing was broken."
"Yes, and she was making a pitiful little noise as if
it hurt dreadful," gasped Betty. "Won't you come right
out and help us find her, -grandpa? Maybe we could
bind up her poor wing."
Then how grandpa had to laugh.
"Children, she was only joking you," he said. "You
see, she did not want you to stay near her nest, so she
played her wing was broken. When I was a little boy,
I used to run after quails time and again, but I know
better now. They lead you as far away as possible, and
then dart back as auicklv as thpv ran
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their eggs."
"Naughty bird!" said Betty; but Richard laughed
and said, "I think they'are very smart birds."
"When the men cut the wheat they will break her
eggs, grandpa," said Betty.
wen, saic grandpa with a twinkle in his eye, "if
she is a naughty bird, you will not be sorry if the nest I
is broken up, will you?" I
"Yes, indeed," said Betty. "May we take it up very
carefully and put it in. the fence-corner, grandpa?"
"No, you could not do that," said Mr. Gray. "I willH
tell the men to leave a little strip of wheat around Mrs.
Quail's home for a front yard. She is a good little friend
of mine, and I can afford to waste a little wheat to
protect her."