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, TTTC SUNDAY OTlKGOXTAy. rOHTLAm yOVEIRER 29, 1914. ' ? - The Story of George Handel, Musician OVER 200 years ago. In a little town in Germany. George Handel was born. He was a bright baby and was much loved by all his people. He was much like other little ones and played the same games and with the same kinds of toys. Like other children, he was attracted by -sweet music. He also tried to sing and it was very sweet to hear the little voice lisping baby songs, As time went on he seemed so fond of music that his father. Dr. Handel, became alarmed. He wanted his son to be a lawyer, not a musician, and he sent all the musical instruments out of the house and gave orders that George was never to be taken where he might hear music. But George loved music so much that he could not give it up and he hid an old spinet in the, attic and there he would go every chance he got and prac tice on it. so that by the time he was a little over 6 he could play nicely on it. All this time his father thought that his commands were being obeyed. Now, one day when Dr. Handel was going to visit a grown-up son who was servant to a Duke, the little boy want ed to go and when his father said "No" anil started, the little boy ran after the coach as fast as he could. His father stopped and finally allowed George to go with him. At the Duke's palace the lad heard some music and, stealing away, be traced the sounds to the chapel. When the music was finished and he was alone with the organ he could not re sist the temptation to try the keys, so he climbed up on the seat and began to play. He played softly at first and then louder and louder, until the sounds reached the Duke's room. The Duke sent to learn who was playing so beautifully and discovered the child. At first George was fright ened, but the Duke was so kind that the boy told him all about his love for music. The Duke then advised Dr. Handel to allow his eon to study music and the doctor reluctantly agreed to do so. When they got home George began to study with Zackau, the organist of the cathedral at Hale. He worked so well that In three years he had learned all that this master could teach him. Dur ing this time he learned to play the or gan, the violin, the hautboy and the spinet. Besides this he composed mu sic and every week he wrote a new piece for his teacher. Zackau wanted the boy to go to Ber lin to study and so his father sent him there. At this time he was only 11 years old. He studied hard there and learned rapidly. He had many friends and alsc a few enemies, who were Jeal ous of his playing. One rf these, a musician, wrote a piece of music so hard that he didn't think Handel could play it. One day when some friends were listening to George playing, this musician suddenly asked the boy to play the new music. The child played -some HiYdS-"SdicJ Tom Raise. Bees And Sell -trie Hohev - (j?or livino is expensive -And I verity need he money") And a oVet WAV Xb o1frcv the. &rS uoth tommy -"vyfthoot" Vtl Will be Yo rise Some oe wiftP'- GtfgS-l And oiter- -mem it through perfectly. This made the musician more Jealous than ever. In the midst of all his success Han- f " U- -1 I oel del was sent for by his father, who was bowls, saucers or umbrellas and range growing old. Soon after Handel got In size from a tiny thing that can hard home the doctor died. The family was ly be seen without a microscope up to then very poor and George, only 13 a big umbrella, two yards across, with years old, had to help support his streamers 100 feet long, mother. The main part of the body is called When he was 18 years old he went to Hamburg, where he first played the violin in an orchestra andpre- tended he didn't know much about music. One day the leader was absent and Handel took his place. When he played the harpischord everyone stopped to listen and even the or chestra forgot to play. After this he became leader and gave lessons. Besides this he composed music He began to save money and sent as much as he could to his mother, "When he was 21 he had saved enough to visit Italy and there he stayed three years. He studied and heard all the great Italian musicians. From Italy he went to London and this place he liked so well that he lived there almost all t,he rest of his life. One of the most beautiful oratorios CAN YOU FIND HER THREE LITTLE PLAYMATES? ! i v i . v 5 j . .s i I Vi Five, six, pick up sticks, (Brother means his blocks, But he is just a child, you know), And put them in a box. It sound so queer to call them sticks, I really have to laugh, But then, of course,- I'm nearly six, And he 's just four and a half. that has "Messiah.' ever been written Is the composed by Handel. It is the story of the life of Christ. The mUBic is very beautiful and when the King and others In London first heard it they couldn't listen quietly. Handel gave the music of this to an Orphan Home and it earned over $50,000 for the poor little children. When Handel was about 07 he be gan to grow blind .and though he did all that was possible, he could not ward off the affliction. He tried to work Just the same and played the organ whenever any of his own music was sung. - He lived to be 74 years old and was burled In Westminister Abbey, where some of the greatest English people are buried. LITTLE folks who go to the seashore are always interested In the Jelly fish those queer animals which look like animated sea water, and are so lovely as they float, on a clear day. upon the surface of the sea. So deli cate and fairylike they are that it is hard to believe that they are animals. They look more like bubbles that a breath would destroy. Yet animals they are, and the strangest, perhaps.'of living creatures. Scores of books have been written about them by ever so many learned men, and no fairy tale was ever more wonderful. It is easy to study Jellyfish, because . one can look right through them and ee how their organs -work; and they can be dipped out of the sea and taken home without the least trouble. It is also easy to keep them In aquariums. It does not take much material to make a Jelly fish, and It is no wonder that nature can afford to fill the sea in all parts of the world with these beautiful creatures. Sea water is plen tiful and Jellyfish are little more than sea water inclosed In a thin covering of muscle. They are shaped like bells. the umbrella and hanging down in the middle is the stomach, a long, narrow pouch, which looks so like the handle of an umbrella that scientists call it tha manubrium, which Is Latin for handle. - Legend at the Poplar Tree. Long ago people believed that there was a pot of gold hidden at the end A Leaf From Nature's Book - of the rainbow. Some "of them spent hours and days hunting for It and at last a very old man found it. It was late In the afternoon when he found It and he was too tired to carry such a heavy load, so he decided to hide- It and return for it in the morning. As he looked around for a safe hiding' place he saw a poplar tree, whose thick leaves and long branches, growing straight out from the tree, he thought ' would make a safe hiding place. So he climbed the tree and hid the gold near the middle. Soon Iris, the rainbow goddess. missed her gold and hurried to-tell Jup t Iter. He began to loog for It and dis covered that it had been taken to the woods, where the popular tree was. He questioned all the trees and they all said "no," they didn't know anything aboutMhe gold. The poplar tree was so sleepy that it did not answer clearly and the king ordered it to wake up to hold Its axms rS ri'af .A ffoGnd - d ' A Tvviev- or B.oT iK y eo . WAicrr him dv-in his Mi'k you'll Know he. A LR Dop : up high over its head so that the king might know it was wide awake. As the poplar did as it was command ed, the gold fell td the ground. Then how surprised and ashamed the tree was. From that day all poplar trees hold their branches up, pointing to the heavens to show Jupiter that they are hiding nothing from him. A lAFGH OR TWO. Small Joe Adam was a lucky man. Nurse Why do you think so? Small Joe He never was a kid and had a woman wash his face and neck. Mamma James, what made you pinch the baby? Didn't I hear you ask the Lord last night to make you a better boy? James (aged 6) Yes, mamma; but"! guess he was busy and didn't hear me. "Huh!" exclaimed little Edith, after hearing the story of Adam and Eve. "That old serpent couldn't have tempted me with an apple, 'cause I don't like apples." "But," suggested her small brother, "s'pose somebody had told you not to eat apples?" Chicago News. - Tommy Mamma, is this hair oil in this bottle? Mamma No. That's mucilage. Tommy I guess that's why. I can't get my hat off. A Nursery Rhyme. Hlckery, hockery, hack. The boy sat on the tack. Then up he sprang, And away he ran. Hickerj', hockery. hack. Hickery, hockery, hack. The boy picked up the tack; With an angry cry He threw it high, Hickery, hockery, hack. Hickery, hockery, hack. The boy stamped on the tack. It stuck in his heel, Just picture his squeal! Hickery, hockery, hack. i sxtiru -1 Sibyl's City Why Not Have One? (itlfHERH'S the stick, Sibyl?" Elea- VV nor inquired, smilinsr. She had Just opened the top drawer In Sibyl's little chiffonier In search of a fresh rib bon for the little sister's hair. "The stick." Sibyl repeated, lifting her eyes In sr puzzled way from the tumbled mass of laces, toys, collars and dolls' belongings to big sister's face, v "Oh. I mean the stick you stirred it all up with," Eleanor answered. Sibyl didn't know whether to laugh or to cry, so she did neither. "Oh, sister." she complained, - "I Just can't keep things In onder even in this little-girl size chiffonier that mother hoped was going to make me tidy. I try and try 'and it's no time before everything gets ail mixed up again. I won't believe that ,lt's worth while to try to be orderely any more." Sister Eleanor Jaughted pleasantly. "How do you tupposi that dainty Sally Sunday Ribbon likes to be Jostled by Rubber Ball. Just in from a roll on the garden walk?" she asked. "Sally Sunday Ribbon?" Sibyl ques tioned, parrot fashion. "'Is it another 'prelend game. sist3r? I want to know how to play it right straight off." Eleanor lifted out the top drawer from the little chiffonier and set it down -on the bed., Then she drew up two chairs within easy reach. "We might call it that." she began. "I have an idea that Sally Sunday and Patty Party Ribbon would like to live together In this nice little box house next door to Emily Everyday and Molly Morning." And she smoothed out the pretty blue ribbon that matched Sibyl's Sunday dress and laid it carefully be side the pink bow which had been bought for Cousin Doris' birthday party. Then she separated Emily Everyday and Molly Morning, two dark ribbons, from a tangle of glove3 and handker chiefs and placed them in another box close by. "Rubber Ball is such a romping fel low," she went on, "ho will feel more at home outside of Chiffonier City al together. . There are polly playmates for him over yonder in Play Room Park, and plenty, of room, too. In Toy Box House." Sibyl clapped her hands. "What a nice day!" she cried, and, lifting out a dainty but tumbled bit of lace, she suggested: "Wouldn't Miss Best Collar like a cosy home all by her self?" "I'm sure that she would," Eleanor agreed; "and now I must leave the af- fairs of Chiffonier City in your hands grims gave thanks to God for his good for a while. I'm sure you will manage nesa to them in the new country. very nicely.' Almost before Sibyl knew it the streets were cleared of their disorderly crowd and Chiffonier City was set in perfect order from the Handkerchief Family's square, sweet grass cottage to l"Z "t, 'fll?' ,ons ?a naIr?w p8tf- "wa-.-u wui.f.uiu it. ijeVHjr J3C11, OUBie Sash and their aunts and cousins and friends were no longer loitering about the lanes, because they had gone to tidy little houses of their own. "The only trouble with this game,' Sibyl remarked to Eleanor, when she came back, "is that it doesn't last long enough. Chiffonier City and Play Room Park as as spick and span as I can possibly make them." "But why not make It last all the time?" Sister Eleanof suggested. Sibyl thought that a good idea and now when she takes off her hair rib- bon. Instead of tossing it carelessly into tne upper drawer, she says as she smooths out the wrinkles and lays It in its special box: "Good night, Emily. Everyday, pleas ant dreams to you in your little house." Of course once in a while Betsy Belt or Sueic Sash do not go straight home, but on the whole the people of Chif fonier City and Play Room Park behave very well. Sibyl says "Plyng Chiffonier City is one of the nicest games that sister ever made up. and now I never have a bit of trouble in keeping by things In or der." REBECCA DEMINO MOORE. THIS FIRST THAXKSUIVINU D.W The Indians taught the Pilgrims how to plantoorn; so early in the Spring the corn was put In ihe ground. It was tended carefully and, with the aid of the sun and tain, a large crop ripened in the Autumn. The Pilgrims rejoiced at the bounti ful supply and were happy. When the Governor suggested that they have a O l IT r" rfe. r- l o- Qr I M 3 I LOVE MY DOLLY BEST OF ALL have a Utile Teddy Dear and a Dunn, loo; Dut I love mj Dolly best of all. Yes, indeed, J do. Pot she is very beautiful, with lovely golden curl, I love her best because she is so like a little girl. William A. Roberts. day of thanksgiving for the great harvest they gladly c greed and set to work to prepare for It. The men caught fish and hunted wild ducks and turkeys. The women spent days baking corn bread and corn cake and making luscious pumpkin pies. Even the children helped. They Bather- ed wild fruit and popped plenty of corn. The Governor thought they ought to . . , . - .- , , ..... . tc i.i uiv tree vnan invite tne Indians who had been so loudly as he possibly could, and Paul some other birds came alonir and e-good-to them, so an invitation was said: "Ob. John wmAn-t vmi nit to inr th. h-io-. . ' sent to the Redskins. At the appointed time the visitors PUZZLE FIND BILLY'S THREE FRIENDS. The man in the moon Came down too soon, And landed first in Norwieh ; He took Bill Boone On a trip to the moon, And here they sit eating their porridge. arrived with their families, all dressed in their best paint and feathers. They brought five big deer for the feast. The Indians stayed three days. Be fore the irrand feast bea-an the Pil- This was the first Thanksgiving Day and ever since then we have observed it every year. Our. Neighbor's Shoes At'R little Dutch cousins wear heavy. J clumsy shoes made out of wood, These shoes are always left outside the house at the door, for they are too heavy-,and noisy to be worn inside. On the sareet the children make a lot of noise as they run in their queer shoes. In .China the better class of girls have their poor little feet bound tightly with straps, so that they will not grow. Wherf the girls grow up none of them can walk .very well and soma can't walk at air. Their shoes are mostly of black, beautifully embroidered. Indian people make moccasins of soft skin and sometimes decorate them with bright beuds and gay embroidery. The Egyptians make shoes of strips of the papyrus. These shoes are mado of the strips interwoven like a mat and are strapped to the foot. In Japan also the shoes are held oq by a strap. Here, for shoes, wooden sandals are worn and the strap passes between the toes and around the an kles. It is so cold in the North that our little Eskimo friends have shoes made of different kinds of skins and furs. The SaaBab's Balk. Down from their home in the heavens Flew the Sun's wee babes ou day. To bathe in a limpid streamlet That trilled on Its merry way. Like "Will-o' the-Wlsps" they flitted On the breast of waters fleet. Then when it was time to call them Back to their skyland bed. They kissed the leaves and the stream let Till they gleamed a rosy red. CHARLOTTE PIDGEON. i ' . Story of the Brown OIES day Paul and John were playing out in the yard, when John heard such a pretty song he told Paul to Paul was badly frightened and flew listen. There in the very tiptop of the off and up Into a tree. John came fly old apple tree in their orchard was a ing after him, and no sooner had they beautiful r-lr hlna i r-A tlnvlnv settled tiAn-.--l... . . , Kb 1.1 1 . m a i 1 " "'". o ij up in me mir, and you could fly over cities, and over mountains, and see pretty things, and have people to throw crumbs to you, and go wherever you wanted to go?" John said: "Yes, I'd love to be a bird, but I'd want to be a big bird, so that I wouldn't get tired and could fly and fly and never atop until I had seen the whole world." Just then the blue bird hopped down from a tree, stopped singing, and, look- Jf" ts hAvd Imes be irffen Je -" 5 Aid "thouo'hTrf o Ittfte Tirrr 1 elf "into. Jo hr-d J broke ing at Paul, said: "So, you would like to be a bird, would you? Well, sup pose you1 turn into a bird for a few days. Just to see how you like it." Paul looked at the bird, astonished, and said: "Why, I didn't know that birds could talk." "Well, most of thern can't; but I can, and If you and the other little boy . would like to be birds for three dayx. I will tarn you Into birds, in1 at the end of three days you must come back to this apple tree and tell me how you like it." Paul and John agreed, and the blue bird hopped over and gave Paul and John each a peck on the head, and, instead of two little boys standing there, there was a brown bird and a red bird. Paul wondered if he could talk, now that he was a bird, and called In a loud voice: "John, can you hear me?" and John turned his little brown head around and said: "Of course, but don't boiler so loudly. Come on: we will fly off and see the world, and will come back in three days to this tree to see the blue bird." and, spreading his wings, off went John, Paul following, anad after they had gone a little way, John called to Paul: "Come on, let's go up higher." Up they went, higher, higher, until they looked like tiny specks up in the sky, and they kept on flying all that day, and by night time they came to a large town. Paul and John perched upon the limb of a tree, and finally de cided that they would hop down to the .ground and see If they could find any bread crumbs. So down they flew, and walked along the pavements, but couldn't find anything to eat. Then John said: "Let us hunt up a store, and hop around outside, and maybe the groceryman will throw out some crumbs. Paul was dVeadfully tired by this time, but said: "All right." And after flying along the street for a while they came to a grocery store, and, flying upon the edge of a barrel which stood outside, they began to sing. How they did sing, hoping to get a few crumbs, as they were dreadfully hungry. Just in the middle of their song the grocery man poked his head out of the door, and, seeing the two little birds thera. Bird and Red Bird grabbed up a broom and chased then away. " &c.uors v i jonn ana v. . l aui, were angry because they consid ered jonn and Paul dressed up, and they all got together and pecked poor Paul and John Until they flew away, trying to And a safer place in which to rest. John, who was really as tired as Paul, but wouldn't say so, finally flew upon the railing of a porch, and Paul fol lowed, for. besides being tired, poor Paul was dreadfully hungry and dis appointed. After sitting on the rail awhile and talking to themselves. John noticed a. piece of cake laying on one of the chairs, and hopped down, and it wasn't long before both Paul and John were pecking away as hard as they could at It. Finally, the cake gone and the birds rested, John said: "Where shall we spend the rest of the night?" "Oh. can't we stay here until morn ing?" and Paul shook his feathers, pre paring to stay before John answered: "Well, I suppose we might as well stay here as anywhere, but I suppose someone will come out of the house and chase us before long.' . However, no one came and chased them and the next morning Paul was awake first, and said to John: "Where are we to fly today, and I wonder If we will get anything to eat?" "My. is it morning already? It seems to mo I have only been asleep a few minutes. I suppose we ought to fly somewhere, but I think it is Just as hard to fly as It is to walk." and John shook out his feathers with a sleepy air. "John, would you mind it very much If I flew home today? I don't think I want to be a bird any more," said Paul, looking anxiously at John. "Well, if you want to go home. I don't mind going along with you. For my part. I prefer going about with feet, rather than with wings." said John, so the mater was settled and away they flew home. When they arrived in the orchard they flew straight to the apple tree, and there was the blue bird, waiting for them. "I though you would be hack this morning. There aren't so many nice things about being a bird as you thought there were, hey? So I suppose you want to be little boys again, is that It?" and, looking first at Johc and then ut Paul, the blue bird nodded his head, and, going over to the boys, pecked them on the head and behold, they were little boys asain. "Thank you so much, blue bird, for letting us see what It la like to be a bird and I am sure I never will wish to be one again," said Paul, and John said: That's the way I think about it too, blue bird." With a laugh the blue bird flew up in the air, calling back: "Boys aren't meant to be birds, and birds arcn'a meant to bo boys; so it's best to stay what you are." LYDIA R. HOFFMAN" THE GIRLIfcl AXD THE Sometimes I wish I were UEESK. a goose. And not a little girl: 'Cause when I get my hair wet It all comes out of curl. I never would get punished If I should naughty be. 'Cause, you know, the mother goose lias neither lap nor knee. But then, you know, when night comes down. With goblins aU around. I should most think they'd be afraid To sleep upon the ground. I guess I'a glad I's a goose 'Causo good, or bad, you see, My mother dear will rock me sleep, t'pon her comfy knee. Rose Potter. RIDDLE. Far from the light of day you find me hid away In shadows deep. I often bring you fear, though you may wish me near If you would sleep. ("its sTvAnp-c I do ' decide -re's surely miJAkc -so rfYe where Upon "the. ly-fc . oj This Book look jov fai9s 1 loo k - look 1 wrench Mif this fv-lez(r ouT 1 iwisT' snd torn it round About -6ot 1ho I look A.ntf Trio", i .sTA-e No Qic yp tt" I Any where TV-