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A DA Y'S JOTTINGS
Imaginative Minneapolis Juniors find that many
I things in the world fceep odd and interesting
TOPIC"A PAGE FROM
12:00 a.m.Oh! how frightened
A (OB AN)-
HE diaries were unusually bright, interesting
and original. The imaginations must have
been in splendid working orderswhen they
kept to the topie. But so many of the pa
pers sent in were not diaries at all, but au
tobiographies telling the story of a whole
existence from beginning to end, and cov
ering days, months or years. And that in
spite of the fact the topic specified in very
big type that the stories must cover only
one day. It also explained that the stories
must be probable, the incidents such as
would be likely to happen to the supposed
writers. Several stories of vegetables went
0 far in the biography as to tell of being eaten. Pray,
how could they have written a diary after they were
what corresponds to "dead" in
the vegetable world! But where
one complaint can be made on
this score, there are a dozen com
pliments to be given the work
of Juniors who understood the
topic and wrote with enjoyment.
If the chosen diarist were a veg
etable, they seemed to understand
that vegetable's circumstances
and feelings if it were an ani
mal, they looked upon life and
human beings as that animal
might be supposed to do. There
was a larger percentage than usu
al of "impossibles,'' among the
papers, but that seemed only to
make thicker the delicious cream
of the right kind of work.
THE ROSE SPIRIT
Dew nd Sunshine Nourish a
agfj^S: Tender Flower.
UESDAY, July 1st, 7:30 a.m.
This morning I was awak
ened early by the sun peering
into mj eyes. I have just taken
my usual dew bath and made my
self as beautiful as possible for
some little girls are coming here
this morning to play.
8:00 a.m.I had a light break
fast which consisted of a little
sunbeam and one dew-drop.
10:00 a.m.The little girls
have arrived. The first I knew
they were here I heard one little
girl say, "Oh, Ethel, do come
"here and see this beautiful rose'
How fresh and fragrant it is. I
am going to take it home to poor
sick sister when we return." And
then away they scampered. So I
am going away with this little
11:00 a.m.I have just had a
visit from a troublesome bee. He
wished to borrow some of my
sweetness. He is always coming
to borrow. This time I just shook
pollen in his eyes and he flew
away buzzing furiously.
was! A^oV came by andTal
nost trod upon me.
I knew if she did I should be
Jrushed and then I could not go to the little girl who is
4:00 p.m.Here I am at last in a beautiful vase with
iver so many other roses for company, and plenty of
rater to drink. We are all in the little sick girl's room.
Jhe was so happy when she saw us. She took me gently
uad kissed me and then put me back in the vase. It made
ae so happy to be gently caressed and not pulled to pieces,
hat I am going to try and brighten the long hours for
"his little girl.
7:00 p.m.I miss my grassy bed and I know tomor
ow I shall miss the sunbeams and the bee, but I would
tot go back. The little girl says she could not do with
t me, so I am quite content. She is sleeping now and 1
lost be very quiet or I shall disturb her. Good night!
A Seventh Grade, Bertha Macdonald,
Sidney Pratt SchooL 2344 Bayless Ave.,
I St. Anthony Park.
I A HONEY-TOOTH'S TRIALS
be Way to Sweets Mr. Bruin Finds Is Somewhat Too
Thickly Set With Thorns.
UG. 31, 1905.This morning I arose early and start
ed out to enjoy the fresh air. After I had wan
-sred around for an hour or so, I returned home to see if
ruin and Brownie were awake. They were up and
i *essed, crying for their breakfast. I cooked some hot
bridge for them and then they asked Mrs. Bruin's eubs
I jump rope with them. About 10 o'clock I went after
me fresh honey^ of which the cubs are very fond. As I
TKe Jo\irr\eJ Junior
SUPPLEMENT TO THE MINNEAPOLIS JOUBHAL
MINNEAPOLIS, MINN SUNDAY MORNING, NOVEMBER 12, 1905.
neared Mrs. Bee's, I heard the voice of a hunteT say:
"Hark! I hear the growl of a bear!" and then came the
report of a gun. I took to my heels and running to Mrs.
Bee's, climbed up the tree and down into her nest in the
hollow trunk. Mrs.'Bee and her family not noticing who
I was, all put on their stingers. I managed at last to es
cape from the nest and as my howls and growls attracted
many of tlie neighboring bears, a erowd BOOH gathered.
They carried me home and bandaged my wounds and UQW
here I sit by the fire with a cub on each side of me, try
ing my best to write a page in my diary.
Sixth Grade, Margaret Burchard,
Madison School. 529 Ninth St. a
ON FOLLY'S SHBETC.
(High School Credit.)
"April 1.Verily, 'tis an excellent thing and most
appropriate to begun a fool's diary on All Fools' day. I
appropriate to begin a fool's diary on All Pool's day. I
done all the other idiotic things expected of cap-and-bell
wearers. I "Hunted" completely in Caesar and geome
try, and managed, with beating heart, either to escarJe
notice or to proyoke lengthy discussions in the other reci
tations. I whispered to S. about his last essay and was
sent to the principal for disturbing the peace. "Woe and
a beaten path to the office is the sad fate of the evildoer
in these dominions. And I, alas! am among the worst of
(Continued on Sixth Page.)
TH UP-TO-DATE ''SEVEN LEAGUE BOOTS.'
would be with these.
A Swiss engineetr has Invented motor boots, driven by a tiny gasolene engine, that carry one along fifteen
miles an hour. What fun errands would be with these. You would welcome the request from mother: "Johnnie,
THE WEEK'S ROLL OF HONOR
MINNEAPOLIS PRIZE WINNERS.
Bertha Macdonald, A Seventh Grade, Sidney Pratt School,
2314 Bayless Avenue, S Anthony Park.
Margaret Burchard, A Sixth Grade, Madisom School, S28
Ninth Street S.
Ruth Smith, A Eighth Grade, Adams School, 2100 Seven
teenth Arenac S.
Chester Brows, A Seventh Grade, Calhona School, 360S
Emerson Avenue S.
Agnes Olson, Sixth Grade, Horace Masa School, 3831
Thirteenth Avenue S.
Lillian Ballard, fifth Grade, Hawthorne School, 212T
Washington Avenue N.
NORTHWESTERN PRIZE WINNERS,
Hazel Hystedt, Eighth Grade, Maple Plain, Minn.
Gladys BisselL Fifth Grade, Cannon Falls, Minn.
Myrtle Palmer, Eighth Grade, Winthrop, Minn.
Minnie M. Olson, Seventh Grade, Rothsay, Minn.
Frank Brinkow, Sixth Grade, Delano, Minn.
Mary Manahan, Fifth Grade, Chat field, Minn.
HIGH SCHOOL CREDIT.
Etta Lenart, Twelfth Grade, South High School, 1909 Cllatoa
Edith Maris Gallagher, Ninth Grade, Montevideo, Mina.
Edith Londherg, Tenth Grade, Ookato, Mina.
AS HAMMERS CLANG
Northwestern Juniors Tell Tales of Woe in Which
a Simple Tool Causes Most of the "Oh's"
AMMERS have a way of avoiding the head
a nail and coming down hard on somebody's
thumb. It is a tradition that they prefer
a girl's thumb, bu| this week more than one
boy writer told of a time when his chief
finger rested under the heavy favor of the
iron-headed tooL Then the perfectly absurd
things that Juniors did under the pain of
the powerful whacks caused the folks 'round
about to shake with laughter. Sometimes
they were even unsympathetic enough to
dub the painful capers the poor sufferers
cut a "hammer dance." It would have
seemed so nice if while hammers were mak
ing such impressions upon fingers, they had only aimed
a little higher and hammered into Junior heads a logical
way of signing their papers. The editor wonders if it
has never occurred to writers that
it would be a very sensible thing
to arrange their signatures in just
the order of the printed ones. Pa
pers come in signed at the top of
the first page, on separate sheets
and jumbled every which way at
the end of the story, frequently
with the very important grade
missing. This may seem only a
little thing to Juniors, bnt it
really means considerable to the
editor's part of the work.
A GLOOMY OUTLOOK
A Term of Grammar Promises
TNFINITIVES were so hard
for me to understand, and I
had to hammer away at them for
a long time in order to tell what
kind they were. If only tha
charming word "kind" could be
left out it would be much easier.
It was not hard to give the seven
kinds of construction for infini
tives, but when it came to pick
ing them out in sentences it was
not quite so easy. A great many
of what I called adjectives proved
to be adverbial infinitives, while
my infinitive subjects were given
a different name. Some of the
sentences were rather mixed and
peculiar, as, for instance, "You
need but listen to find oat/' I
have listened and listened, bat
have not yet found out! And
still I hammer away at them.
"Be careful to avoid giving of-
What offense these in-
finitives have given me! And te
get the infinitives into my head
I must still hammer away at
them, until I think of nothing
but infinitives and dream of
nothing but infinitives all the
rest of this term.
Maple Plain, Minn.
District School 83.
HARDLY A SAFE SITE
She Would Own a "House Upon a Hill" but Finds Hex
Strange Coach in the Brook.
day I decided to make a playhouse for my dolls,
whom I thought needed a house as nxueh as we do. I
was to make it of a crate that mama had bought some
fruit in the year before. It was divided by a little board
and I turned it up so as to have an upstairs and a down
stairs. Then I found an old barrel that was of no use,
and I decided to take the staves to make stairs. It was
down at the brook, just below our house. I took my broth
er's express cart in which to haul it up. I reached the
top of the hill with it, then I went into the house for a
hammer, to pound the staves out. Mama, took the ham
mer from the shelf for me and told me not to lose it. I
told her I would take good care of it. I crawled inside
the barrel to hammer, but even then I could not pound out
any staves, and before I knew it the barrel was rolling
down hill with me, and it went so fast I could not call for
help nor jump out. After a moment I felt a bump, then a
splash, and I was in the brook. The water was not very
deep, but I was frightened. I scrambled out of the bar*
rel shivering, and then I thought of mama's hammer. If
I had lost it, what would she sayf It was a hammer that
grandpa had made for her. I let the barrel float down te
the rocks and began to seareh in the water for the ham
mer, but it was not to be found. After a long seareh I
went into the house and told mama about my ride, bos