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About The Oregon daily journal. (Portland, Or.) 1902-1972 | View Entire Issue (Oct. 13, 1907)
1 THE OREGON SUNDAY JOURNAL PORTLAND. SUNDAY MORNINa OCTOBER J3; j s Polltf For JiiSys .ight 1907, by Tbu North American Company.; ii" A LITTLE chick, who loved to roam. One day, one awful day. Ooi through the fence and left Me home. Alas! alack-a-day! He saw a lovely butterfly. He aaw a bumbly-bee; He chased the lovely butterfly. And then he chased the bee. The butterfly went soaring high. Without a Talent t 1 f EBB here." said Mr. Rolfe to his I wife, "that one of Edith's class I mates sang remarkably well at an entertainment lat evening. Our little daughter seems to be somewhat out of place among such talented girls as are in her class." Edith heard merely these words as he walked past the doorway. She - 1'M JUST A LITTLE OUT OF SORTS" didn't hear her father add. smilingly, over his paper: "But I wouldn't exchange her for all the rest put together. She has the best and kindest disposition of them 11. and a lot of good, common sense, too, even If she's not brilliant." But the words Edith had heard sore ly rankled. Although she was so sunny and even tempered, no one knew how she longed to be clever hke some of her classmates, and bow she lought against this feeling. And to have "her daddy," of all others, say these words! Unable to restrain her tears, Edith threw herself on the sofa in the slt - ting room and sobbed silently. So . miserable was she that she did not bear her father's footsteps as he ap proached. -"Why, what is the matter with the little daughter who's always so cheer ful 7" exclaimed her father, patting her soothingly on the shoulder. Edith started, hurriedly brushed away her tears and smiled quickly a Wan, pathetic little smile It was, too. Oh, it's nothing, daddy," she Bald, "With a catch in her voice she tried ber best to hide; "I'm Just a little ' cut of sorts." i ' Paddy insisted. however. upon . knowing- Just what the matter was. Ha felt very reproachful, indeed, that fcis words should have been taken bo . to heart "Why, little daughter, you're Just as clever as any of your classmates, . though in ar different way. You're a - most capable housewife and a splen did business woman, and, as I was telling your mother, you've the sweet est and kindest disposition of any little girl I know. These are the very best talents to have." Right away Edith was her old. cheerful self again. She merrily kiss ed daddy, and said she was ashamed of being such a little goose. If daddy and mumsy thought her clever, it was sufficient She cared not at all for others. Edith doesn't worry now about not having "talents" like her schoolmates. Dancing Mice M ANY years ago the Japanese ob served that some mice had the habit of dancing round and round. So they Dcgan vo uam "mice to wait around in a circle. Today this kind of mice Is trained to , dance. .They whirl around so rapidly that you cauB.hardly see more than a blur Apparently, too, they consider it areat fun. for they will stop only occa sionally to nibble food-then away they $ B.ga.tO' t ' "' : 1 , , Timely Wajrning. Mr Brown was testing a handsome rewivw be bad recently bought, by ?insr blank cartridges into the air. when ht Twis interrupted by his little 5JSS5" dCor&nfhootoward the sky. repaj yonpiht Wt one of the an gel, - v ,', ' ' Those Kind Felt Best, little Tommy was permitted to choose . tils first pair of knickerbockers. Vb take that pair.' ma." be flnaUyan-s nounced, pointing to iPa'' on which. was -a card stating. "These can't be t Mateo." Unpleasant Time of Wfe. TTncla George-Teddy, how id art you 'ivddy Tra too young to eat the things t Las mort so ma says; but I'm too old to cry. U I doa't get 'em . v ;', ,-; But oh! he caught the beel And when that bee had flown away A wiser chick was he. When to his mother hen at night, A sad. fat chick he went. So swollen up with bumbly-stlngs. For Dr. Dick she sent Who put a poultice on his tongue. Another on his heud, Another on his sprouting tall. And sent him off to bed. Margaret Gabble Hayt. Ben Ali, Proph e t A LI BAB was a good prime minister, who Influenced his master, the sultan, to do much for his people. Unfortunately, however, he had a great enemy In Adab 8uli. Adab longed to be prime minister himself end he was de termined to secure the office at any cost. One afternoon All Bab was lured into a quiet little garden back of the sul tan's palace and there killed by two of Adab's servants. But there were two witnesses to this crime Ben All and his closest friend. Hearing a smothered cry, they had peeped through the dense thicket upon the scene. "Surely we must tell the sultan," ex claimed Bay All. "Not so," returned the other, "else we be accused of taking part in the mur der and our heads pay the penalty." Ben All nodded. After thinking a mo ment, he continued: "I think I shall pretend I am a prophet. In this way I may gain audience with the sultan without being held for the offense. Cer tainly we cannot allow the crime to go unpunished, nor should the good All Bab remain unavenged." So Ben All presented himself before the sultan. The sultan did not at first believe him when he told the c-'se for All Bab's disappearance, but when slaves were sent to dig beneath the tree in the little garden the body of the for mer prime minister was found, as Ben All had said. Adab Suli was put to death and an other appointed to the place of prime minister. The sultan did not forget Ben All. Surely such a wonderful prophet could be made good use of. lie was SEIZING THE SULTAN therefore appointed chief magician to the sultan. It was not long before the chief magi cian begaji to wish himself anywhere else but at the court of the sultan. Ills royal master was very exacting, and Ben All was having a most miserable time. Thus far he had escaped with his life, but one day the sultan told him, after ho had failed in a prediction, that on the morrow his head would pay the for feit. Ben Ali lost ajl sense of prudence. Seizing the sultan in his anger, he hurled him from his throne. Just at that very moment a magnificent candelabra, which hung above the throne, dropped with a crash upon the place where the sultan had been sitting an instant be fore. "You have saved my life!" cried the sultan, embracing Ben All. "You have but to name the reward and it is yours." "I only beg that some other be ap pointed your chief magician," humbly petitioned Ben All. This request was granted. Ben All was given a fine man sion, surrounded by beautiful gardens, where be spent the rest of his days in peace. EOF ID VT a piece of cardboard in an oc tagonal shape (Fig. 1), and pierce a hole In its center. Take two corks and three pieces of Iron wire. Pass one wire through the hole In the cardboard, and ateacu of the wire's ends stick a cork. Oil i 1 f I HsBy ' . - I L I .... , HILEf YOU are dressing dolly, or putting her to bed, did you ever think that thousands of miles away some other little girl is taking the same care of her dolly, and, though It may seem hard to be lieve, she loves her dolly quite as much as you do yours? She may have nothing but an ugly, roughly dressed kind of a doll, but to her It Is just as beautlffj as your fine dolly, clothed as she Is, In everything that a real little girl wears. Llttlo girls loved dollies thousands of years ago. They weren't always pretty, to be sure Indeed, they were mostly hideous but they were precious to their owners. Just the same. Dolls more than 4000 years old just think of It have been found In Egyp tian mummy collections. They are, for the most pari, made of rope or beads. Then there are others of a later period, made of wood, stono or pottery. Some of these are oven Jointed. One 2700 or 2M) years old was carved of ivory and wore Oliver earrings in its tiny ears. Wooden dolls hud the mouth, and ears, and eyes painted the nlcest.v In many instance, the paint Is almost as bright today as thousands of years ago. Most of the little Roman girls had wooden dollies, and If a girl died her dolly was burled with her. And their neighbors, the Greeks, had nice dolls, too. The dolls of the Japanese are some times handed down from family to fam- ily for hundreds of years. Over In China grown folks play with them more than do the boys and girls, who are taught to regard their dollies with the greatest respect, and are not permitted to dam age them In the slightest way. Dolls made hundreds of years ago by the Pueblo Indians, who at that time dwelt among great cliffs, have been found little clay figures, all cracked The Barrel Race IN CANADA some of our boys in dulge in a very exciting form of winter sport Barrels, with heads anl bottoms re moved, are placed along the ice course. Then the boys competing line up for the start Away they go, all skating for the first barrel. The skaters must pass through each barrel on their way to ward the goal. It is very amusing to see several try to get through the barrel at the same tlmo. Sometimes, in their exertions, the barrel is moved around so that It faces in the opposite direction, and the racer, upon emerg ing from the end, skates by mistake toward his starting point. Not Playing Fair. Two country boys were fishing from the edge of thp creek. "Bet I catch the most fish," said one. "No, you won't," returned the other. For some time they sat there, until one boy, growing sleepy, lost his bal ance and fell into the water. "That's not fair," cried his compan ion, "you're not supposed to dive for them." W-o j Oao MM& ASANDMU DLaGRAMS FOR WORKING Vrom a light visiting card cut eight cones. Figure 4 shows the exact shape of the cone, opened and rolled. Cut a base, either from light wood or stout cardboard. Fasten the two Iron wires still remaining unused to the Iron wire having corks at Its ends; fast and battered. Today the dollies of the different Indian tribes often differ greatly In appearance. The Iroquois, for Instance, make them of corn husks, with nice bushy hair, and dress them In clothes gaily decorated. Other tribes use such material as leather s,nd Jack rabbit. So many kinds of dolls are owned by the little girls of different nations of the world st the present Urn that you would not dare try to count them. Dolls In Japan don't change a great deal. The Japanese have a Festival of the Dolls, you know, when once a year all the little girls exhibit their dolls and have the merriest sort of a time. The queer little Roumanian doll you see In the picture represents the Queen of Roumanla aa she looked when 7 years of age. That charming Scotch laddie, in his pretty plaid, looks for all the world as though he had Just stepped over from the heaths of Scotland, doesn't 'he? While the wee Swedish doll Is dressed Just like a country girl of Sweden. As for the Russian peasant you can see that he is clothed to withstand the piercing winter winds of the great steppes, or plains, or to protect him from the burning summer sun. Children In Alaska play with funny looking figures carved from wood and pulnted In a kind of tattoo fashion. The little Eskimos, too, have dolls carved from wood, dressed exactly I2oe?ofon&AgOs like their own grown-ups, with even boots of reindeer hide. In Italy many a story do the Italian 'girls act with their dollies. They are much fonder of "making believe" than we are. But it is In Germany that the most dolls are made. From here they are sent all over the world, dressed in the Advice Returned IT WAS not long ago that a little In cident happened which made a cer tain Sunday school teacher realize the foolishness of too much preaching. A little girl, who had been in the teacher's charge for some months, was going to live In another town. Thinking that she should not allow her scholar to part without some few words of advice, the teacher said: "Should I never see you again, I hope you will never forget to do your best wherever you may be, and what ever tasks you are called upon to per form. I hope you will always be an honest, upright woman, truthful and brave." Imagine her feelings when the eager face was upturned to hers and the little girl' replied earnestly, "Thank you; and I hope you'll be the same." Hers Was Bigger. Mary May I have some nuts, mother? Mother Yes; take a handful. Mary Mother, would you mind giv ing them to me. Mother Why? Can't you get them? Mary Yes, but your hand holds more than mine. en the other ends of your wires to tbe base. This done, upon each side of your oc tagonal wheel paste a cone, as shown in tbe diagram To operate the wheel you have Only to pour sand In the cones. clothes of the country to which they are to go. It was a Frenchman, Monsieur Ju meau. who first made dolls that were) at all natural In appearance. His dolls were much sought for from the time he began this work (In 18Z), as thsy well deserved to be. Orown-ups, you know, pretend that they don't care a great deal about dolls, but every once In a while you read of some great exhibition where grown folks display all sorts of dolls. Bo they must really like them, after all; don't you think so? Boys, too, when they grow a little big, always say scornfully that "dolls are only fit for girls" but if no one's around when he's ransacking an old play closet you'll find that the boy has the kind est sort of greeting for the old rag doll he hugged and sometimes, to hta shame be It said, treated so badly. Oh. Polly Evans knows lots of the secrets of boys! But she won't give away any more Just now. So you see there are Just as many cjneer dollies as there are queer little bo7s and girls. We always call others "queer," you know, when they're not Just like us; but most lively they call us "queer," too, so It's fair all round. But remember to treat a Strang doll kindly when you see one from a far off country a dolly who can't even speak our language. She's bound to feel homesick and lonely and funny so far from her own home. And before you put dolly asleep to night Just whisper to her all you've learned about her cousins of other lands. She'd like to hear It. I am sure, and she'll feel more grateful than ever to think that she has a much more pleasant home than many of ber distant relatives, and that she is YOUR dolly! The Enchanted Jam UTK8, DEAR; if you'll be very, Y very good, you may taste the Jam from each of these Jan, with the exception of Just one and that's an enchanted Jar, which would cause trouble were It opened." Wilfred was very, very good, and ho was allowed to taste the Jam, as mother "THEN A STRANGE THING HAPPENED" had promised. It was so delicious. Wil fred Just doted on Jam, you know. But that enchanted Jar disturbed him dreadfully. At last he could stand it no longer. Leaning back in the little chatr in his playroom, he muttered, "I've Just got to taste that Jam." Tiptoeing downstairs, he stole breath lessly Into the pantry. Taking the Jar from its place on the shelf, he hurried ly removed the cover. Then a strange thing happened. The Jam began to turn into a liquid. The liquid swirled round and round, and little manikins pulled themselves from it and Jumped over the edge upon tho table. Joining hands, a whole company of them hopped gaily in a circle. You should ihave seen the mischief they got into after that. They ate everything in the pantry, and even caught the fish in the aquarium and gobbled them raw. Wilfred tried to go to tell .mother, but the manikins ran, all together, at bis feet and tripped him so that he fell to the ground. At last, Just as Wilfred was beginning to cry, a little bell sounded. Thereupon, the elves quickly made their way back to the Jar and jumped within. Wilfred replaced the cover on the jar at once. Then he awoke for, you see, he had dreamed all this In his playroom. When Wilfred told his dream to moth er, she smiled, and said: "The Jam In that one jar is really not enchanted; I merely wished to aesi it my boy was strong enough to withstand the tempta tion. But you have learned tbe lesson well, haven't you?" .. A little house, beside the road. A llttlo pig, in peace, abode ; Alone she laughed, alone she cried. Alone she, lived, alone she died. She had a little parlor trim; A little wheel " at which to spin; A little kitchen, trim and neat Where she, cooked beans and apples sweet She had a little bed upstairs; to rumpjj's Kevenge ie'y HE little rascals 1 They rot away with a doien of my choicest melons Just before the season closed, and I'll eat my boots if they don't raid my best grapevines and strip my best nut trees as soon as they get half a chancel" Farmer Isaac Brown known to the "Bloody Robbers" as "Grumpy" waved his flat in the air as though threatening an Imaginary member of the "Robbers." "Oh, come now," remonstrated Farmer Jones, good-naturenly. "I thought they were the worst little scamps in creation, too, until v I came to know them prop erly. When I found the chap they call 'Skinny' and that plucky Mumford boy exhausted by the pike, after their risky swim, I sowed better than I knew. Never , had a bit of trouble with their 'gang' after that, and say, the rogues are really decent little fellows. They've done me 4ots of good turns since I've become friendly with them, instead of worrying the life out of me. aa they used v to when I wanted to pitch into them every time I caught sight of them. I tell you what. Fanner; you treat the boys right and they'll do the right thing by you." Although Farmer Brown pooh-poohed and pretended not to agree with Mr. Jones, still the words sank deep in his mind. ' "Wonder If the rascals woQld come "EVERY FELLOW SEEMED ANXIOUS TO LET THE OTHER CHAP GET AHEAD OF HIM" ' 'round it I gave them a chance," he mused. "Oh, of course they wouldn't," he went on, with decision, remembering how for the past six months he had been harassed by the entire band of "Bloody Robbers." But, all the same, he could not banish the Idea from his mind. He surprised himself when, market day morning, he caught sight of Bill Mumford In the market house, and said to him: , "Say, sonny, I'd like to have you and the rest of the fellows pay me a visit tomorrow afternoon when school's out." Bill could scarcely believe his ears. The rest of the band were no less ex cited than he. "Better be careful," advised ex-Cap-taln Skinny, the schemer; "mos' likely he's got somethln' up his sleeve for us." v Most of the "Robbers" agreed with Skinny, but Billy at last had his way, and it was decided that the "gang" would meet at Warner's barn imme diately after school and see what "Grumpy" had in store for them. Every one was at tbe appointed meeting-place on time, and they all set forth, excitedly discussing as to Just what their visit might mean. Arriving at the path tLat led across fields to the farmhouse, the lack of enthusiasm In the errand became quite noticeable. Every fellow seemed anx ious, to let the other chap get ahead of him and to find a place as far in tbe rear aa possible. Finally, however. BUI Mumford felt his responsibility as leader, and, strid ing to the fore, took his position as leader, at the same time chiding the laggards. Rather sheepishly the others mended their pt.ee, but , still failed to show the slightest eager ness. Tbe band slowly marched up to the door, Where they were met by "Grumpy." "Coxae tbif .way, boys," was tbe com A little gun to shoot the bears. Of Mr. Wolf she had no fear, !!,, She shot at him. If he came near. ' A little garden in the rear lr Gave food enough for piggy dear. ! This little pig she lived content ' 1 And oft to Sunday school the went; 1 She was so good, when she was dead They put a tombstone at ber head. Margaret Gabble Haya dial invitation, as he led them back toward the kitchen, who) they saw great baskets cf the choicest kind of grapes. "Help yourself to all you want," was the next Invitation. Then he added, with a twinkle In his eye, "I suppose you'd get the grapes anyhow, so you might as well have them now." Not a lad moved. The dumfounded look on the face of each boy slowly changed to that of mortification. BUI Mumford suddenly stepped for - ward. "Mr. Brown," said he: us fellers don't deserve you treatln' u this way, after all the mean tricks we've done ye. I c'n only say we'll stand by you after this every blessed one of ua Won't we, fellers?" "You Jus' bet we will:" came In em phatio chorus, from tho shame-faced group of "robbers." "Oh, that's all right; come to think of it, maybe I haven't done Just the square thing by you chaps, either. But Jump in, boys! Take away all you can carry." Without another invitation every one "Jumped In," and there wasn't as much as a single grape left when they had burdened themselves. Inside and out Then, again thanking Farmer Brown heartily, they went on their way, most too elated- to give expres sion to their feelings. Farmer Brown indeed found that It "paid" to be friends with the "rob bers." Always he could count on their help, and countless little favors they did for him. He's Just as fond of them now as is Farmer Jones. No longer Is he known as Farmer "Grumpy," by the way. An Unobserving Thief Y' OSOUF owned a beautiful horaA which was very valuable. While Yousouf was- transacting business a thief stolo the horse. The owner shortly afterward saw the rogue leading his horse, and took him before the cald, or judge. "The horse is mine!" sturdily Insisted the thief. In vain the other argued, and the cald was about to give his decision In favor of the villain, when Yosouf ad vanced suddenly, threw his cloak over the horse's head and demanded of his enemy: "Since you own the horse, tell tha cald in which eye tho animal is blind!" "In the left" said the thief, making a wild guess. Yosouf looked toward the cald trium phantly. "He's blind in neither eye," said he. So the noble horse came into Its rightful owner's possession again, and the wicked Arab was punished. Might Not Understand. Margaret had a French nurse, who tried to teach the little girl a prayer in French. Margaret learned the prayer, but she refused to say It when bedtime came. When pressed for a reason, she said. '"Cause I'm not just sure whether God knews French." Frequently on the Move. Visitor Do you give your dog muck exercise, little boy? Boy Yes slr-e-e, he goes for a couple of tramps nearly every day. A i