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How the Poodle Got
The Chimney Sweep
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f X Y TILL youj provide ' me with
fl dinner and lodging for the
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Tha . landlord of th Black Poodle
Inn looked doubtfully at the speaker,
Imagining, from th ahabby appear
ncs of the traveler, that be waa.
without money, and therefore waa
"SHALL I PAINT A CHAIN?"
asking charity. But the eharp Inn
keeper alio obeerved that the etranger
carried a palette and artlat'a ma
terials; ao he made answer In thla
wise:
"That I will do. but In return you
muat paint a new black poodle on my
sign."
For a moment the artlet aeeraed
about to laugh. He struggled to com
pose his features, however, and
gravely nodded his willingness to
carry out his part of the agreement
Ascending a ladder, the artist waa
soon busy with his brush. An hour
later he leaned back to critically sur
vey the completed painting. Then an
idea came to him,
"Ho, landlord I" he called, T ahall
paint your dog a chain, too. If you will
give ma breakfast tomorrow morn
ing." But the avaricious man did not care
to lose the price of another meal and
he was quite satisfied with the hand
some picture which now appeared en
the sign. He shook his head surlily.
A modest meal was placed before
the artist and a very modest room
was given him for the night.
Next morning the Innkeeper-went to
the door with his guest, not so much
to wish the stranger godspeed and a
fileasant Journey as to proudly exam
ne his new sign In the light of morn
ing. No sooner did he lift his eyes than
he staggered back a pace, and then
stammered:
"Wh-a-t has become of the poodle?"
"You would not have me paint a
chain." calmly replied the artist; "I
fear your dog has escaped!"
As you will probably surmise, the
artist had quietly arisen durlnr the
night, stolen outdoors, and painted
the sign blank. So, through meanness,
the Innkeeper lost a most valuable
painting, for the stranger was the
best-known and wealthiest artist of
the time.
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THEY PLATED
ONLT wish we had as much money
as those rich Americans," sighed
Carmina, casting envious eyes at
the handsome villa owned by the Amer
icans. Brother Pietro said nothing as he rais
ed great clouds of dust with his bare
feet but his wistful look gave assurance
that he shared the sentiment.
They were right In front of the villa
when suddenly Pietro darted forward to
pick up something he had kicked. It
proved to be a big sliver coin, which,
the lad was sure, had come from Amer-
Pietro was sorely tempted to keep the
coin, but as both his conscience and his
alster advised otherwise, he strode to
ward the house of the Americans.
The beautiful American lady seemed
greatly surprised when Pietro stated his
errand. Without hesitation she bade
him keep the coin. And then, as though
seized with an afterthought, she asked
him his name, of which she made care
ful note in a little book.
No sooner did he reach home than
Pietro dutifully gave the coin to his
mother. She made no comment, but
when the father came home that after
noon the two had a long talk together,
at the end of which Pietro's father said:
"Children, there la a holiday in the
city tomorrow. You have been a good
boy. Pietro; you have been a good little
Vv njL 'ymi -.juu 1 1 , i ir
1 1 N. ti ! wu ayln. darllnt
ij. druY ' the snakes from tha
Imcrald Isle, ha ' td himself thot b
would her to alnd away tha ghoata
and tha goblins . and tha banshees,
bckase for Chrlsthlana to be pothered
b alch wouldn't do at alt Accord
ingly, roost of tha ghosta an tha gob
llns an tha good bansheea took t
their heels at wunat; but mlnny a bad
banshee paid no ndtlca o what tha
saint hod ordthered, but atayed an
brought mlnny a body to thelf death.
"Bur, I mustn't ba a-telUn' to you
alch things, that's not for tha llkee o
. you to hear. But. faith, me bead's full
of thlm, since tomorrow's St Patrick's
Day." Here Bridget closed her Hps
resolutely, nor could aha ba beguiled
Into parting with mora of her wonder
ful stockfvsf folk-lore.
However. Michael had heard enough
to put hla head In a whlrL Material
he had gained enough for a doien
day-dreams.- Dreaming, you know,
occupied a large part of the lad's time.
In fact when your father's a captain
In tha army, and you live at a lonely
army post out on the plains, there fre
quently Isn't very much else to do.
There were no other little boys to play
'with. Michael would have been for
lorn. Indeed, had there been no Brid
get to spin fanciful tales for him.
So full was his head with banshees
and fairies that Michael was unable to
sleep that night Bo you can see, can't
you, that what happened him surely
must have been "real"? Michael would
have told you that aa he lay upon bis
little cot ha alept not one wink.
A SPLENDID BANSHEE
The banshee came just after tha
prolonged cry of "All's well!" from
the guard on Number One post It waa
a splendid banshee not at all Ilka tha
shriveled, old bags whlcn Bridget had
told him were the wicked ones. No,
indeed, this was a good banshee, like
a beautiful fairy princess. Quite
trustingly he put his hand in hers
when she sweetly bade him prepare
for their Journey. Then together they
flew over hill and dale, streams and
rivers, until at last they crossed tha
broad ocean.
Speeding swiftly above Ireland, tha
two finally alighted in a wild moun
tain glen. Although It was quite dark,
Michael found that he could see very
well. He, therefore, had ample oppor
tunity to admire the marveloua scen
ery round about him.
The boy was led by the banshee up
the mountain slope Into an Immense
cavern. Here was assembled a great
company of banshees.
"Welcome!" they cried, one and all.
upon beholding the lad.
Michael's guide whispered to him
that once a year the banshees were
permitted to return to the earth, and
that upon such occasions they always
met In this place. What astonished
the lad most was to find among the
gathering several little banshee boys.
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SEE-SAW"
daughter, Carmlna. Both of you have
worked faithfully, gathering fagots and
taking them to town on the back of tha
donkey. And it has been long, too, since
either of you have had a holiday. So
tomorrow I want you to betake your
selves to the city and enjoy yourselves
there as best you may."
Pietro and Carmlna were filled with
Joy. The family were so very poor, you
know, that such pleasures as these could
ill be afforded. It was kind. Indeed, of
their father to so reward their faithful
ness. Arrayed in their very best garments,
the boy and girl joined the holiday
throngs in Roma the following day.
What fun It was to watch the merry
crowds !
In the afternoon they went to a pleas
ure garden, where they swayed to and
fro In a lovely swing and played "see
saw" on the nicest kind of a machine.
Then they bought some sweetmeats.
These they devoured on the way home.
Never before had they had such a
glorious time.
And, best of all, the very next day the
beautiful American lady sent for Pietro
and Carmlna and gave both of them em
ployment about the villa. She was such
a good, kind mistress, and the hire was
so generous that they were able to as
sist their father greatly.
So, in time, the family became quite
prosperous and all because of tha hon
esty of Pietro in one little thing.
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Ha quickly made their acquaintance.,
and with one In particular ha became
quite chummy. '
So pleased waa Michael with hla new
friend that when tha banshee fairy;
came to him and told him that soon
he must take him home ba pleaded
with her to let tha little hansbea boy
come with him.
"No one but St Patrick .himself
could grant such permission." said tha
fairy, shaking her head regretfully.
At this very moment who sfiould en-'
ter the cavern but 8t Patrick himself!
At first one could sea nothing but a
WONDERFUL TALES
bright light, so brilliant was the halo
about the good saint, but after a
while one could distinguish a kind,
smiling face that made you wish to
worship him all the more.
The banshees bowed humbly before
the saint lie asked them different
questions, and hoped they were pass
ing the evening pleasantly. Turning
to Michael, he asked:
"HoW came this mortal among you?"
The good banshee fairy promptly
told St Patrick how lonely Michael
bad been, and that he had been
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SN'T thig a splendid toy! But it really ian't a toy. Though just the right size for the little son of the
tsar of Russia, the locomotive is as real and complete as the biggest engine ever made. The little
station you see is an exact model of the Imperial Railway Station at Tsarskoe Selo, built by the
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First Railway Battalion. It is completely furnished and fitted, and lighted by electricity. All of six months
was required for the construction of the locomotive, the value of which exceeds $3000. Miniature guards
are stationed round about the station, lending to the air of reality.
This present Came from the tsar several months ago. You wouldn't mind being the tsarevitch for aj
time, would you, if you would receive such handsome gifts as these? Think of all the fun you could have,
running your engine round imd round the circle of gleaming track!
Discovered it Wouldn't Keep.
Harold-Mother, I bought sister's
birthday gift today.
Mother What did you buy?
Harold A cream puff.
Mother A cream puff? Why, the
birthday won't be here until next
week
Harold Yes'm; I found that the cream
puff wouldn't keep all that time, so I
had to eat it myself. But sister 11
predate it Just the same, won't sne,
mother?
A Difficult Teat.
Ask two persons to kneel, and have
each of them hold up his right foot by
means of his right hand. This will
necessitate careful balancing on the
loft knee
Then have one hold in his left hand
a goblet filled with water, and have
the other hold in his left hand an
empty glass. Tell them to face each
otaer and to pour the water from ono
glass into the other. Simple as this
may sound, they will find It a feat ex
ceedingly difficult of accomplishment.
TJnexcusable Carelessness.
Teacher Remember, Isaact I started
with one dollar. I spent lu cents for
fruit and 10 cents for candy. How
n;uc- had I left?
Isaac (la disgust) Well, why didn't
you count your change, teacher?
Desired Information.
Wtniam (aged 7) Father, what did the
Dead sea die of?
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braught In order to give him a little
enjoyment for the evening. She want
on to tell of the lad's request that tha
little banshea be allowed to accom
pany hi in borne as a playfellow.
"Well" aald the saint reflectively;
"I jut) of a mind to grant this? request
But remember, my little friend; when
daylight comes you'll see nothing of
your playmate butws shadow; and
when the sun doesn't shine you'll sea
him not at all."
Michael was overjoyed. He grate
fully murmured his thanki. whereupon
St Patrick mysteriously disappeared
ABOUT BANSHEES
and so did the cavern, and the ban
sheesand Ireland. Michael found
himself In his little cot at home.
But somehow he felt that his friend,
the banshee boy. was with him. He
Boke, and, yest there came a soft
reply. He didn't have to speak out
loud, you know. He merely "thought"
it; always there was a whispered
answer.
From that day Michael played and
played with his shadow companion,
fcvery one about the fort wondered
why the boy suddenly should have
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HAT queer and puzzling ports of
things
These girls are, anyway:
I seem to hurt their feelings
In ail I do and say.
They don't at all enjoy my games.
They say I am too rough
And should I chance to test their
strength.
They soon cry out "enough!"
They much prefer to sit aside
And nurse a foolish doll,
And if I sneer and laugh, I'm called
A brute it does beat all!
When I asked my big brother why
'Tis so, he shook his head.
"You'll find the puzzle harder still
As you grow up." he said.
become ao contented and happy. Onca
and onca only he told hla I secret
But Sergeant Kelley laughed at him
' and declared he waa playing with his
own ahadow. Michael knew , better,
however, though he never breathed hi
ecret again, not even to Bridget
Thereafter whenever Bridget talked
about St Patrick or banshees, Mich
ael looked at her In the wise way
which only those have who know all
about such thing. Of course, he had
a perfect right to assume such an
air; for who knew better than he?
What They Want to
Become
NOT long ago a class of boys was
requested to write essaya on
the interesting subject, "What
I ahould Ilka to ba when I am a' man,
and why."
One boy wrote that ha would Ilka ta
be on a newspaper, his chief reason
being that "I would be In the office
most of the time and could keep
warm." He adds: "What la required
is some paper and a pen."
Another wished to be a policeman.
"A policeman gets plenty of air."
wrote he, "and he must be brave and
strong. When people don't behave
he Is allowed to whack them."
A boy Is desirous of being a teacher
"because they have plenty of holi
days. It Is easy work. The things
required are blackboard, chalk, maps
and hooks."
One youngster Intends to be a coach
man so he can wear top boots, a top
hat and big coat; and another a baker,
in order that he may alwaya have
lots to eat
Only one wishes to be a barber and
"use scissors and a razor, and wear a
white Jacket and apron."
Many desire to be soldiers and sail
ors, for various reasons.
Couldn't Fool Him.
"William," asked the teacher.
"If
the
how
seven sheep are on one ,siae 01
fonre. and one Jumps over
It
manv will there be left?"
"None," was William's prompt
re-
pi v.
"Why notr
"There wouldn't be none left," con
fidently repeated William; '"cause If
one bolted all the rest would follow."
lAter in the lesson William again
distinguished himself by defining a
"buttress" as a "nanny-goat." The
teacher s good opinion of Willie's
cleverness seems to be Justified.
Highly Probable.
School Director (reading) "She threw
hemelf Into the river. Her husband,
horror-atrlcken, rushed to the bank "
Now, can any boy tell me what the hus
band rushed to the bank for?
Bright Boy (In rear of room) To get
the Insurance money, sir.
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HAT rough and silly animals
These boys all seem to be!
Why they should so delight to
tease,
I really cannot see!
They're never happy or content
Unless they're playing games
That put their valor to the test
And only failure tames.
Then at our peaceful play with dolls
They love to Jest and sneer;
In fact, they always ridicule
The things we hold most dear.
I asked my grown-up sister why
The boys are fashioned so.
"You'll find the men are still mora
queer,"
She smiled, "as old you grow!"
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( ( HIMNETS I'll clean! Chimneys Til sweep!"
I Tou hear shouted from sunrise till stars 'gin to peep;
London has smoke: London has foes r
(If you doubt it Just look at the chimney sweep's "togs")
All good chimneys this fog and smoke "mixture" despise.
And It seems much to trouble the youngster who cries:
"Tour chimney, your chimney I'll sweep I"
"Chimneys I'll sweepl Chimneys I'll clean!"
Tells the tale of a life that la humble and mean;
Chimneys with soot, chimneys with grime
Yet more black are the "sweeps" than the chimneys they climb; - .
But though hungry, though soiled, though unkempt he may be, ,
Rings the song of the "sweep" ever gaily and free:
"Your chimney, your chimney I'll clean I"
Grandmas Gown
NATURALLY, Mildred was greatly
disappointed. But she really
didn't see how she possibly could
have done otherwise. You see, all tha
girls Nina, Barah, Alice and herself
had been invited to the party given by
Rose Gordon. And as the Gordons lived
five mlloa away, a rather long drive was
necessary. It was Indeed a shame that
the buggy would hold only three of the
girl a However, since one must be left,
Mildred at once chose to be that one,
for she knew how very badly Nina or
Sarah or Alice would feel to be denied
such a pleasure.
Yes, she did feel lonely when all had
departed and she remained alone In the
Wg house. She certainly must do some
thing in order to try to "forget"; so
she climbed up the broad stairway, and
then up two other flights of steps, until
she reached the tiny attic, right under
the gatie of the roof. She always went
there, you know, when she wished to
forget her troubles.
There she was alone with her Secret
It was a delightful secret, too. Delving
in the great "hair" trunk, she would
bring forth the old garments of her
grandmother. Then such fun she had
donning this treasured finery and bow
ing to herself in the huge antique mir
ror whose frame was festooned with
cobwebs!
Was that the doorbell ringing?
Breathlessly she tiptoed to the bottom
of the attlo stairs. Yes. there was the
sound again. Forgetting entirely her
costume, she ran down to the door and
fling it open.
It was a very nice-looking man who
stcod on the steps, but why did he stare
at her so? Oh. now she remembered!
Growing painfully red she half turned,
as though to flee in her confusion.
"Won't you PLEASE stay Just aa you
are?" eagerly begged the man. "I'd ba
ever so much obliged."
Taking a pad and pencil from his
BALANCING TRICK
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i AN you balance a plate on tha
point of a needle' Very likely
you will think not; but you will
be able to perform this trick after
you've learned the right way. There
may be a number of wrong ways, but
usually there's only one right way.
So It Is In this case.
Stick a needle through a stout cork,
lengthwise, allowing1 the point to
protrude a little above the top of the
cork. That part of the needle which
protrudes at the base of the cork cut
off with a pair of sharp pincers, on a
level with the cork. Insert the cork
firmly in the neck of a good-sized
bottle.
Split two other corks in half, along
their length. Run a needle through
each half cork, having it enter on the
long, freshly made surface and al
most at right angles to It. By this
arrangement you can fasten the four
half corks to the rim of a plate, making-
sure there is an equal dlstanca
of rim between each. Insert tha
prongs of a table fork in the bottom
of each half cork.
You will now be able to balance your
plate on the point-of the needle, as a
trial will prove to your satisfaction.
His First Thought.
The following question was put to Jlnw
my: "What were the thoughts that
passed through Sir Isaao Newton's mind
when the apple fell upon his headf"
Jimmy replied in this wise:
"Sir Isaac Newton 'maglned he was
lucky it wasn't a brick that dropped.'- - -
A New Method.
"Well, this IS funny!" exclaimed
Tommy, when he saw his first trolley :
car; "I've seen wagons pulled br horses
and I've seen 'am go by steam, but I
never seen 'am run by a clothes prop
before! ,. . - -
FLUNG THE DOOR OPEN :
pocket he rapidly began to sketch,.;
chatting briskly to her the while. Ha
was an artist, ba said, and bad coma
merely to ask permission to sketch
within tha grounds. '
"Charming! charming study!" hs rt-
marked when ho had finished, and had
carefully tucked the completed sketch.;
away in his capacious pockets, Than ba ;
talked so nicely to Mildred that befora
she realized what she was dolus ba haC
learned all about her troubles.
And THEN whab did Ue kind Artist
Men do but take her on a good, long , '
automobile ride! You see, ha bad left -the
car fight outside the gate. Enjoy!
herself? Why, she had one of the boat
times of her life. And you may be sura ,
that she4 didn't regret In tha least het
absence from tha party. i-
ADJUSTMENT OF APPARATUS !
Amusing Answers.
Teddy Jones may always be ret?f
upon to give tha most unexpected saw
swers in school. The other day he. de
fined a piece of blotting paper as
"something you have to hunt ail over
tha house for while the Ink is Ketthi
dry." When asked te name the hii,i
form of animal life, be rspondd:
"Please, a girsffs la tha bight-st form
of animal life." , -
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Samuel-SomeUJng you can Witt.
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