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labelle felt her |fc
all her might.
rWhen* baking day comes Betty's way
I fear I can't recite
Just what her patty pans display
'A strange and soggy mess, they say.
But listen, be that as it may,
The dolls are so polite
When baking day comes Betty's way
They call her cake just right.
Rose Mills Powers in Morning Star.
HILE the littleg^were crying because they
could not play with a rolled up,^nd
the littlef^/f^ere sobbing because they did not lik
made out of sticks of woodland dressed in
fjjry, the big snow white \^\came hopping bacfo
When he saw the A "6 falling from the-. @o fall the
sat down and laughed untiPthe^
came into his-^ too. He laughed until th( /began
to shake, and the^^and^.^caught.hold.of^^/1 and,
stopped crying to open their-r--sr to scream.,
wa so frightened she could not
stir faf or The laughed harder
and harder, his faster and faster thef*^ff
and Lll began to fly off^the^W. and then-just
w& she: opened her^ and^screamed"
going up intothe air toward the, oak
that.the snow white\i^went^upjnto:the air
and Willabelle felt herself coming^down very
Here we come, little folks, spank and new,
Ready to give you all something to do.
We're quite at your service, to frolic and caper
Whenever you get out scissors and paper.
COOKS AND CAKES.
When Barbara makes her famous cakes
It is a pleasing sight.
iYou ought to see the things it takes,
And all the measuring she makes,
And what a pile of eggs she breaks,
To get the mixture light,
When Barbara bakes her famous cakes
And treats us to a bite.
A Dog That Sits Down.
The family were all away, excepting the father. He
wrote to his wife, "Tell Emma I have a puppy for her to*"'
play with. It's a setter."
"Emma, who was about four, did not seem to be so
much pleased as the others thought she would be.
"Aren't you glad that you will have a_puppy to playf^
with?" asked some one. K%-
I don't want a sitting-down dog. I want one that
can stand up and run with me."Little Chronicle.
THE JOURNAL JUNIOR, MINNEAPOLIS, MINNESOTA, SATURDAY, MAY 13, 1905.
A PAGE FOR,THE LITTLEST JUNIOR S
"IFZffii 7# 7OTS REFUSED TO PLAY.
CHAPTER X.HOW WILLABF.TJ.E CAME HOME.
as Wil- with
Drawn by Julius Johnson, A Sixth
Grade, Corcoran School.
PAPER DOLLS. THE MINISTERS CAT.
One Way to Victory.
Many jokes have been made about the Russian and
Japanese names that have come out every day during the
,4war between Russia and Japan, but one of the most amus
ing is connected with the taking of Fung-Wang-Chang.
"You seemed to take the town very easily," said one.
"Oh, that was nothing," said the Japanese com
mander, modestly. "We simply tackled it ene syllable
fast. She shut her ^.tight and held herbreath and then
suddenly she stopped falling withojut landing anywhere.
She opened her@ and there she was sitting on the floor
of her play^^}^ where she.fallen out of her GL
"^1 A TILLABELLE rubbed her- because, she?
could not believe shelwas in her own playhmeL
She looked across the^^ and there was Mary Virginia
smiling at her jus6 as she always had. ,She looked'in the
Jland there'was every one^of herQL without a
crack in them.. Willabelle jumped_to_herA/ and danced
up and down.
*Lt neverjbe cross toTyou^again, Mary Virginia,*
JL she.said. "I'll never.be tired of.my toys again^
Fll never wish I was a grown-up T-p again, and I'll go
to the -grocery,^
thing'-she^wani^J!m* so very, very glad to be just
a little MaryTirginia, and not have to live in
Sylvia, because her new dress buttoned
with so many buttons, or because it took
Elsie so long to make the great pink bow
on one side of her head stand up straight
enough, was late. It was her first party
her very first.
"Good-bye, Venus O'Milo!" she said to
the beloved cat on the minister's door
steps. Sylvia was the minister's little
girL Good-bye, an' think o' me when far
away. Honest an' true, Venus O'Milo,
I'm a little scared."
The party was round two corners, at Mrs.
Tewksbury's. Mrs. Tewksbury came to
"You dear little Silvy!" she cried, wel
comingly./ "I'm so glad you've come!
They've begun a game, but you shall play,
too, unless you'd rather sit in my lap and
look on and get acquainted."
"Oh, yes'm, you're welcome!" stam
mered scared little Sylvia, remembering
Elsie's cautions to be polite. I mean I'd
The players sat in two rows opposite
each other, They were laughing gaily.
"The minister's cat is a fierce cat,"
Virginia Day was saying as Sylvia went
"The minister's cat is a furious cat!"
cried the little boy opposite Virginia.
"The minister's cat is a 'fraid cat!"
piped a clear little voice, and then
***&> *$?* apt if*. -T- tig&
body laughed like everythingeverybody
"The minister's cat is a funny cat."
"The minister's cat is a foreign cat."
"The minister's cat is a foolish cat."
"The minister's cat is a fussy eat."
cook^and bring home any-
Everybody said something dreadful
about the minister's cat. Sylvia's lip be
gan to tremble. She felt lumpy in her
throat. Still they went on:
"The minister's cat is a fighting cat."
"The minister's cat is a feline cat!"
and everybody shouted again.
Sylvia slid out of Mrs. Tewksbury's lap
and started toward the door. The lump
was getting so much lumpier she did not
dare to speak.' She had one object in
viewto get back to the minister's door-,
steps andand hug Venus O'Milo. She
would call her beautiful names she would
say the minister's cat was a darling cat,
a precious cat, a dear, lovely, comf'table
cat! Venus O'Milo should not be abused!
"Why, Sylvia dearSylvia!" Mrs.
Tewksbury hurried after fcer in great con
cern. "Why, you're crying, you little
sweetheart!'' she said.
"Yes'm, thank you. II'm going
home an' hug the m-minister's cat. I
wouldn't have come if I'd known every
body's be unpolite to her. I Move her."
Then Mrs. Tewksbury understood. She
did not laugh at all, but took Sylvia up
in her lap again and explained.
"It's only a game, dear! "The minis
ter's cat' is just the name of it, and it'
doesn't mean any special cat in the world
First everybody tries to think of some
thing to say about it that begins with 'a,'
then 'b,' 'c,' *d,' and so on. It's great
fun. It just happened that all the
One Occupation Less.
Summer and winter occupations are very different in
the little fishing villages along the Atlantic coast, says
the Cincinnati Commercial Tribune. A visitor at one of
the small resorts asked one of the men he saw at the
village store what he did all summer.
"Loaf and fish," replied the native.
"What do yon do in the winterf" continued the in
".We don't fisW"
things were 'unpolite,' sweetheart, but
nobody meant your cat. Don't you seef"
Sylvia saw plainly, and all her troubles
vanished in a flash. The lump disap
peared and she began to laugh. She
slipped her hand into the big, kind one,
and trotted happily back to the shouting
children. One voice rose above all the
rest, and what do you suppose it was say
"The minister's cat is a first-rate cat!"
Annie Hamilton Donnel in The Youth's