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THE SUNDAY OREGOMAX, PORTLAND, JANUARY 7. 191Y. CHARMING AND SIMPLE EMBROIDERY DESIGN FOR CHEMISE 7 Of? vrVi , , , . ax . t 3 X V X X, It U not too early to begin plan- ill VT!TAVv ' f v f nlng for the spring and summer I V ft I v"" V-V'V: X X VX I lingerie. Today la printed the em- I XV y Y ' X V?. -A"-' 'St'C- it i I broidery design tor a chemise or VlN .i ' xvV '"'' ' " JT Xw In using the printed design from V"V" X. . '. J" . -. j " I X " X V the paper the directions are aa fol- ? "C'e( vX ' 'Pyft A J lowsi If the material Is sheer, the J JV 6V V. V' - 'i c'A V " easiest way Is to lay It over the de- I l 2i.v7 "S V '; '" ' Si .4 X y sign, which will show through I CjSXrX V X. V - Hi'l jf plainly, and draw orer each Una I VV MYy V V . . fflCA with a hard, sharp lead pencil. If I I i V l-; JV'jK h'-( your Unen Is heavy, buy a piece of J i " I"V ' '""A Impression paper the kind that I I'"" . "7.'iV9 f - J . does not rub off lay It on your It i J" -" X X material, plaoe the design orer it. I f" " '' r'l'"' '""""J y v X A V and trace with a hard pendU Ton -X I J i ? W ; ' ( J V L 7 SX" -- will Hnd the design neaUy trans- J Xv t j i? LWl- '-i x XSJy r5 pWnw sr! 4 CAESAR'S CONCERT s he spied his chum sauntering down the Btreet carrying & washboller. "Come here a minute!" Bob Joyce willingly opened the sate and came to where Sammy was sit ting on the top step of the front porch of his home. In front of Sammy sat his big. yellow collie dog, named. Cae sar. "Welir said Bob Inquiringly. "Listen!" said Sammy, and picked up a mouth organ which was lying be side him. "Listen to this. It's beauti ful!" Sammy blew a few quavering blasts. Instantly Caesar's spine seemed to grow Btiff; he threw back his head and drew his whiskers forward. Sammy blew a few more strains, and Caesar npran T tr.mhIA with i m n r ! -iti In on Ivqueer, hollow sound came up from his chest deep, deep down. Sammy played on and the dog's voice rose with the strains; he shut his eyes and made noises of such a weird, unearthly kind that Bob looked over his shoulder and muttered: "Oh, Gee!" But he appre ciated the music and began to beat a light tottoo on his washboiler. The sound was well, it was Just Indescrib able, that's all! "Xow, what do you call that, eh?" demanded Sammy, proudly. "Isn't that beautiful?" - "Well," said Bob. "I I don't know 'bout beautiful, but It's it's fine mu sic." "Sure, it's fine music!" cried Gammy. "Caesar's a fine dog, he is! You'd have to look 'round the world before you'd find another dog like Caesar. I mean, a private dog. 'Course there's plenty of clever dogs in circuses and on the stage." "Yes," agreed Bob, "Caesar's some dog. He's some singer!" ' "Do you know," said Sammy solemn ly. "I'd ruther hear Caesar sing than Miss Ellie up at church!" "No!" exclaimed Bob. "You don't Bay so! Well, it's natural 'cause he's your own dog. You saved him when he was little." "I'd give him credit even if he wasn't my dog," replied Sammy. "I know a good voice when I hear it. You know what I'm going to do? I'm going to have a concert in the barn this after noon, and Caesar is going to sing." Bob began to be quite interested, as he was a business man in his way. "Let's charge three pins and your Bister can make us some signs bill- K n n r I c vrnl tnnv. TtMl h PTPD t '" Vl Bald. "Can you bring that drum?" asked Eammy, grinning and pointing at the washboiler. "I eruess I can." replied Bob. "It's pot a leak in it, and I was Just taking it in 1a tuctiHpH v won't need it un- jutt tnen Sammy's sister, xmie, came out of the house. She was two years younger than Sammy, but she was clever, plucky and full of good ideas. The boys told her of their plans and Time was quite delighted. "I can play on a comb dandy," she raid, "and one of the Hunt twins has a flute. But I don't think we'd better have the concert in our barn "Why not?" asked Saromr. "Because it might be too noisy," re plied Tlllle. "Grandma doesn't like noise. "Let's have it over at Hill's place." Hill's place Had been vacant for over a year and there was a great old barn in the yard where the children liked to play, as it was far enough away from the neighbors to be out of ordinary earshot. The boys both agreed that Hill's place was the ideal spot for a concert. Then Tillie got her paintbox and crayon and all three children set to work and made signs or posters, reading like this: "This way to hear the great singing dog!" "Come to the concert at Hill's Place!" "Caesar, the marvelous dog tenor! Come and hear him!!!" Then Sammy and Bob, with Caesar trotting at their heels, went to tack up the signs and also tell all the children they saw to come. Meanwhile Tillie got her comb and tissue paper ready and got Buster Hunt, the twin who had the flute, and her little brother, Peter, and went to HllTs barn. There was quite a crowd there al ready. Most everybody that Is, among the boye had something to play on. Sammy and Bob, with the help of the others, had made a platform out of old boxes for the musicians to sit on, and a special tall box was set up in the middle for Caesar. Soon the per formance began, with quite a nice crowd of children little sisters and brothers In petticoats and one or two big girls in the audience. Sammy got up and made a speech first, giving a sketch of Caesar's life. When he got through everybody clapped as loud as they could and cried, "Hear! Hear!" Then the concert began. At first Caesar would not sing out at all. He went through all the mo tions, but his voice was a mere whis per. But Sammy played alone on his mouth organ for awhile, then the dog shut his eyes and began to howl oh. my! how scared some of the little ones were! Blang, plang! went Bob's wash boiler. Fee, fee! went the flute. Zum, zum! went the comb. But Caesar's voice was the loudest of all. More children came and more pins went Into the box that little Peter held. The concert was In full blast, when suddenly in burst two men, one carrying a revolver and the other a. stout club. "What is this racket all about?" de manded the man with the revolver. "It's it's a concert." replied Sammy. "A concert, is it?" said the man. "Why, you've scared the neighbors out of their, wits! They thought a murder was being committed and sent for me. Im the Sheriff!" And he threw open his coat and showed his badge. We we re awful sorry." stammered Sammy. "It was real fine music. Caesar, my dog, has a fine, voice. We didn't mean to scare anybody. Please don't arrest us!" "Of course not." replied the man. I guess I was a kid once mi-self! Now, Mr. Barrows, if you will go back and tell the folks It's all right. I'd like to stay and hear some of this concert." Mr. Barrows, the other man, went out laughing, and the Sheriff sat on a box beside Peter who collected three pins from him, which he had to bor row from one of the girls and such a concert! A11 I can say is that you should have been there! But they never could give another, as Caesar either strained his throat "and lost his voice, or else he got disgusted with music (Bob says he got too proud) but at any rate, he could never be persuaded to sing any more after that. HOW GRAYBACK CHANGED HIS EYES SXOWBALLIXO AT RECESS. Now from the snow, new laid. Many a ball is made; And on the fort a raid Starts the fun going; Swiftly the snowballs fly, Cry answers ringing cry. Fire gleams in every eye. Each face is glowing. . Back of their Icy wall Stand the defenders all. Hurling back ball for ball At the invaders: They've vowed to hold the height; They ne'er will take to flight; Ne'er shall their banner bright Fall to the raiders. While the attacking band For the fort's fall have planned. And a determined stand Likewise have taken; Fast fly the snowy spheres. Loud the defiant cheers, Each struggling side appears Firm and unshaken. Over the trampled plain Charge they with might and main. Making sometimes a gain. Then backward falling; Till on the. frosty air Rings the Dell's warning fair. Bidding them truce declare, For school is calling. THEN SAMMY AVD BOB, WITH CAESAR TROTTIXG AT THEIR HEELS, WENT TO TACK UP THE SIGNS AND ALSO TELL THE CHILDREN THEY SAW TO COME. Found Spelling Book of 183 7. La Grange (Ga.) Graphic Several months ago. when Nat H. Sledge was having some repairs done on his house, there was found between the ceiling and weather boarding a time-worn spelling book which showed the marks of use and age. The book was a "New York Speller," was cov ered with cloth and bore the date 1S37. On one of the fly leaves was written the following: maxim: "Education forms a common mind; Just as the twig Is bent the tree's Inclined. LITTLE GRAY-BACK was a baby flounder who lived down in the ocean where- the waters were still and dark and where the bottom was Just like a big, sandy floor as far as he could see. Now, Gray-Back was a queer-shaped little fellow, for he was as flat as any pancake you ever saw. and no thicker than a very thin cracker. He was what one might call a left- eyed fish, as he had a habit of turning over on his side and looking up to wards the world of light and air with that little left eye of his. Now, when he did this, of course. his right eye couldn't see anything but the clean, smooth sand-of the bottom. Now. any eye would get awfully tired of looking at sand, sand, nothing but sand. So that little eye. the one that looked down all the time, got in a real bad humor about it. It wanted to see the big fish swimming above. and the beautiful marine plants that waved about in the sunlit water. So It Just strained and strained, trying to see over the high forehead. Every day it tried harder than ever before to get where it could see upwards. In fact. it tried so hard that the little head ached dreadfully, but that little eye never gave up and one day it was perfectly delighted to find that it was actually getting around on the upper side. Wonderful to relate, that little under eye, in its constant efforts to The Two Little Eyes Were on the Same Side. see upwards, had succeeded in pulling the bones of the head clear around un til the two little eyes were on the same side. When the little useless eye had set tled comfortably alongside of the up per eye. It was perfectly satisfied, and never tried to move any more. So now you know how it happened that flounders have both eyes on the same side. They were not born that way. but the curious fact is Just the result of that one little bottom eye's determination to become a top eye. When little Gray-Back would see a big. hungry-looking fish cominsr his way, he would Just cover himself up in the sand and leave only his two little eyes showing, and the big fish would swim right over him and never know he was there. IN THE BEGINNING "N OW that the New Year is fairly started, and you are back in school again," said Uncle John to little Jack, his favorite, "how do you 11 ke it, and how are things going?" "Pokey," answered Jack, laconical ly. Then he hastily added: "You see I was sick the last half of the Old Year, and I remained in class B and am repeating the work. Just now at the beginning the work .seems very sSow. Teacher takes up so little new each day." "So she should." answered Uncle John, "for much depends on the be ginning. A solid foundation is impor tant for a permanent structure." Uncle John and Jack, were out walk ing when this conversation took place, and the uncle stood still before a high brick building. He pointed to it and said: "See yonder building? It was made by placing one brick upon another. It Is so in all great works. Your whole life is made up of one little moment after another. You walk by putting one foot before the other. Drop added to drop makes the vast oceans. There fore, never despise little things, as the greatest labor becomes easy if divided into small parts." They walked on in silence for a few moments until the uncle stood st'll again, this time before a tree. "Would you believe. Jack, that this huge tree grew from a tiny seed no larger than a pear he said. "Whew! You don't say so!" ejacu lated the boy. "Yes," continued the uncle. 'Tittle by little it has taken to Itself bulk and form. Learn from this what can be done In our efforts to perfect our selves if we will be content to grow In knowledge by slow degrees. Many of the things which you and the other children In your class cannot under stand Just now will, by perseverance and effort, soon be clear to you. One new fact a day is something gained, but by diligence you can do much bet ter than that. Do you think. Jack, this tree which is so perfect now. had easj- sailing in the beginning? No. it had to strive against winds, and storms, and the burning rays of the sun. and it did this in the beginning, when it was but a slender little plant." Uncle .waited for his words to take root, and then he continued: "All beginnings are difficult, and therefore It Is important that you pay special attention at the outset. January is the beginning of the year, and it is the time when you should begin to form your habits that you mean to continue throughout the other eleven months." -Jack looked up at his uncle and his uncle knew that he understood. How Monkey Traps Are Made. WHEN we see In the street an organ-grinder with his little red capped pet monkey we seldom stop to think of the animal's native home or how it was trapped. As a matter of fact, the monkey cam from Asia. Africa or South America. The last mentioned have nostrils widely separ ated, whereas the Old World monkeys have them close with a narrow nasal septum. One might readily Imagine that the trapping of monkeys is difficult op eration. However, nothing could be farther from the truth than this hypo thesis. Monkeys are easily caught, not by heavily built traps, but by sheer ingenuity and the simplest sort of arti fices. A monkey has various vulner able points of attack, so to speak, and these are cupidity, curiosity, covetous ness or greed and a truly wonderful imitative faculty. A trapper can take a pair of boots into the jungle, drop them down with in sight of a monkey and soon have that monkey in a cage. The boots on his feet appear to be the same as the boots he leaves; but here is where the monkey is mistaken. As soon as the visitor goes away the monkey descends from some tree and thrusts his own feet into the boots. The inside is cov ered with glue, arid he sticks fast; also the boots are weighted with lead and chained together. Thus Mr. Monkey finds himself helpless because he was too imitative. The trapper may chain a gourd, filled with corn or some other eatable, to a heavy log. Mr. Monkey conies along, tastes the food, relishes it and wants more. There is no limit to his greed. He thrusts his hand into the small opening in the gourd and his fingers close around a large supply of the food. Then he finds himself unable to with draw his hand. The trapper advances and captures Mr. Monkey, because the animal's thinking cap and his in satiable greed are such that the simple expedient of releasing the food never occurs to him as a means of escape. So thereafter Mr. Monkey either lives in a circus cage or does tricks for an organ-grinder. Served Hi in Right. A certain master builder was no torious for his sharpness. The sight of a man standing idle a moment was sufficient to procure his instant dis charge. No foreman could ever keep the men at work to please him. "Come, you'll have to be sharper than this." he began once to the foreman on his visit to the Job. "I found one fellow standing on the scaffolding with his hands in his pockets and his coat on. That won't do for me. I've Just paid him a week's wages and packed him off." "Which man is it?" "That one going down the ladder there." "Why. that isn't one of our men at all. That's a tramping fellow who cams up here to ask if I could give him a job." Chicago Journal. What "Auntie" Thought. Puck. A colored "auntie" was taking her first ride on a fast train when it jumped the track and plunged headlong into the ditch. After the crash "auntie" picked herself up and began munching a chicken wing she had brought along for sustenance. The conductor hurried up to see the damage. "Were you hurt in the smashup?" he asked excitedly. "Law, no!" she replied In astonish ment. "Wux there a smashup? I to't dese yere combustlflcations went right along wit de ticket."