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title: 'The Minneapolis journal. (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, May 13, 1905, The Journal Junior, Page 3, Image 35',
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mild, the snow and ice melted away considerably earlier
than has been the case for many years. This, naturally,
caused frequent snowslides from the housetops.
Mother had been downtown shopping, and when
I saw her coming back I ran to the side of the house to
make a snowball, which I intended to throw at her. Just
as she stepped upon the walk that leads %p the house I
walked out a few feet and yelled, "Look out for your
head!" I could not help laughing at seeing how I had
surprised her. Just as I was about to throw the ball a
snowslide from the roof knocked me down and com
pletely covered me. Then mother laughed.
Tenth Grade. Hilding Eagle,
Box 307, Delano, Minn.
PAPA'S TURN TO JOKE
It was a fine morning, April 1, when I leaned out of
bed and said, "Oh, my stomach!" in a way which made
father think I was in agony, and which also frightened
mother. "Oh!" I moaned again, as if in great pain.
"What is the matter?" asked my father, as he
arose and hurriedly dressed.
"My stomach hurtsohmy stomach hurts!" I
He came over to my bed and felt of my stomach.
I don't see anything the matter with your stomach,
but it will do no harm to take a dose of castor oil. Castor
oil! I did not think of that before and I was only trying
to April fool him. What should I do? He soon came
with the bottle and a spoon.
"Aabut Iwas fooling," I said.
"Oh, no, you were not," he said. "Open your
mouth, wide now."
Again I groaned, I was only fooling." I tried to
laugh, but I could not. He forced a big dose of castor
oil into my mouth. I realized tne tables were turned,
and then mother laughed. Ernest Francis,
Sixth Grade. Williston, N. D.
TOBOGGANING IN SUMMER
One day mother and I went to the woods after flow
ers, and we had picked a great many when we heard a
noise like a dog barking. It came nearer and nearer
and we could not hear anything but barking and howling.
I had been looking around quite a while, when I saw
that it was papa, but I did not say anything about it to
mother. We kept looking and looking to see what it
was, but pretty soon I thought I could not keep it any
I told mother that it was papa, but just as I turned
around I stepped on a wet leaf and slipped and slid all
the way down a very steep hill. That was the first time
I ever slid down hill when the snow was off. I was a
-pretty grimy boy when I reached the bottom, and then
mother laughed. Laurence Greenwood,
Sixth Grade, Owatonna, Minn.
SOUPBONE, OF COURSE
One day mother told me to go down town and get
one yard of-featherbone. "Featherbone!" I exclaimed.
"Yes, featherbone," she answered. I did not know
what featherbone was, but I thought maybe she had
been working at something and did not know what she
said. "Yes, that -must be it," I said to myself, "she
made a mistake. It must have been soupbone." So I
went down to the meat market and bought the soupbone
and went home thinking I had fooled mother. When I
came home I gave her the package. She said, "What
have you there?" I said, "Soupbone." I did not ask
you to get soupbone!" she answered. "Wellwhat did
you ask for then?" I replied. "Featherbone," she
answered. I do not know what featherbone is," I said,
"so I thought you must have made a mistake." And
then mother laughed. Adolph Hamre,
Sixth Grade. Granite Falls, Minn.
AJLSO THE AURORA BOREAXIS
One clear night I intended to go out and play with
some boys, as it was Halloweeen.
Mother saw me and told me I would better stay at
home. I did not want to do that, and I went out to con
sider the matter. "Now, she only wants me to chop
wood or get some water for her, I'll wager anything,"
I soliloquized. "Anyway, there is enough wood cut for
tonight. I'll get up early in the morning and attend to
those matters," I thought.
I went away and did not enjoy myself at all, for
otur "crowd" was "peppered" three times, and a large
pail of water was distributed among us. We separated,
and as I went my way I marched double-quick time, for
some ghosts and the Aurora Borealis chased me. When
I reached home I saw about twenty children leaving our
house. Mother told me it was a surprise party on me,
and then I was very angry at everything. I was told
to obey better afterwards, and then mother laughed.
Seventh Grade. Bay Holmes,
FROM A SAFE DISTANCE
This spring I received a pair of chickens from a
neighbor of ours. They are very tame, and I play with
them every day. They eat out of my bands and some
times fly up on my shoulders. I like them very well, be
cause they are so tame. Mother likes them, too, because
they furnish us with eggs. Once I took them into the
house to see what they would do. They didn't like it in.
there, as they saw so many strange things. They flew up
to the looking-glass, and when they saw themselves in
it they thought their reflections were other chickens and
began to fight with them. Then when they saw they
could not drive them away they flew upon my shoulder,
and from this safe distance they looked very boldly at
the strangers. And then mother laughed.
Fifth Grade. Clarence Hesgard,
Buxton, N. D.
A GAME OF PEEK-A-BOO
One day at about a quarter to nine I could not find
my cap. I hunted high and low, but could not find it. I
asked mother about it, but she only smiled and said
nothing. I went out of doors, thinking that I might have
left it in the yard, but it was no where to be found.
When I went into the house I happened to pass by the
looking-glass, and there upon my head was the missing
and long-looked-for cap! I looked up to see if anyone
was around, and told mother I had found it on my
head. And then mother laughed.
Sixth Grade. sFrank Josephs,
THE JOURNAL JUNIOR, MINNEAPOLIS, MINNESOTA, SATURDAY, MAY 13, 1905.
IN A CRANKY MOOD
"I'm going over to Dora's, mama," I said.
"No, you must stay at home this afternoon."
"Oh why? Can't I?" "Yes! yesJ I do wish you
would," said mother.
I started off in a very cranky mood. When I ar
rived at Dora's she suggested that we paint the house.
"We have some old green paint which we can use," she
said. The house was brown, and of course we thought
green would look very beautiful on it. We had just be
gun when Dora's mother came out. &
I want you towhy, what are you doing, Dora?
Come right into the house!" ^When they had disappeared
I said to myself, "I^m going to paint myself." So I
took the brush ami covered it with paint. First I painted
my shoes and stockings, next my hands and face. "I'm
going home now," I said, and ran off. When mother
saw me she looked at me
aghast and said, What
have you been doing?"
"I've been painting," I
said. And then mother
Fargo, N. D.
1Tompkins had been
for muscle and strength.
Purchasing a book of ex
ercises, he commenced
the office to practice book
carrying for deportment.
THE SAME SPOT.
One day last March it
had been raining and the
walks were very slippery.
I was standing in the win
dow watching the ram,
when mama came out and
started down the walk.
When about half-way
down she slipped and found
herself sitting comfortably
in the wet grass. I
could not help laughing)
and when she saw me she
said, "You will have your
That noon mama found
that she needed some flour
right away, and as we lived
a long way from any store
we could not get it in time,
so I had to buy some of one of the neighbors". I was care
ful to avoid the place where mama had fallen and reached
the neighbor's house in safety. When I was on the way
home it rained and the flour, which was in a paper sack,
became wet. I was running and not paying any
attention to where I was going, when I slipped and fell in
the same place where mama had fallen. I threw up my
hands, and in doing so I jerked the sack so that it broke
and the flour, which was very damp, fell in a shower all
over me. As I sat there almost dazed, covered with flour,
I heard a step on the walk, someone picked me up (the
someone proved to be mama), and then mother laughed.
Eighth Grade. Mildred I. Lewis,
2Chair balancing he
felt was very beneficial.
A CALL TO THE PANTRY.
I well remember one time when I felt pretty cheap.
Mother was going away to spend the day and warned me
to behave myself. As I was a small boy I soon forgot and
then the pantry especially called me. No sooner had she
gone than I just slipped in to see what was there, with
no intention of disobeying. I found three or four small
round things which I found afterward were nutmegs.
The nutmegs I proceeded to transfer in quick order. I
soon began to feel sick. I lay down on the bed, inwardly
wishing those nutmegs anywhere else for the time being.
I thought of many noble things. I made a resolution to
obey mother always and thought how good it is to be good,
especially how much better off I should have been had I
not eaten the nutmegs. Mother came home and after
much labored conversation I managed to tell what I had
done. And then, when I thought I should be comforted
and she would be sorry, mother laughed.
Tenth Grade: Bertie Magladry,
SERVED AND NOT SERVED.
One day last summer my youngest brother, who was
eight years old, came in to dinner very much excited. He
said: "We boys are going to have a show this after
noon down in the barn, and it costs ten pins for 'served
seats and five pins for un'served seats." He means it
cost five pins for seats that were not reserved and ten pins
for seats that were reserved, but he left "re" off as he
-usually did. We all felt like laughing but he was so ear
nest about it that we did not like to do it. 'That after
noon the boys had the parade, and then mother laughed.
Sixth Grade, Ruth Myhre,
Model School. Valley City, N. D.
THE MONKEY DIDN'T CARS.
When I was small I always felt sorry for the organ
grinder's monkey. Whether or not I felt sorry for the
organ grinder I do not know. One bright day in spring
(just the kind of day organ grinders come around) one
was coming down the street. I asked mama for a penny
to give to the monkey. She only said no, it was non
sense. So I slipped upstairs and went to my drawer in
the bureau. Papa had given me several Canadian pen
nies some time before this. I took one downstairs. When
the monkey came up the steps I dropped the penny into
his hand. He then put it into the pocket of bis little
eoat. The organ played a while and then went on. As I
went into the- house I met mama. I think she saw me give
the penny te the monkey, for she said, "What did you
give the monkeyt" "One of my Canadian pennies," I
answered. "What did you do that for?" "Why,, the
f^_ monkey wouldn't eare," I replied. And then mother
laughed. Helen PasehalL
SSSlSixth Grade. Z*L *^^C,a Larimore, N. D.
SOMETHING THE MATTER.
Dishes, dishes, dishes! Would they ever be washeo5f
It seemed as if a whole cupboard full had been put into
the dishpan. I was just wiping the milkpail when sud
denly I found myself on the floor, laughing. "What are
you laughing about?" asked mama who was busy in the
diningroom. I don't know," I answered. And it was
the truth. I could not help it, yet I did not know what
it was about. Finally I arose to my feet and somehow
struggled thru the dishes. A few hours later I was sit
ting by the window reading, when it occurred to me that
my chair was not in the right position. I arose to move
it when suddenly it slipped, happening to fall upon my
toe. "Ouch!," I cried, and began to rub my finger, upon,
which mama looked up and said, "Why are you rubbing
your finger when you hurt your toe?" And then she
laughed. Bosalie Waterman,
Eighth Grader 410 W. Codington Av,
Central School. Watertown, S. D.
IT WASN'T THE CAP.
Mother had been busy sewing when I came into the
house, but all at once she stopped and began to walk
around the room in an anxious, troubled way. First I
thought that she might be having a fit. She began to look
around upstairs and when she came down again I asked
her whether she was looking for something. She said
that she had lost her thimble. She had it the sewing
basket yesterday and today it was not to be found. Then
I commenced looking for it, thinking maybe I could find
it, since it wasn't my cap. But the search seemed to be
in vain and we both sat down. "Why, mother," I said,
"the thimble is on your finger!" And then mother
laughed. Harry Thorn,
Seventh Grade. Chatfield, Minn.
A BIT OF BEE PHILOSOPHY.
Several years ago when we lived the country I
had to go thru the woods to get to the schoolhouse which
was at a distance of about one mile. Several families
raised bees and had the hives sitting in woods near where
I had to pass.
One morning when I was passing I thought I would
catch a bee and take it to school and let it sting someone.
I succeeded in catching it, and was starting on when sev
eral bees buzzed around me. In trying to keep them from
stinging me I let the bee go and it flew around and then
stung me in the eye. I went on to school, but when I
arrived I could hardly see. All the pupils laughed at me.
When school was out my eye was swollen shut and I could
not see at all. I went home and told how I had been
stung and what I was go
ing to do with the bee. And
then mother laughed.
3The chest and back
exercises were rather try
ing, but perseverance was
WHERE THE RAIN
The little tin basin was
empty, and my cousin Flor
ence had left water in it
the last time she made mud
pies in the back yard she
was quite sure of this.
Florence always made ar
rangements beforehand for
things, even for mud pies,
and of course she had not
expected to go visiting,
which kept her- from play
ing with mud pies for a
"Now, I don't under
stand where that water ^has
gone," she cried. "If it
had been in the country the
chickens might have drunk
"Oh, I know where it's
one!" cried my older
cousin, Willie, loftily.
Willie went to the grade
school, not to the kinder
garten, so he knew a great
It rained up, that's
where it went," he ex
plained. "Rained up into
the sky it always does, and then after a while it comes
down again. Where'd you suppose all the rain comes
"Well, I didn't suppose it came from my mixing pan,
so there!" cried Florence.
"Yon can't see it go up nobody can, unless the air
is so cold that it runs together in tiny drops and makes a
fog. If it should be very cold when it gets ready to come
down again it will be a snowstorm," said Willie.
Florence would hear no more. She then ran to
mother to see what it all meant, for mother always knew.
"Willie says it rains upside down, mother!" she cried.
And then mother laughed. Edna Simm,
A Ninth grade, 894 Payne Avenue,
Cleveland High School. St. Paul, Minn.
4The last and most
difficult feat of standing
on his head he was just
perfecting when his em
ployer suddenly returned
with a visitor. Tompkins
was dismissed, and his
faith in muscle-building
exercises has vanished.
A CUNNING ENEMY.
"Irwin, I don't want to see yon on top of thai smoke*"
house again. If I do, you will receive a sound whipping."
I was about six years old and was very fond of climbing
to the highest part of that smokehouse I thought it was
great sport. I took mother's advice, but finally the temp
tation was unbearable and so I climbed to the roof and
sat down, not knowing that a cunning enemy had seized
and fortified this dominion. In a few minutes I was fully
eonscions of this fact. I heard a low "buz-z-z!" And
"Ouch! Oh, mama, come quick! Help, help! Oh,
"Oh!" I cried as the cruel wasps stung my face and
I was not long leaving the smokehouse, an when I
had put eool ground on my burning cheeksmother
laughed. Irwin Schmidt,