THE OREGON SUNDAY , .JOURNAL, PORTLAND. SUNDAY. HORNING, JULY 12, 1903
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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.
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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.
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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:
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HUNTING TRICK IN
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Mf SON." said Monsieur
nols. firmly: "when I
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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
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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
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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
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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."
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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
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got hi picture la the paper had
be not been to busy quarreling
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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
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"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.