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GEORGE was the only son of a
widow, who also had two little
girls. He was a good boy and
tried hard to help his mother, but he
was afraid of being laughed at.
His mother worked in an office
downtown and so George had almost
complete charge of his sisters during
the day. He took them to school in
the morning and brought them home
at night and was supposed to stay with
them until their mother returned from
her work.
Now, In Winter this was not hard to
do and It made the mother very happy
to come home and find everything
warm and comfortable and her three
little children safe. But In Summer
It was very hard to "have to stay in
the yard and take care of girls when
all the boys went fishing or off In the
woods.
They would come and call to George
and say, "Can the nurse leave her
babies and come to play with us?"
Such things as this made George feel
that ho was badly abused.
One day when the boys began to
make fun of him he could stand it no
longer and, shutting the gate, he told
his sisters not to leave the yard. They
started to cry, but, as the other boys
began to laugh, he paid no attention
to them and went off whistling loudly.
He went to a pond with the boys
and at any other time would have en
Joyed their fun immensely, but he kept
thinking of his mother and sisters and
finally could stand it no longer, so he
bade the boys good-by and went home.
As he neared his street he saw the
The Dragon
FOR some reason or other the
Dragon has always stood "on the
wrong side of the fire." In days
gone by, no man was considered "brave
and true" until he had fought and con
quered the dragon. In those days it
stood for all evil, and one must fight
long and bard to overcome Its influence.
And, one must fight alone no friendly
hand could help.
But if the thoughts of the youth were
good, and his spirit brave, he always
won the battle.
fire engine dashing along and on ask
ing the number of the alarm, was told
it was the one nearest to bis own
house. When he heard this be felt
that it was his house that was burn
ing. He knew his sisters would, be
frightened. Perhaps they would be
burned to death!
What would he say to hie mother?
She had trusted him and he had brok
en his word. What would he do7 He
seemed to hear his little sisters cry
ing to him and he hurried faster and
faster.
As he got near his home he saw
great clouds of smoke, and tears blind
The King's White Rabbits
BY CHARLOTTE RUSH.
ONCE upon a time there was a boy
King who ruled in a country far
away. He had everything he
wanted and his friends were always
sending him presents.
One day two beautiful white rabbits
were sent to him. He was very much
pleased and every morning would go
and feed and play with them.
One day when he went to give them
their breakfast he found they were not
there. He called all the people to the
palace and told them - he would grant
any wish to the person that found his
rabbits.
A little girl whose father was the
King's gardener started at once to look
for the rabbits. She looked at the cab
bage' garden and found that some of
the cabbages had been nibbled.
So she followed and at last caught
up to the rabbits, who were eating
the young leaves as happily as could
Then and ISfow
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The modern dragon still hnnts round
for whom he may destroy. Sometimes
he's walking through the streets,
sometimes In stores, or trolley cars, or
even on the way to school, he lies in
wait for folks afraid.
But if one's brave, he runs away
because no harm can ever eome to one
whose thoughts are good.
If thoughts are good, then day by
day, the courage grows and one by one
old faults, will disappear and by and
by we see no more tbe dragon in the
shadows by the way.
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ed his eyes ' so that he could not look.
He heard someone call his name and
when he found It was' a neighbor he
begged for news of his sisters.
The man began to laugh and told
him that it was only a vacant barn in
a nearby lot which some tramp had
set on fire.
How everything cleared than. Ho
rushed home, grabbed his little sisters
and kissed them, promising them that
he would never leave them alone again.
Whon his mother arrived home he
confessed to her what he had done. She
forgave him and told him be bad bad
such a good lesson that she felt sura
he would never break his word again.
be. The little girl had often fed them,
so when she called they came up to
her and she put them in her apron and
carried them back to the King.
The King was happy because he had
his pets back and remembered his
promise, so asked the little girl what
she wanted.
She said: "Please, I would like Just
one white rabbit for my own."
So the King said he would give her
what she had asked, and now the little
girl is happy with a rabbit of her, own,
but she doesn't forget to often feed
the other rabbits which belong to the
King.
TOPS IN MANY LANDS.
Boys of almost every country play
with tops. The -tops may be made of
bone, wood, stone, horn, nuts or ice.
They may be plain or gaily decorated,
large or small; boys never seem to get
tired of playing with them.
In Japan, top spinning is a regular
profession. Boys begin training for It
while very young, and some of them
can do all kinds of wonderful tricks
with their tops. At feasts and parties
the guests are entertained by profes-
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Father Foldup.
Dear Little Ones: Here are some new cut-outs for you cutouts that will move their arms and legs and
heads. They are called the Fold-Up Family. They are going to be printed on your page every Sunday for
awhile. Today we have Father Fold-Up. First paint him, make his suit brown or gray, his shoes black, his
face and hands flesh color. Then paste the pieces of Father Fold-Up on heavy paper and cut them out. Now,
if you will get some older member of your family to bring you some little brass "McGill Fasteners" you can
fit the pieces together where the round holes are found. Punch the holes open and put the fastener through,
the little pieces bent over at the back. If you just can't get fasteners, use a pin and push it through the holes
and bend it over the back. '
Mother Fold-Up will be printed next Sunday. After that all the little Fold-Ups. New "!rork Press.
sional top-eplnners, who are tireless
In their efforts ta please. The Em
peror has a favorite top-spinner ,t bJa
court, and this man is honored and on
vied by all ethers. The Japanese make
many beautiful and Interesting tops,
among- which are curious puzzles which
perhaps you have tried to solve.
Chinese boys are very clever at
. making tops do tricks. Their teps are
usually made, of bamboo nd spun with
a string,
Indian boys like best to- play with
tops in Winter, pr they like to spin
them on the -ice. Some of them call
tops "dancers," and this seems to be a
good name, for they spin merrily on
the Ice. Most of their tops are whipped
into action. The whip used (a a short
stick to which la fastened ft kind of
brush made of long strips of buckskin.
Sometimes the top -is started by wind
ing all the buckskin around the top
and pulling it away quickly. Or the
top is taken in the hands and whirled
faster and faster until it Is sent spin
ning to the floor. Then the whip Is
used to keep It spinning.
In IndU- there is a special top spin
ning season. In this battles of tops
are fought by young and old, and for
a long time before all are busy pre
paring for this occasion. '
GAMES OP THH ROMANS.
The Romans, who were one of the
greatest raoes that ever lived, loved
games which taxed agility and
strength.
Parly in Rome's day her Kings built
ft large space for their games. It was
a mile around, and there were seats'
enough for many people.
The games held here were part of
their religion, and before they started
statues of their gods were carried
around. It was a religious duty to be
a soldier, and the games were held
to train men for this duty. The five
tests of strength and cleverness were
running, leaping, boxing, wrestling and
throwing of quoits.
Ancient people did not play, the
game of quoits as we do. We aim at
ft certain mark, and it is as bad to
throw beyond it as to fall short of
hitting the mark. But in those times
the players tried to see how far they
could throw. The best man was the
one who could throw farther than any
of the others.
The young men of these old days
excelled in all feats of skill and
strength, but after a while they pre
ferred to be amused by watching others
fight and wrestle, and soon lost their
interest in their own strength. When
this happened it was an easy matter
for other nations to conquer the Ro
mans. OEIGIX OF1 DECORATION DAY.
During the Civil War many of the
Southern women used to lay flowers on
the graves of the soldiers in loving
memory of their bravery. They not
only decorated the graves of their own
men, but also those of the. Northerners
who died in the South.
In May of 1868. three years after the
close of the war. General John A. Lo
gon, who was commander of the Grand
Army of the Republic, deeded to set
aside a day ' especially for strewing
flowers on soldiers' graves,, so he sent
out an order naming May 30 as that
day.
Ever since then, in almost all states
in the Union, May 30 has been a holi
day and almost everybody decorates
one or more graves with the choicest
blossoms of nature.
- "EVERY MAN'S A BRICK."
Iu olden times most of the cities
were surrounded by large walls built
of brick and stone. These walls were
to protect the inhabitants of the city
from enemies and also to prevent slaves
from escaping.
One evening a Persian Ambassador
with a large company of attendants
entered the City of Sparta. He was
greatly surprised that there was ne
city wall and no towers, and there
seemed to be ne slaves, but every man
seemed to be his- own master.
He asked the ruler of Sparta where
the walla of the city were. The Spar,
tan invited him to go to the top ef a
high temple the next morning at sun
rise and said he would be shown the
city's walls.
The next morning. Just as the sun
was climbing up over the hills, they
went to the top of the temple. Below
them they saw the brave young men
of the city In their bright armor. The
sun shone brightly on thern every man
as true aa steel. The King turned
proudly to the Persian and said: "See
Sparta's city wall. Every man down
there is a brick,"
THINGS EVERY HOT WILL. DO,
Instituting a comparison between
boys and girls, in which it correctly
states that the girl of today partioU
pates very little in household work and
does practically nothing to reduce ex
penditure. The Minneapolis Tribune
states:
"Boys have not reached that stage
of civilisation which afflicts girls. . . -Boys
can be set to amuse themselves
just as they could In more primitive
times."
Boys, indeed, offer a fixed standard
of conduct, which the mutabilities ef
thousands of years, including diver
gence of race and climatio conditions,
have not been able to alter. We see
the same characteristics in the boy of
the slums, up to a certain age, that we
do In the son of the millionaire. It Is
only when boys' grow up that they
yield to environment and'babit.
Here are some of the things common
to every boy which civilization has set
been able to affect:
Every boy will fight at the drop of
the hat.
Every boy bates to be dressed up.
Every boy hates girls.
Every boy will lie to save himself
from punishment.
Every boy throws stones.
Every boy says haughty words.
Every boy will associate with any
other boy he likes, regardless of any
thing, such as money, position, etc
When, say up to 12, a boy does not
conform to these rules there Is some
thing the matter with him. Regarded
from the standpoint of the other boys,
he Is "no good." Life.
WOSDERFCL DOG THINKS.
Maeterlinck, in Metropolitan Magazine.
The case of the Elberfield horses no
longer stands quite alone. There exists
at Mannheim a dog of rather doubtful
breed who performs almost the same
feats as his equine rivals. He is less
advanced than they in arithmetic, but
does little additions, subtractions and
multiplications of one or two figures
correctly. He reads and writes by
tapping with his paw in accordance
with an alphabet which, it appears, he
has thought out for himself; and his
spelling also is simplified and pho
neticized to the utmost. He distin
guishes the colors in a bunch of flow
ers, counts the money in a purse and
separates tie marks from the pfen
nigs. He knows how to seek and find
words to define the object or the pic
ture placed before him. You show
him, for 'instance, a bouquet in a vase
and ask him what it is.
"A glass with little flowers," he re
pli es.
And his answers are often curiously
spontaneous and original. In the course
of a reading exercise in which the
word herbst. Autumn, chanced to at
tract attention. Professor William Mac
kenzie asked him if he could explain
what Autumn was.
"It is the time when there are ap
ples," Rolf replied.
On the same occasion the same pro
fessor, without knowing what it rep
resented, held out to him a card
marked with red and blue squares.
"What's that?"
"Blue, red, lots of cubes," replied the
dog.
Here Is the
Cut-out
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Family
Father Foldup.
When He's Put Together.
When He'. Folded Up.
j Herself.
OCE there were two little girls
named Dolly and May who lived In
houses next to each other and who
played together all the time, from
morning until night.
They had many toys and had lots of
fun playing house with their dolls.
Their birthdays were only a wsek
apart, and on Polly's birthday her
mother gave ber a large doll with long
black curls. It was very beautiful and
she was very happy with it until on
May's birthday May's mother gave
her little daughter a golden-haired doll.
Then Dolly began to wonder If her
own doll was pretty. She wished May
hadn't a new doll, and she thought so
many bad things that Instead of being
a happy little child she was a most
disagreeable girl and no one could tell
wha t had made the change in her.
She was cross to her little playmate,
and little May, who loved her deaily,
was very unhappy. Although they still
played together, Dolly was so unkind
to May that May was miserable.
One day when they were playing at
May's house May's mother sent them on
an errand and they left the dolls in
care of little Bob, May's brother. When
they returned Bob met them at the
gate with the news .that the dog had
run off with May's doll.
Naughty Dolly's heart gave a glad
little Jump and she gave a little cry
of delight, i Now May wouldn't have
any new doll and her doll would be
Swinging A Springtime Rhyme
Swing high, swing low!
Up in the apple tree we go.
Among the blossoms, fair and sweet.
Where honey bees are having a
treat.
(They fly away their food to store.
But soon return to gather more.)
Swing low, swing high!
Feeling as if we really could fly.
We peep in the shy little robin's
nest.
Busy mother bird is so distressed.
Feed your babies, never fear,
We'll not hurt them, mother dear.
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The dear little leaves are waking
From their, long, dark Winter's
sleep.
The buds are alive and bursting
With secrets they cannot keep.
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the prettiest. She seemed so happy
you would have thought something
pleasant had happened.
May said nothing, but ran quickly
to the porch, where sho found that,
instead of her' doll, it was Dolly's doll
that had been carried off. When Dolly
heard this she began to cry and would
not be comforted.
May did her Lest and offered her
any of her toys, even her new doll, if
she would stop crying. When Dolly saw
how unselfish May was the grow
ashamed and told May tho mean things
she had thought about her. Sho beggeid
May's forgiveness and May kissed her
and they made up.
In a few minutes back came the do
with the doll in his mouth, and whsn
they took it away from him they found
that the only damage done was a small
tear in the dress. This was soon
mended and the two little girls were
soon playing happily together again.
They were playmates and friends for
many years, but Dolly never forgot the
unselfishness of May in offering her
her new doll when the dog ran away
with hers.
You've guarded, year home and se
cret well .
We found you out, but well' sever
tell.
Swing high, swing low! -Backward
and forward, up we go.
Swinging so merrily, happy and
free.
Who in tbe world Is as bappy as
we?
Sheltered so well from the glaring
sun.
Ready to rest when the day is done.
Clara E. Detweiler.
Let's hearken awhile and listen.
And learn of the long, cold night,
When, wrapped in the snow and
darkness.
They waited for Spring and light.
I L. D. Stearns.
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