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. w jr - -1 -v 1 j MtfUMMMMMlMilMMaHiMMIIMMMMMMI rr-ZsCT 1.. .... -m..! .' 555 rite uiivg $KattfnK N flowery, fair Cathay, That kingdom far away, Where, odd as it seems, 't is always night when here we are having day, In the time of the great Ching-Wang, In the city of proud Shi-Bang, In the glorious golden days of old when sage and poet sang, There lived a nobleman who ' Was known as the Trincc Choo-Choo. (It was long before the Chinaman wore his beautiful silken queue.) A learred prince was he, As rich as a prince could be, And his house so gay had a grand gateway, and a won derful roof, sky-blue. His garden was bright with tints Of blossoming peach and quince, And a million flowers whose like has not been seen before or since; f And set 'mid delicate odors Were cute little toy pagodas, That looked exactly as if you might go in for Ice-cream sodas ! A silver fountain played In a bowl of carven jade, And pink and white in a ctystal pond the water-lilies swayed. But never a flower, that grew In the garden of Prince Choo-Choo Was half so fair as his daughter there, the Princess Loo-Leo Loo, Each clay she came and sat On her queer little bamboo mat (And I hope she carried a doll or two, but I can't be sure" of that!) She watched the fountain toss, And she gazed the bridge across, And she forked a bit of embroidery fine with a thread of silken floss. She touched her wee guitar, The gift of her prince-papa, And she hummed a queer little Chinese tune with a Chinese tra-la-la! It was all that she had to do To keep her from feeling blue, For terribly lonely and dull sometimes was poor little Loo-Lee Loo. Her father had kites to fly Far up in the free blue sky (For a Chinaman loves with this elegant sport his leisure to occupy) ; And what with his drums and gongs, And his numerous loud ding-dongs, He could have any day, in a princely way, a regular Fourth of July. Her mother, the fair Su-See, Was as busy as she could be, Though she never went out, except, perhaps, to a neighboring afternoon tea; She was young herself, as yet, And the minutes that she could get She spent in studying up the rules of Elegant Etiquette. So the princess nibbled her plums, And twirled her dear little thumbs. And lent sometimes a wistful ear to the beating of distant drums ; Until one April day 7 sing Mi'tS, s they would say She saw at the gale a sight that straight took Loo-Lee's breath away. Two dimples, soft and meek. In a brown little baby cheek, 1 Two dear little eyes that met her own in a ravishing glance oblique; A chubby hand thrust through The palings ol Damuoo 'A little Celestial, dropped, it seemed, straight out the shining blue. of A playmate, a friend, a toy, A live little baby boy Conceive, if you can, in her lonely state, the Princess Loo-Le's joy! How, as fast as her feet could toddle (Her shoes were a (Jhinese mooei;. She hurried h:'m in, and almost turned his dear little wondering noddle. "Oh. is it," she bent to My In her courteous Chinese way, "In my Terr contemptible garden, dear, your illustrious wish to play?" And when he nodded Ws head She knew that he would hart said, "My itisifnirVint feet art proud your honored estate to tread!"'" (TnU OREGON Oh, then, but the garden rang With laughter and joy ting, tang! There was never a happier spot that day in the realm of the great Ching-Wang I And oh, but it waned too soon, That golden afternoon, When the process played with her Ray of the Sun, her darling Beam of the Moon! For when the shadows crept Where the folded lilies slept, Out into the garden all at once the prince her father stepped, With a dignified air benign, And 'a smile on his features fine, And a perfectly gorgeous gown of silk embroidered with flower and vine. A fan in his princely hand, (Instead of a gentleman's walking-stick it was carried, you understand), AKD THX GIFTS THAT WI1E BIOUGHT TOl LITTLE In splendor of girdle and shoe. In a glitter of gold and of blue. With the fair Su-See at his side came he, the lordly Prince Choo-Choo. The princess bent her brow In a truly Celestial bow. Saluted her father with filial grace, and c-.ade him tie grand kotow. S THTJ TORTOISE TEST SUNDAY JOURNAL, PORTXAND; SUNDAY MORNING,' AUGUST (For every child that bright Knows well the rule that 's right, . That to knock your head on the ground nine times is the way to be polite.) "And pray, what have we here?" In language kind though queer The prince observed. "It looks to me like a little boy, my dear I" "Why, that 's what it is!" in glee The princess cried. "Fing-Wee Most Perfectly Peerless Prince-Papa, a dear little brother for me I" Loud laughed the Prince Choo-Choo, And I fancy he said "Pooh-pooh!" (That sounds very much like a Chinese word, and expresses his feelings, too!) And the fair Su-See leaned low. "My Bud of the Rose, you know If little Fing-Wee our son should be, your honors to him must go !" But the princess's eyes were wet. For her dear little heart was set On having her way till she quite forgot her daughterly etiquette. "Oh, what do I care!" she said. "If he only may stay," she plead, "I will give him the half of my bowl of rice and all of my fish and bread!" - "Dear, dear!" said the Prince Choo-Choo, "Now here is a how-do-you-do! Is there nothing, O Jasmine-Flower, instead? A para sol pink or blue? A beautiful big balloon?" But she wept to the same old tune, riXG - WFI WCCLD FILL ME A C HA PTE a 0 TWO 1 'd rather have little Fir.g-Wee, papa, than anything under the moon !" Then the prince -he called frr lights. And he called for the F,ok of Rites, And all of the classical literature that he lored to read o' nights ; And he read till the dawn of day In his very remarkable way. From end to beginning, from bottom to trji, as on!y a Chinaman may. COPYRIGHT BY TNI CCNTVftY COMPANY " " - I V M Wl St ViXKtfI7 INSTTiDCTIPHOND CAKOLYH WELLS. There was a youthful genius once, a fcoy of thirteen years, Named Cyrus Franklin Edison Lavoisier De Squeers. To study he was not inclined, for fun he had a bent; But there was just one article he wanted to invent. "It 's a sort of a contraption which will work itself," he said; "And, without studying, will put my lessons in my head." He thought and puzzled o'er his plan, he worked with might and main To utilize the wondrous scheme, within his fertile brain : Until at last the thing was done, and to his friends said he: "It is the Wonder of the Age! Success I can forseet My great invention is complete, and 't is no idle vaunt I 'm sure that my Instructiphone will fill a long-felt want. "The action is quite simple I will try to make it dear: This funnel-shaped receiver I apply, to my right car Then in this hopper I will put whate'er I wish tt. learn, A page of history or of Greek, and then this crank I '11 turn. "The topic goes into this tube, a Which acts directly on my mind- sort of phonograph -it does, you need n't "My father adopted a son, His father the same had done; bome thousands of years ago, tt appears the custom was thus begun." He stopped for a pinch of snuff; His logic was sound, though tough; You may rightfully follow what plan you please, it 's only antique enough ! if "A son," he thoughtfully said, "To serve me with rice and bread; To burn the paper above my grave and honor my aged head ! Oh, try me the tortoise sign With a tortoise of ancient line; If he turns his toes straight in as he goes, the boy is certainly mine!" Oho! but the garden rang On that wonderful night ting, tang! When a banquet meet was served the elite of the city of proud Shi-Bang! And all who passed that way Might read in letters gay As long as your arm, "The Prince Choo-Choo adopts a son to-day 1" f. 7i j0 mjWIfmilu lHi,.,i I, 'if laugh! I do not have to think at all, for as I pull this chain, My wonderful machine transmits the knowledge to taji' brain." The plan was good, the works were fine, and yet there was a flaw; When Cyrus turned the crank around, the neighbors watched with awe. , He confidently pulled the chain with motion quick and deft; If knowledge entered hi3 right ear it came out at his left! He tried again, a page of Greek; he tried a theme occult, A message and an errand, every time the same result I Then Cyrus knew that somehow his machine had missed its aim ; Fox thniiKii tin- works ran smoothly, it was always just the samp : No matter what the book might be, or what it was-. about, It would go in at one ear, at the other t would come out ! So, in his laboratory, bafTied Cyrus, sitting lone. Strives to correct the sad defect in his Instructiphone. Rut it is my opinion, there 's no fault in the machine: The trouble is that Cyrus is like other boys I 've seen. There was knocking of heads galore ; There were trumpets and drums a score; The gay pavilions were lit with millions of lamps from ceiling to floor. And oh, but the chop-sticks flew In the palace of Prince Choo-Choo, And the gifts that were brought for the little Fing-Wee would fill me a chapter or two. . But with never a single toy, The princess cried for joy, Nor cared she a jot that they all forgot it was she who. had found the boy! Her dear little heart it sang Like a bird in her breast ting, tang! ' . There was never a happier child that night in the realm' of the great Ching-Wang! And her mother, the fair Su-See, She looked at the little Fing-Wee ' There were mothers in China some thousands of years before you were born, trust me! ' She looked at the children two, And down in the dusk and the dew, With a tender mist in her eyes she kissed the Princess Loo-Lee Loo!
