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THE OREGON SUNDAY , .JOURNAL, PORTLAND. SUNDAY. HORNING, JULY 12, 1903 - - - - - -. 1 i .. I (Copyright. JIOJ, by Th North American Company.) . ';' . , . ' s .. " Cfie Fairv-tafeMOE HAtfS CHRISTIAN ANDERSEN. THE FAIRY TALE MAN I I printed of ncrap creens which the Fairy Tale Man made for the amusement of his boy and girl friends. ' ricturea were clipped from illustrated papers and then pasted together to ' complete one big artistic screen. So you may know that the Fairy Tale Maa was-very fond of children. But this is rot all he did for them. He wrote the bestest kind of, fairy stories stories . which are read the world over. Ameri can, English, German. French, Spanish end Italian children enjoy them no more " than'do the little pig-tailed children of far-off China or the swarthy-skinned boys and girls of India. What kind of a person was this Fairy Tale' Man, whose other name was Hans '. Christian Andersen? You shall hear the story of his life a story which Is the r tale of the Ugly Duckling all over again. On April 2. 1805. there was born In the Ianish city of Odense, on the Island of, I'tinen, baby who was finally to be v come the Fairy Tale Man. 't he building In which Hans was born was torn down shortly afterward, and the first home t f which the great story-teller bad rec- , HectlotT'as aittlo house oh Monk Mill's street. There were only two rooms on the ground floor. From the kitchen , you climbed by means of a ladder to i a tiny attic, above, where upon the .window sill was a garden box containing lettuce, and garlic and a few flowers the very same box you remember so well In the tale of the "Snow Queen." And almost overshadowing the modest dwelling was the famous Church of St Canutft, whose pealing bells so often be- - gulled the fancy of little Hans. Hans' father was a cobbler, with the ambition to achieve fame under Napo leon. But his military career was short, for he got no farther than tho neighboring duchy of HuUtein .before , be came home to die. There remained t care for the lad his simple, Indus trlous mother. His grandfather, though mad. was quite harmless, and the boy ttflpn went to see the old f entleman. : who carved innumerable grotesque mon , Bters out of wood. The grandfather and " the grandmother who now attended the , . madhouse gardens were once In better circumstances. From the latter Hans uwru aiunes ot a ceruua srem-Braim-.. mother, come of a noble family in Cas sel, who had run away with a theater , player. J'erhaps it was the story of this an cestor that influenced Hans in his de sir to become an actor and a writer of . plays. Be that as it may, at a very early age he had a fondness for the the- , ater. Indeed, while a tiny youngster he would set up his puppet playhouse and therein enact dramas with the little wooden dolls his father had carved for him. Later, after his father died, Hans' rnpther wished him to learn a trade. Hut at the factory where he was sent the boys made such fun of this homely, gawky lad that the sensitive boy re turned to his dolls and playthings. He was not as other lads were. For hours ha would sit with the old ladies, while they spun, and listen to their strange tales and legends. He would stroll along the Odense river, dreaming of Ilans and stories which ariwKani ,, orougnt lorm the world s admiration. When only fourteen years eld -he started for the city of Copenhagen twenty miles distant from Odense to make bis fortun. Then for two years the boy had rougn time of it. He failed in his ambition to become an actor, but many friends le found who tried to help him a. quire learning. Many difficulties lt th,- lad In his studies, but he surmounted them ail. In liCSt after h had entered ihe Uni versity of CoprruWen. Y." pjblished writings of great ihhii. At last wo- r!e began to take not... nf tne -rZ,v uckling." In IMS ne prante.l m. pension by King Freden. k vi Then r.e set out on his travel t!rouitr. Kranr-. Pwltseriand and Italy. I.ater he went to K -4. ui trvc, wiiBiniiiiini lip, H.Tld nurfh te Sweden. Some time bfor Vs k. h1 visited Germany. n But now that fame had come fo th. LATEST great writer, and" he was loved through out Denmark, he was Just as modest and unassuming as ever. When he would espy an acquaintance on the street he would wave his umbrella or cane or whatever he had In hand, or shake hands and clap the person warmly on the back. Best of all was he loved by the children. One look Into his kind ly gray eyes made them forget the tall, homely, stooped figure. And they trooped around him. grasping his hands, and merrily asking him questions. To his native town of Odense. the Fairy Tale Man ever remained true. He loved the town and its people, and they returned his love. When. In the year of his death (1875), he journeyed to Odense. the town was literally ablaze with decorations In his honor. In this way was there fulfilled a prophecy which an old woman made when Hans first left Copenhagen. "When he returns," said she, "Odense will be illuminated for htm." And so It was. But who could help loving such a dear old man? In truth, the Odense children of today seem to Idolize the very statue of the Fairy Tale Man. It was erected through the contributions of the Danish children themselves, and it stands In the King's Garden, on the banks of a miniature lake where swim majestic swans. Just such beautiful birds as the Fairy Tale Man liked to write about. Around this statue the boys and girls dance, and as it stands with arms outstretched toward them and with a kindly smile upon Its face, it would almost seem that sgaln the Fairy Tale Man was telling those entrancing stories of "The Nightingale," "Thumbellna," "The Old House," "The Shepherdess and the Chlmney-Sweep," and ever so many others. No one can Imagine the Fairy Tale, Man doing other than providing delights for girls and boys. I really think he must at this very moment be telling charming tales to little cherubs, hover ing round about htm: - Don't you? And -surely they must love him Just as all of us here love him. ( i - AFE I 1 N Vhll J me"- feel. and well protected. brave Heart Is guarding So says mother dear whenever I a soldier try to be. 'Course. It Isn't that I'm daring. Or I'm very, very brave; For if just to me came danger I don't know how I'd behave. When I was a tiny fellow. Everything quite easy seemed: J7- M3 HUNTING TRICK IN 05 Xr, Mf SON." said Monsieur nols. firmly: "when I A 1 bot bought your dlabolo set I told you quite plainly that It must last you at least a month; nor will I reversa my decision." Frederio sadly turned and walked away. Always careless withhls oys, ho had broken three dlabolo aeUwlthln the past two weeks. Now his father was determined to each the boy a les son. The punishment was. Just, Frederio knew, and at any ordinary time he would have borne it with fortitude. But tomorrow was the 14th day of July, when he was entered in the dlabolo contest. And he had no set! As was usual for him, Frederio had also spent his week's pocket money. Unfortunately, too, his sister Christine had spent her all in the purchase of ribbons and other gewgaws for service on the morrow. There was apparently no way out of the difficulty. Frederio was inconsolable. The weather for this Joyous celebra tion was dpal. Not a cloud marred the sky. July 14, you know. Is the French holiday which marks the falling of the Bastile. Paris. In particular, is In her gayest mood upon this day. In the morn ing there Is speechmaking by great num bers of dignitaries, exercises and proces sions of the school children and military pageants. Then the afternoon Is by custom devoted exclusively to the chA dren, who participate In all manner of v games and contests. At the close of the day there is a magnificent display of fireworks, - and the rest of tho evening is spent In mirth and revelry. Frederic and Christine acquitted them selves well in the patriotic exercises. In which both had prominent parts. And Cjhristine looked so nice in the proces sion, with her pretty new gown, that Frederic In his pride for her forgot tem porarily his own dissatisfaction. After ward the splendid procession of brightly uniformed soldiery was enough to stir any boy's blood. When luncheon was over Christine and Frederic, accompanied by their father and mother, eagerly betook themselves to where the children's games were to be held. A great crowd had already gathered to witness the different events. Promptly at half-past two o'clock, the master of ceremonies announced the beginning of the contests. First, there was a "three-legged" race for the boys. I'd kill tigers and great lions, Bears and elephants I dreamed. Now I'm big. I'm not so boastful. 'Cause I might as well own up I'm not fond of Inky darkness. And I bate Ted Jones' bull pup. But, If anything, whatever, To hurt mother dear would try, I would show that I'm her "Brave Heart"- I would fight until I'd die I j . i.r i Jfoopfoce r 1 1 j. T - I - r it JltvdrtMQ Each lad had one leg tied up with a gay-colored Bcarf. This left him one leg and his hands to cover the stretch of pavement that lay between the starting-point and the goal. Frederic hob bled along the course with great vim, and he was roundly cheered by nu merous friends when he came out In sec ond place. Christine did well, also. In the bowl race which followed. In this, several little girls ran with bowls filled to the rim with water. She who reached the goal first, and without spilling any of the water, was awarded the prize. Nest came an es race, in which boys rah along a stretch of ground with eggs balanced in spoons; then a candle race, and many other contests. The hoop SKINNY PATIENTLY W" rE'D never have lost that base ball game to Newtown If it hadn't been for the first two In nings: and th, first innings wouldn't have been bad if Skinny and Joe Stan ton hadn't missed the 2.15 train. And Skinny says they wouldn't have missed the 2.15 train If It hadn't been for the "plney." That's Just like Skinny to blame a poor, harmless animal for los ing our baseball game, and not give It a .chance to 'fend Itself. As well as I can make out. Skinny left home 'bout 10 o'clock and went through Perkins' front gate ten minutes later. Then he said to Mrs. Perkins: "Mis' Perkins, ma says here Is a half dollar, an' she wants a nice, fat chicken." "Ail right. Joseph." says Mrs. Per kins. (Joseph is Skinny' real name, but he's never called that by us fel lows.) "All right, Joseph." says Mrs. Perkins; "suppose you catch one your self." So Skinny scooted out to the chicken yard, got his eye on a plump hen. and started to chase her. Now chasing hens is mighty warm work, an' after awhile Skinny thought he might as well rest a bit. It was when Skinny was sitting on a chicken coop that he saw the "plney." That's what Fanner Perkins said It was ii n i i---' .7"-y-i ;'- v;v . lit a Ki tit "'i i i ' - t .. I I Fl . .. .....vs . 4,: J S W9 ' V s. t the Prizes' race for girls was announced aa the event to follow. As Christine took her place In the line of girls who were competing, her neigh bor whispered: "I hear there's going to be a delight ful set of diabolo for the winner of this race." At once the thought came to Christine that here was an opportunity to Win the set for Frederic, and thus enable him to enter the contest to be held later. Frederic, In the meantime, had given up all hope of his father relenting, and, as befitted a brave lad, was trying his best not to feel disappointed. It really was a great disappointment, because he was very skilful at diabolo and' had WATCHED THE HOLE V when Skinny told him about It. 'though Skinny aid It looked exactly like a weasel. Anyway, the little beast, what ever It was, streaked across the chicken yard Just like lightning and dived right down a little hole near the fence. You can bet your life that .Skinny wasn't long getting to that hole. You see. Jack' Warner Is so hefty proud over that" groundhog skin he's got nail ed to his pop's barn that every one of us fellers la trying to catch something that'll make Jack feet as humble as dirt Well, s'r. Skinny plugged up the hole. and' then started to hunt like blazes for the other door of the "pincy" home. He spent 'bout an hour at that, and then, not finding any. went to work to dig at the hole ho'd stopped up. He digged and digged and digged, till he had most of the yard dug up. But he began to find so many little galleries that branched off from the main hole that at last he made up his mind he'd have to dig until kingdom -come. So he rat right down by the diggings and waited. When we fellows got to th depot Skinny wasn't there. And when It was only about five minutes to train time, we began to get anxious. Joe Stanton started off at a run for Skinny s home,, and from there traced him to Perkin'. Tiere Joe found 'im. "What In thunder are yuh doln'? yells Joe. "Don't yuh know thst you'll have to hustle like sixty to catch the train V frktrmy turned his head, and Just then the "plney" skipped out from bis hole nd streaked It 'cross the yard. Skinny streaked 't, too. but his path ieC toward th depot. A you know, be and Jo missed the train, and didn't get to New town till-an hour and a half later. Skinny got the dickens all 'round. Hs'e our best pitcher; and we gave it to la hot and heavy for losing the game. And then when be got home his ma told him a few things about not geltln' her chicken. Skinny hasn't seen Mr. Perkin yet. an' he' putting oil meeting her Just aa long a h, cam. She ha It ta for him, 'cause he dug ua th chicken yard. New, I gue-ss yo know Just bow w tost th game. "Coure, thee Kewtowa fellow caa play ban a little, bot erJ' nsrtJy wt'4 Bcked then all to hollow If It hadn't been for Skinny and that co&aaraed "pu y." 3 ' ne.- mwnu,, T" ARaeKof Water Jbs every chance of bearing oft the honor. But the hoop race was on. ' Christine gritted her teeth. Swiftly she flew along the course, spinning her dainty hoop with an energy1 that soon brought her directly In line with the foremost girl. But try a she would she could not forge ahead of her rival. Suddenly the other girl slightly turned her head to note Christine's progress, the hoop was sent on a false spin to the right, and Christine in a breathless spurt reached the goal the wlnnerl And t-'ter the cheering for her plucky fight had sub sided, she was presented with a splendid dlabolo set! Monsieur Dunols wa so proud of hi little daughter's achievement that he finally consented to permit Frederic to use the diabolo set. This event, as had been expected by the other contestants, was captured by Frederic, who went Into the contest determined to do hi best, as much to show his appreciation of Christine's generosity as for any other reason. In all the Jubilation which followed, however, Frederic did not lose sight of the lesson so painfully taught him. And although he Is stp.1 careless and de structive with his toys at times, he now tries his level best to correct the fault, so that no one has any longer great cause for complaint. Faculty of -Observatioh "H OW many seed compartments in an apple?" he are there queried. No one knew. .- r'And yet," said the school Inspector, 'all of you eat hiany apples in the course of a year, and see the fruit every day, probably. You must learn to notice the little things in nature," The talk of the Inspector impressed the children, and they earnestly discussed the matter at recess time. The teacher the . next day overheard this conversation In the play yard. A little girl, getting some of her com panions around her. gravely said; "Now, children. Just s'pose that I'm Mr. Inspector. You've got to know more about common things. If you don't you'll grow up to be fools. Now tell nte," she said, looking sternly at a playmate, "how many feathers has a hen?". How a Horse Gall( lops A HORSE In full gallop places only one foot at a time upon the ground. Did you know that? This fact Is more convincing to the ear than to the eye, for the human eye, after all. Is a trine slow. In listening to a horse galloping on a hard road, it will be found accurately exhibited by plac ing the little finger on a table or pane cf glass, and causing the other three fingers to follow in rotation; by so do ing the precise sound as of a horse gal loping will be prod-uced. 'I remember it was a common practice for boys tqj cab bage all the empty tin cans and use them for galloping. Great sport. The bottom of the can was held In the hand, the opened top was on the ground. As we galloped through the streets, fifty strong, people thought they heard a regiment of cavalry coming. Angler "Is It against the law to fish In this stream, can you tell me?" Boy "Npa. but It's again' common sense. Ther" ain't ho fish In It!" R. TORTOISS woirtd never bar " , got hi picture la the paper had be not been to busy quarreling , . v. ... ' j T ie ' I-'- ..''fcfc. ' -'A-'- jST' with himself tooberve the man's ap proach. That I now ha was captured. An ordinary tortoia wouldn't bare been taken In such a way. But this tor toise waa different from bia kindred, although, nnlee jroa looked for a bead, any dissimilarity waa not apparent. The ball sneas tired two by a ad three- Daddy Storks Mistake FOR a long tlms Clarissa had praysd for a sister a nice little baby ister, whom she could lov and fondls. And now th mean-old stork . had brought her a baby brother that fretted and squalled and looked evr so crossly at her. y -"Daddy Stork must have mad a mii take. .I'm sure h must; and I do wish he'd take this baby back." said Clarissa "Impatiently, as ! frowned upon her baby brother. - ,. Clarissa dldn'fknow Just bow It cam about, but. suddenly sh found besld her a radiant angel, clad In gleaming l4bes of white, and wearing a brilliant tar above her brow. And th angel, . though still smiling' sweetly, said quit reprovingly to the little girl: "There was no mistako. Th queen of r "AN ANGEL BESIDE HER" heaven heard your prayer, and Imme diately she bade a little cherub ceab from playlngjWith the stars, and run across to the chamber of souls with a message. Now, this message directed that a delightful little girl baby be se lected from among the souls, and be given to the stork messenger. But when we happened to tell the queen that a naughty boy baby was disturbing the little souls, she commanded this baby sent to you. In order that It might teach you patience and kindness." "I have Just been too ugly for any thing," murmured Clarissa through her tears, "and won't you please tell the queen that I'll be as kind and patient a ever I can. And I- really do feel that I love baby brother now." Clarissa quickly proved that, after all. Daddy Stork had made no mistake. Bottle "Stunt" SPREAD a newspaper flat on th table and upon the paper stand a bottle, mouth downward. You may then announce with per fect confidence that you can draw the POSITION OP BOTTLE newspaperfrom beneath the bottle with out upsetting the latter. Grasp firmly two ends of the paper. Ask' a friend to pound gently upon the table. Before long your bottle will nave "walked" off Ihe newspaper. Neighborly. A few days after a farmer had sold a pig to a neighbor he chanced to pass the neighbor's place, where he saw thmr little boy sitting on the edge of the pig pen watching its new occupant! "How d'ye do, Johnny." said he; "how's your pig today?" "Oh, pretty well, thank you." replied the boy. "How are your folks?" "What became of Nineveh V asked ft Sunday school teacher. "It wa destroyed," said Johnny, promptly. "And what became of Tyre?" "Punctured." euarter Inches a trifle larger than nsual for this kind of box tortotoe but all other part were normal; that ta, all except the bead. And this tortoise bad not one, but two beads. Yeu see now bow be eonid readily figbt Wrfh himself. The "Same twins" tortoise at th present rim to probably about i month t-M. and ta a aativ ef Vtrfinia. Th ! beads are perfectly formed. They tTr teed toret her, bat da a separata ir and alternately.
