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Weeding from twenty wounds; while from a window In their pal
ace burning on the hill, his beautiful young wife looked down
and saw his tragic death.
From Rome I should cross Italy and the Alps, and enter
France. Here I should visit Paris, and a few other cities. Then
I should enter Germany, and visit Berlin, the city of music, and
also the capital. I should then visit Vienna, Constantinople, and
Athens, the center of learning in the ancient world. From Athens,
I should visit the cities of Russia, ending at St. Petersburg. Then
I should sail to Stockholm, the capital of Sweden, and residence
of the king. After visiting a few other cities I should return to
the United States. Here I should gather all my notes, of both
the United States and Europe, and write of my travels. I should
entitle my book, "In the United States and Europe." After writ
ing my travels I should spend the remainder of my life in the
United States, with my friends. —Felix Veilleux,
A Eighth Grade,
East Side High School.
The World Made Better.
When I am grown up I should like to write a book. Not a novel
that when once read is forgotten, but one that the world would
read, enjoy, and profit by. A book that after reading,
one would say of it, "I have been made better by it," or
"It has lifted me up." If I could net do this I should
like to do some one thing that would help the world.
B Seventh Grade, —Roy CaUaway,
Emerson School. 1800 Vine Place,
With a Bent Pin on the Line.
My ambition just now is to be an Izaak
Walton, the famous fisherman. In order to be
veil equipped for such "As a workman is known
by his tools," I should choose from the list
of prizes either the bamboo fishing rod or the sup
plementery fishing outfit. I have no choice between the
two. If, however, I should receive the rod, as I have
little money at my command, I should take a piece of
common twine on the end of which I should fasten a
bent pin, as my grandfather used to do when he was a
If I should receive the supplementary fishing outfit
I should go into the woods and cut a pole and attach it
to my much valued outfit. I am only 11 years old and
perhaps never shall realize my expectations, but I cer
tainly shall get in all the fun and experience I can this
vacation, as I hope to spend most of the summer at
Lake Minnetonka. Angling, to my mind, is a pleasant
and harmless sport or occupation. I have read that Daniel Web
ster thought out some of his finest speeches while fishing for trout.
I have noticed already in my little experience that one must be
patient while waiting for a bite and may improve the time by
thinking out something that may be of service to others, so I
choose this occupation so that I may become something more than
an idle fisherman. —Addison Lewis,
B Sixth Grade, Emerson School. 1610 First Avenue S.
If She Does Xot Change Her Mind.
The height of mj ambition has always been to teach school.
I have said this ever since I can remember aiid I think it is be
cause I enjoy school so much. I have not decided yet, what grade
I should like to teach best, but I have a good many years to do
that in. I should make the work as easy as I possibly could and
•when the children were through their work, I should read to them.
I should like to travel a great deal when I am older, for then I
should be able to remember what I saw, better than if I went
■when younger. I should like to visit California to get oranges and
fruit and Europe to see the beautiful paintings and the ruins of
ancient structures. If I do not change my mind, these are my
plans for when I am grown up. —Irene M. Clark,
B Seventh Grade, Madison School. 610 E Franklin Avenue.
For Vain Kspcciaily.
There is a certain plan that I intend to carry out when I am
trown up. I shall keep a home for stray, disabled, and starved
animals, but mostly for cats, they being not only my favorites but
they are most often found straying around. The disabled ani
mals will be cured as much as possible and the starved will be
fed. Anyone having animals that he wishes to dispose of will be
allowed to bring them to me.
Anyone who wants an animal may co.me to my home and I
shall give him anyone he wants for a reasonable price, the money
given being used to keep up the home. No one may buy any ani
mal from me unless he promises to feed and take care of it prop
erly. If anyone buys an animal and then misuses it, I shall make
him bring back the animal, besides paying a fine, for when he
misuses an animal he also breaks a promise. Now, if any one
Wishes to dispose of or buy an animal let him apply to
B Seventh Grade,
Intentions Were Good.
It is with no little trepidation that I send my wits a-gadding,
on a voyage of discovery into futurity. But, an exceedingly vis
ionary imagination gives me courage. I, therefore, eiabark for
the region before me in the guise of a great moralist and a grave
writer, who attempts to attack folly with the heavy artillery of
moral reasoning. I expected that I had but to raise my voice
and a complete reformation in manners and morals would be
achieved. My fancy echoed the applauding voioes of a generation
that had been retrieved from vice and immorality; I anticipated,
with proud satisfaction, the time, when my essays would be intro
duced into the colleges; when my precepts would be inducted into
every urchin and myself held up es the very incarnation ol what
a good and noble man should be. But to let my readers into a
profound secret —the expectations of man are like the various
hues that tint the distant prospect, never to be realized, but in
It grieves me to confess that, after al! my precepts, and excel
lent admonitions, the people are as much given to backsliding as
ever; they are just as much abandoned to dancing and Sui'day ball
games. The ladies still delight to display bare arms and shoulders
in the ball-room; but at the same time set up an outrageous howl
if a poor fellow appears in public in torrid weather, attired in a
shirt waist. These various evils 1 intended 10 correct, but a peep
into the future has warned me to forbear. But, if I cannot solace
myself with the consciousness of having done good in the world,
there is this pleasing consolation, I did not lack good intentions to
benefit mankind. —Emery R. Brown.
B Tenth Grade, 2S3S Portland Avenue.
Central High School.
The Life of a Sailor.
If I were given a choice cf any occupation, I should choose
. the life of a sailor, as my father was when he was young. Get up
at 3 o'clock in the morning and "swab the deck," as the sailors
say (which means clean the deck), and have it all shining before
the captain gets up. Or climb upon the forecastle and "hang over
the dark blue waves while hoisting the sail to its highest point.
Or when the captain calls, "All hands on deck," to tumble from
wherever I am and go up on deck to see what the captain wants.
And I should also like to be in a war. What if I should die. I
fthouid die with honors, having fought and died for my country.
THE JOURNAL JUNIOR MINNEAPOLIS. MINNESOTA. SATURDAY, JUNE 29, 1901.
There are many other reasons why I should like to be a sailor,
that I cannot explain. —Willie P. Preston.
B Sixth Grade, 2012 Sheridan Avenue 3.
It is the year 1906, and I am in Paris studying architecture.
Just imagine it. I should like to -become a great architect when
I am grown up, and have for my masterpiece some great and
noted edifice like St. Paul's Cathedral in London, and have my
name stand as Sir Christopher Wren's. I should like when I
finish studying in Paris to return to America; and live in New
York, have a suite of rooms furnished as I liked, and be a "bach
elor girl." Here I should practice my profession, and earn a name
lor myself. —Caroline Beede,
B Ninth Grade, 1704 Nicollet Avenue.
617 Fifth Street NE.
There is one thing that I should like to do when grown up,
and that is to climb a mountain. Not one of these hills that seem
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A simple lesson on the folly of getting so puffed up
quite high but ar«
really very small
but a real moun;
and with clouds
along the sides.
Such a mountain J
never have seen;
but if pictures and
books tell the truth
there are plenty of
them in the world.
I should not try to
climb a volcano.
No, I decidedly ob
ject to burning my
feet on the ashes
and hot lava. But
a real mountain I
should like to
climb; not sitting
comfortably in a
railroad car but
making the ascent
on my two feet
■with a staff for the third. There are many other things I should
like to do but they are all air-castles and probably will remain so.
B Ninth Grade,
South Side High School.
1122 Fifth Street S
Ji Wonderful Device by Which She Controls Her
Selfish, Greedy Family.
New Ycrk Tribune.
ALL over the world," says Mrs. Anna Botsford Comstock,
"the wisest and loveliest mothers are those who do all
in their power to make their children good; the most successful
method of doing this, I suppose, is to make it easier for children
to be good than to be bad, by removing the sources of temptation
to naughtiness. The little mother of which I am writing has
a wonderful device of this sort, by which she controls her selfish,
greedy family. This mother is a beautiful, tiny creature, deli
cate and dainty enough to belong to the court of a fairy queen.
She has lovely green wings, about half an inch in length, and
all through them is a network of darker green veins. No woman
ever dressed for a ball in such a pretty combination of gauze
and lace, and yet this is our little friend's everyday costume.
She has also a rale green body and long, slender, brown anten
nae; but her greatest beauty of all is a pair of large eyes that
shine and glow like liquid gold. Such a beautiful insect is she
that she has attracted the notice of many people, who have given
her pretty names in honor of her loveliness. She has been called
by seme 'lace wing fly,' but by most 'golden eyes,' either name
being appropriate. Entomologists, too, have a name for her,
and have described her in their books as Chrysopa and call her
family the Chrysopinae.
"We might naturally infer that such a lovely mother would
have most attractive babies; but this is far from true. In fact.
In the insect world the babies are apt to be anything but attrac
tive. They are usually squirming,wriggling, worm-like creatures,
and often bear not the least resemblance to therr parents until
after full growth is reached. Such is the case with the young
Chrysopinae; the children of Mme. Lace Wing are short legged,
spindle shaped, sturdy litfle fellows, with no signs of wings,
but with great sickle-shaped jaws. Now the form of insect jaws
is the unfailing index of insect character; when they are sharp
pointed and huge, as in this case, they mean death and destruc
tion to any smaller insect unfortunate enough to cross the path
of their owner. The more common prey of the young Chry
sopinae are the Aphides, or plant lice; so bloodthirsty and so
destructive to the Aphis are these creatures that they are known
A Bachelor Girl.
With Two Feet and a Staff.
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you can't see old acquaintancese.
—From Judge, Copyright 1901.
TOO LITTLE JtND TOO BIG.
TO-DAY I asked mama if I could whittle;
Yes, I did.
"Oh, no, my girlie," said she, "you're too little,"
So she did.
But Tcm stepped so hard right on my toe,
I cried, I did.
She said, "Oh, you're too big a girl to cry out so";
That's what she did.
Why can't I cry if I am little?
Or, if I'm big, why can't I whittle?
A -WISE LITTLE MOTHER
as Aphis lions. Although we cannot look with pleasure on sach
wholesale slaughter, yet we must confess that we owe the Aphia
lions a rote of thanks for their work in destroying plant lice,
which infest almost every plant and tree that we try to culti
vate. However, there is little virtue in the intentions of th«
Aphis lion; his highest aspiration is to find something that he
can murder and eat, and not only Aphides but every insect egg
that he finds and every insect that he can conquer helps to fill
his insatiable little stomach.
"Now we come to the problem that Mother Lace Wing had
to solve. If she merely laid her eggs on the leaf and in a
group, as has been the custom of members of her family for
thousands of years, the earliest hatched larva, in hunting for
(something to satisfy *iis first hunger, would inevitably turn
cannibal and make his first meal off of his unhatched brothers
and sisters, a thought terrible for a devoted mother to con
template. However, our Mother Golden Eyes is not nearly so
senseless and frivolous as her transparent beauty might imply.
She has wisdom to solve her perplexing problem satisfactorily,
and this is her way of doing it. When about to lay an egg she
places first a minute drop of very sticky fluid on the surface of
the leaf; this she spins up into a slender thread by lifting it on
the end of her abdomen as high as she can; the air dries the
thread quickly, and it is strong enough to sustain the egg,
which she then glues to the tip of it. The result is that each
egg is supported in midair by its hairlike pedicel a half inch
above the surface of the leaf. These groups of Chrysopa eggs
are very pretty; they look like a forest of delicate stems, each
having a glistening white ball at its tip for fruit. I have no
doubt they have often been mistaken for patches of fungus upon
leaves, for they look more like fungi than eggs.
"When the earliest of the brood breaks his shell he dropa
or scrambles down frc-m his egg perch as best he can, and then
in his hunt for food wanders harmlessly around the bases of " »
threads which support the rest of his family far above his LeaK
and probably out of his sight. His rapid moving little legs take
him soon far away from his hatching place to where unsuspec'
ing Aphides are browsing, and then the slaughter begins. Each
member cf the brood in its turn follows his example, guiltless of
fratracide; and all this virtuous proceeding is solely the result
of Mother Lace Wing's management. I suppose she gets her
reward for her care when, after a season of larval gorging, each
child rolls itself up into a tiny ball and weaves around itself a
thick coating of glistening white silk, thus making a cocoon that
looks like a seed pearl fastened to a leaf. It is to be hoped that
during this period of seclusion the voracious Aphis lion meditates
reformation. This is evidently the case, for after a time,
perhaps a whole winter, it cuts a dainty, circular lid at the top
of its pearl prison and emerges, no longer spindle shaped and
sickle pawed, but with wide, filmy wings, which in some mar
vellous way have been packed in the tiny cocoon. In fact, the
wonders which have been worked in that pearly cell are greater
than those of any magician in fairy tale; for within its walls an
ugly greedy Aphis lion has been changed to a beautiful, golden
eyed Lace Wing."
2215 Sixth Street S,
The Nesting Instinct Causes This Movement Year
EACH spring sends her tender green veiling to cover the cold,
brown earth, and with her come great waves of bird migration,
passing to the northward. Again, when fall sends great sheets of
flame and gold across the hills and valleys, these waves roll be
yond us to the south. What is the meaning of this movement
and removement each season?
People generally think that the movement is largely a mat
ter of food supply, but such is not always the case. If the south
ern country can give them all food in the winter, it could cer
tainly give them enough in summer. It seems to be simply the
nesting instinct which causes this movement year after year.
Take, for an example, our common little barn swallow. The mo
ment' a pair of these birds have reared their brood they begin
their southern journey. Late in August you may see these birds
ia small squads flying in a general southerly direction. There li
no dearth of insects for their needs at this season; but the birdf
have reared their broods, and that was the object of their Jour
ney so they wing their way back again. Of course, all of our
migratory birds do not do as the swallows; for great numbers stay
with us until driven south by cold weather. The blackbirds and
robins stay as long as they possibly can, and then seem to leave
reluctantly. Some sea birds, instead of migrating to different
latitudes to nest, simply fly out to isolated islands far out at sea,
and there rear their young, secure from being disturbed by maa
or beast. This habit has been the reason why some desolate
islands are covered with vast accumulations of guano.
>? SAD TALE.
(Copyrighted, 1901, by author.)
SIX robins sat on a rail,
Each one was bobbing his tail.
One said: "Who's afraid of a cat?
If I were a mouse or a rat,
Why, then, maybe I would be afraid of a cat."
Just then in came a cat and her kittens three,
And she said, "Now, just look at me."
Out flew five robins as quick, quick as a wink,
But she caught our hero before you could think,
"I don't taste as good as a mouse or a rat.
So please let me go, my good Mr. Cat."
"You may think I will let you go loose,
But you are mistaken, you goose."
—Edgar Daniel Richter, Minneapolis.
MIGRATIONS OF BIRDS
James Speed in Louisville Evening Post.
(Abraham Johanne Magnarch.)
a LL the way down from the Pole he came,
f\ With a aeal skin suit and a yard of name.
That each little every day boy might know
How the. little boy looks who's an Eskimo.
Think of a boy who's as big as that.
And never has tasted a thing but fat,
And oil and blubber and reindeer steak,
Who never has heard of a buckwheat cake.
Jolly and broad is his dear little grin,
Showing the small boy fun within:
Maybe he'll tell you it isn't so bad
To be a real little Eskimo lad.
His stout wooden sled, all the long year round,
Goes creaketey screak on the frozen ground.
His toes may be cold and his fingers may freeze.
But he never is bothered with A-B-C's.
When he goes home, he'll astonish them there
With the curious things that they eat and wear
Down in the land where he went to show
How a little boy looks when he's Eskimo.
•-Juliet W. Tompkins in Rocky Mountain Educatoc