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SWEET AND LOW
Minneapolis Juniors Spin Yams, True and Im
aginary, About Various Soft Whispers of Ap
TOPIC''A WHISPEE OF SUMMER."
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3EACHMENTS are of no particular value if
they always find fault and never say any
thing helpful nobody eares for that sort of
criticism, and indeed it were better left un
said.. Yet it is a little difficult to say just
what the stumbling blocks were in the way
of Juniors who wrote on the week's topic,
or why there should be any stumbling bloeks.
"Sounds of Spring" called forth the best
work done by Northwestern Juniors in a
long while, .yet ."A Whisper of Summer"
met with little response from Minneapolis
Juniors. Perhaps the whisper was so low it
could not be heard. Perhaps sidewalks and,.
smokstacks and brick walls are not conducive to dreams
of summer. Perhapsfcut who has not heard the river
talk, or the stars sing, or the wind draw melody from the
telegraph wires like unto the
harp strings stretched across the
Ehine for the tempest to play
upon? And then there are birds
and bees and flies, yes, and hor
nets and frogg and mosquitoes,
and all of them have something
to say about summer. The first
pale flowers and the fragrant,
bursting buds, fairly shout in
their gladnessand Juniors have
shown that they have ears. There
are murmurs of house-cleaning,
particularly disagreeable to
boys, and soft chatter about sum
mer gowns and dreams of hats,
particularly agreeable to girls
invitations in the air to play tru
ant, and all sorts of chances to
whisper in school. In short, there
was any number of things to
write about, but a noticeable lack
of thought in the writing. .Think
about all the things that might
come under such a topic, then
choose the most suggestive and
write about it in the most enter
taining way possible. And never
forget to do your best.
Only Three "Gold Buttons" in
(t A BEEEZE came whisper
mg in my ear
That dandelions were blossom
I was lying in the old orchard
hammock, just half asleep and
half awake, but sat up very
straight when this little stray
breeze came away across the
fields to tell me its secret. Dan
delions! The very thing I had
waited and watched for every
day. I was just at that age
when these "gold buttons" are
the most beautiful flowers on
earth. Up to the hayloft I
climbed and soon emerged with a
grape basket under one arm and
a shovel almost as big as myself
under the other. Altho it was
early in spring the walk across
the fields was anything but pleasant, with the sun blaz
ing down unmercifully upon me. When I entered the
cool, shady woods I felt strangely dizzy, and still more
strange I could not remember what I had come for.
I lay down beneath a large oak and floated off to
the land of dreams. On awaking it took a long time
and much puzzling to figure out how I happened to be
there. I even went so far as to almost come to the con
clusion that that wicked little breeze had blown me there,
but later I thought better of it. On the way back I
found three tiny dandelions "and returned in triumph
with them, altho all the way the mocking breeze seemed
to be laughing at me. Anna Dempsey,
Eighth Grade, 2817 Columfms Ave.
ENTERTAINING THE FROG
No Doubt I Enjoyed Being Squeezed During the Prog
ress of the Dream.
(Fifth and Sixth Grade Prize.)
"f^H, LOOK at this little frog I said, holding up to
\J view a small frog. "Oh, yes!" answered my
friend. I must go home, Good-bye!" I sat looking
eagerly after her as she disappeared, still holding my
frog. "Oh! I'm so sleepy," I said to myself, yawning
and looking into the water. Well, that sandman came
around and made me turn toward dreamland.
"Summer! Summer!" whispered a soft voice in my
ear. I turned around to welcome the visitor. Lo! there
stood a maiden, fair and gentle, dropping here and there
a rose, and shaking her thin gauze wings in an excited
manner. So many flowers fell from her rainbow dress,
TKe Jo\iri\aJ J\irvior
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MINNEAPOLIS, MINNESOTA, SATURDAY, MAT 13, 1905. 4
which she held up to carry flowers in. I grasped her
hand and tightly held it. It sudaenly slipped away and
splash! went my frog, who must have enjoyed himself
immensely, being squeezed so tightly, or the rest was a
dream. Esther Sherman,
Sixth Grade, -4456 Lake Harriet Boulevard.
Lake Harriet School.
(High School Credit.)
often form confused ideas about subjects
which seem ridiculous to their elders. I was not
above childish fancies altho I have often heard it whis
pered that I closely resembled the little girl who grew
backwards, her knowledge decreasing instead of increas
ing with passing years. One special delusion of mine be
gan before I had started to school, by my reading a little
poem which ended with the words,
"And when the watermelon's ripe,
Then it's summer.'^.
That same year we had had several weeks of ^un-
usually warm weather early in the spring, which had
melted off all the snow.
Naturally, with childish deduction, I thought it was
summer, and immediately demanded watermelon, to the
great amusement of the family. If anyone had known
how the mixture of seasons was bothering me, without a
doubt I should have been set aright, but I did not give
anyone a chance to make the correction, fearing I should
/'be teased about my fondness for watermelon. But snow
(Continued on Sixth Page.)
LOOKS LIKE A TOTAL ECLIPSE.
THE WEEK'S ROLL OF HONOR
MINNEAPOLIS PRIZE WINNERS.
Anna Dempsey, Eighth Grade, Clinton School, 2817 Colum
Esther Sherman, Sixth Grade, Lake Harriet School, 4450
Lake Harriet Boulevard.
Arthur Wester, Eighth Grade, Garfield School, 2427 Thir
teenth avenue S.
Donald Moorhead, Seventh Grade, Horace Mann School, 3109
Jamea A. Coles, A Sixth Grade, Washington School, 1105 Sixth
Grace E. Matthews, A Sixth Grade, Jefferson School, 1114
Chestnut avenue N.
NORTHWESTERN PRIZE WINNERS.
Joe Stasha, Eighth Grade, Warren, Minn.
Cora Jones, Sixth Grade, Breckenridge, Minn.
Anna TrieloS, Seventh Grade, Carver, Minn.
Arthur McElroy, Sixth Grade, Washington School, St Claud,
Charles Randall, Fifth Grade, Cavalier, N. D.
Edith Carson, Fifth Grade, Chatfield, Minn.
HIGH SCHOOL CREDIT.
Alvylda DeHaven, A Ninth Grade, North High School, 3200
Logan arenne N.
Emma Ghering, Tenth Grade, Larimore, N. D.
Mae Quigley, Tenth Grade, WaHasha, Minn.
Stella M. Jones, Ninth Grade, Dassel, Minn.
Ines Works, Ninth Grade, Hawley, Minn.
Lilly Boman, Ninth Grade, Cokato, Minn.
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Northwestern Juniors Recall Incidents Which
Caused Much Merriment, Sometimes at Their
TOPICAND THEN MOTHER LAUGHED.
NYONE who has been a Junior a minute and
halfor a year and a half anywayknows
that the Junior standard in writing consists
of two things: originality of thought and
originality of expression, but that of the
two the latter counts most with the editor
in deciding which papers shall be printed.
The topics are such, as a rule, that nothing
will answer but experiences in the very own
lives of the Juniors, or, when the editor so
specifies, fiction stories always plainly
labeled, "Imaginary." However, it is
sometimes necessary to remind Junior
writers that the best stories and those that
carry off the most honors are nearly always perfect in
matters of spelling, punctuation, capitalization and
paragraphing. Their success does not depend on
these things^ Jtmt attention
to such little details always
counts for somethingapprecia
tion, and benefit to the writer
even if no prize or button is
forthcoming. In one paper this
week the opening sentence be
gan with a small letter instead
of a capital, and others were
truly puzzles that the editor
thought ought to be labeled,
"Find the punctuation." Then
look out for "got" it is a very
vain word that likes quantities
of attention, so it slips in al
most anywhere there are many
common words which will do just
as well. Don't "start" to do
things any oftener than you can
help just do them occasionally.
I started to bring it home and
show my mother, etc.," is a very
awkward way of expressing in
tention to do a certain thing
I was about to take it home
to show mother," is much bet
SUCH A SOLOIST!
A Beautiful Bird, Base in More
Ways Than One.
upon a time not many
years ago when I was a
small boy, I had a little pet crow
about as large as a young rooster.
He was nameless, speechless,
brainless and harmless. What
few feathers he had were black.
I caught him one afternoon when
I forgot to go to school. He
could sing like a canary bird
only he had a bass voice. I took
him home, being careful not to
let father and mother see my
beautiful bird. Things began to
disappear mysteriously from the
cupboard. Of course I was
blamed. I had to confess what
had been done with the missing
articles. I was told to get my
canary bird, as I called him. I
brought my nameless, speechless,
featherless, brainless and color
less bird to the doorand then
Eighth Grade. Joe Stasha,
THOSE UNGRATEFUL FISH
First Mother Only Twinkled and Then By and By She
Had a Chance to Laugh.
(Fifth and Sixth Grade Prize.)
"VJ*ET is my pole all right! If you play a trick on me
I will not go and then you will have to stay at
home/' I cried.
"Oh, don't be cross, sis. Ton know I never (f)
play tricks on you. I" but I had gone to see about
We were going fishing and had boasted of all th
fish we were going to catch we had even told Grace that^
she should have her appetite for black bass satisfied.
"Now, mama, you need not order any meat for sup
per, as we shall have plenty of fish and we will be home
in time to fry them," I said.
"Very well, Cora," said mama, but there was a
twinkle in her eye.
"Mama, you ought not to talk that way or look that
way, for you know well we will get a great many."
"Do I, dear!" asked mama, and that was all I
could induce her to say.
We started off, confident of our luck. We fished and
fished, but the fishes did not seem to like us, for they
did not bite. Ney finally said in a lofty tone, "If you"
would not chatter so they would bite." I shut my
mouth and did not say another word. Soon Ney became
tired and said, "Wellj can't you ever say anything f"
"No," I replied. It soon became dark and we went