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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.
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