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make some dresses of sheets and pillow-cases and then
go around leaving candy at the doors of onr friends."
iWe thought her idea was a good one. Halloween came
a lovely evening. We dressed rip and, each taking a bag
of candy, we started out. W Ttnoeked at several doors
and in sepulchral voices stated our errand and presented
our gifts. Some were frightened and others tried fo
eatch us, and altogether we had a most joyous time, and
on our way home we gave a "Hurrah!" for "The
Hammer." Ida Hagen,
Ninth Grade. 190 Hurlbut Street, Crookston, Minn.
HOW THE MUSE WORES.
I used to think it would be very easy to compose poetry
or write books or stories and that all any author had to
do was to set the "muse" at work and poetry and song
would gush forth like a spring from a hillside. One of
my favorite poems, which I have committed to memory, i*4
When Freedom from her mountain height,
Unfurled her standard to the air,
She tore the azure robe of night,
And set the stars of glory there.
Some of the other selections I have committed to
memory are: "Nearer Home," "Sandalphon," "Seven-
ty-Six," "Summer," "Lincoln's Gettysburg Address"
and "To a Waterfowl." The reading of these, with the
study of the biographies of Shakspere, Scott, Dickens,
Bryant, Longfellow, Whittier and Holmes in connection
with their writings has been a kind of "hammering in"
of the real meaning of the oft-repeated stanza
The height of great men reaehed and kept,
Was not attained by sudden flight
But they, while their companions slept,
Were toiling upward in the night. xm
Seventh Grade. Ernest A. Francis,
Williston, N. D.
RESENTS ITS NEW USE.
My father, who is a telephone expert, once owned a
little hammer -which he prized, "very highly because of its
many uses. But, alas, for the hammer! It did not remain
in papa's possession very long, for one night about twenty
of us girls serenaded the professor of our school, who had
that day returned with his bride. Among our instruments
was this little hammer. While rendering one of our
favorite selections this hammer was broken in some way
and we tried in vain to fix it. The next day when papa
learned the fate of his hammer, he was very angry, and
Bince then I have never taken any of papa's tools without
permission. Inez Hagen,
Eighth Grade. Northwood, N 2
AN OBSTINATE WINDOW.
One day in spring when I was about nine years old,
I was told to open the window. I tried and tried, but
could not raise it. The lock at the top was rusted shut.
I did not say anything, but went for the hammer. I
hammered for awhile, but could not budge it. At last I
lost patience and "was going to hit it again, "when the
hammer slipped and went thru the pane. My mother
said: There yon have done it.'' I began to cry, but she
said: "Never mind. Hereafter you must not lose patience
so easily." I have never taken a hammer to a window
since, for fear the hammer would slip and I would break
another window pane. Catherine Hodge,
Sixth Grade. Lake Park, Minn.
We had two yellow-hammers, which were very pretty
in the sunlight. They were quite tame and we called them
Daisy and Dick. When any one came in they would sing
their very best. Every day they were let out to take a
bath. One day they tipped the basin of water over and
when we came in they were Bitting on the back of a chair
screaming with all their might. After awhile they flew
down to see if we had filled the basin again, and they took
their bath without tipping the basin. When they were
hungry they would hammer on the floor of "the cage till we
gave them something. One day we hung the cage in the
door, the wind blew the door open and that was the last
we saw of our yellow-hammers. Esther Johnson,
Sixth Grade. 809 West Clark St., Albert Lea, Minn.
TWO STUBBORN BOARDS.
One day I planned to go to town in the afternoon. I
rose early in the morning and began to clean the yard. I
was busy raking and picking up tin cans, when I came
to a board which I wanted to take away with the rest of
the things. I tried to pull it out of the ground, but
I could not So I went on with the rest of my work. I
hammered and pulled at other things, until I came to
another board. I tried to pull it out of the ground, but it
was too hard. When I had finished cleaning the yard I
went over it to see if I had done it well. Then I came to
the board which I had left before. I took a board from
the "wheel barrow and. pnt it under the one "which "was in
the ground and pulled. I hammered a-vvay until it came
ont. Then I went to the other board which I had also
left. I took another board from the wheel-barrow and
used it in the same way that I had used the other. But
when I pulled this time I broke a piece off the one which
was in the ground. This made it much harder. Then I
put another stick under and hammered away until that,
too, came out. It took a long time to clean the yard, but
I hammered away at it and when it was done it looked
very tidy. Loretta S. Koehmstedt,
Fifth Grade, Minto, N. D.
District School 108.
WHAT THE JUDGE THOUGHT.
The pupils of our school and of another were to give a
declamatory contest. Three prizes were to be given and
papa said if I won the first prize, which was four dollars,
he would add half to it, making it six dollars. The titft
of my recitation was "The Execution of Montrose."
There was one girl who had a fine chance to win the
first prize and some were sure she would. I wanted to
win the first prize, so I hammered away at my recitation.
I could hardly think of anything else. When I was study
ing my lessons my thoughts would wander, and instead
of reading the words in the book, I would find myself
reciting my piece. When in company I would say it to
myself and when I was alone I recited it as loud as I
could. I hammered so hard at it, I could not have ham
mered any more, if I had wanted to. The evening of the
contest came. The hall was filled with people, but I was
so excited I did not see or hear anything. As soon as I
was on the stage I grew calmer and more composed, and
recited my poem better than I thought I would. The
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other pupils recited wellbetter than I didI thought,
BO you can imagine my surprise when one,of the judge*
arose and said: "The first prize ia awarded to Mis*
Petersen." Beatrice Petersen,
Ninth Grade. FeriOY, J&UUh
BATHEB DO IT HERSELF.
One day as I was busily engaged in my work I heard
some one crying in the kitchen, and I hurried to see what
the matter was. Upon entering the room I saw that it
was my sister. I asked her why she was crying and she
answered: "My teacher told me if I could not remember
better what was said in class she would hammer it into
my head.'' I told her to take the hammer to school and
lay it on the teacher's desk and always look at it to
remind her of what the teacher had said the foregoing
day. But she, not heeding my advice, took the hammer
and pounded her head till it was quite sore. The next
morning she told her teacher that she had hammered her
self. Miss Clair laughed and said: "Then there is no
need of my hammering my scholar's little curly head."
Eighth Grade. Anna Loeher,
Mr. Binks (very shortsighted)Eh, what is there to
look at over there? I don't see anything, my friend.
BBOTHEB KNOWS HO W.
One day I decided to make a playhouse. I took some
nails and boards and began hammering away. When I
had almost finished, papa took the hammer away from me
and said, If you ever touch this hammer again I shall
punish you severely." The next day, when he had gone
back to the store, I took the hammer and began to pound
again. Finally, when I had finished and was going to
put it away, I noticed that something had fallen ofE. I
had lost the head of it and had only the handle left. I
was frightened. I hunted and hunted for quite awhile
soon I found it. But the question was how to get it on
again. At last I thought of a good plan. I ran to my
brother and he fixed it. But after that papa had no need
to fear that I weald touch his hammer.
Sixth Grade. Ellen Peterson,
One day several girls and I were playing out-of-doors,
when suddenly we spied a hammer lying in the corner
of the woodshed. This brought happy thoughts into our
minds and wo at once decided to play that we were car
penters. One girl took the nailbox and another the
hammer and we went where our mothers could not see
us. After we had run a little over a block, we stopped
and started our work. We took turns in pounding our
initials into the sidewalk. Now, whenever we see them,
it reminds us of the day when we were carpenters.
Seventh Grade, Eunice Eundquist,
Central School. Bed Wing, Minn.
WHEN MAMA IS NEAR.
One evening not long ago I was practicing my music
lesson. After I had played a pieee called "Slumber
Song" I decided to play another called "Jolly School
boys. TheTe were many staccato notes in this piece and
some to be held "while others "were played and there were
other difficult things. I started to play but my fingeTS
would not go right. I tried over and over again, but my
fingers would not mind. I went into the dining-room
where mama was and told her all about it. Then she
came in and stood by me, and when 'I started to play
again I could play all right. But I hammered and ham
mered before I could make my fingers mind.
Sixth Grade. Amy Sandy,
Lester Prairie, Minn.
THE AMBITION FAILS.
When I was about three years old I always said that
I was going to be a carpenter and have a lot of nails, and
best of all, I was going to have a real hammer. One even
ing papa was laying a new sidewalk and I went out to
watch him. The first thing I did was to knock over the
nails, then lose the hammer and do wrong most everything
that could be. The next morning papa went to work
without taking his nails or the hammer so I went out and
pounded noils into the doorstep. Mama told me I must
not pound nails in the sidewalk, so I went away from thf
door wondering where I could go next Soon a happy idea
came to me. I would finish making the fence. It was
not very long until mama came out again and told me
I must not pound nails in the fence. "Oh dear," I said,
"where can I go nowf Mama won't let me pound nails
any place." While I sat thinking where I could go I kept
on pounding nails into the ground, whenbefore I could
tell what had happened, something had hurt my finger.
*'Oh mama," I cried. "My finger! My finger!" Mama
came out and seeing my finger bleeding she knew I had
nurt it on the nails. "Why were you not carefult" she
asked. I was," I answered, "but that horrid old nail
me and said:
had to hurt me and I'm mad at that nail, too. Aren't jm
mamat I won't be a carpenter now."
Seventh Grade. Kalma Thompson,
EASE FOB THE BRUISES.
One day when I waa about five years old papa wa
taking some nails out of boxes, and said if I would ham
mer them straight he would give me a'quarter. I took
the nails and went to the back-yard. I had five nails
hammered straight when I hammered my finger instead
of the naiL That was the end of my hammering for that
day. I wrapped my finger up, but papa laughed at me
and said I did not know how to use a hammer. After
working at straightening nails for five days, I learned how
to use a hammer. Papa gave me a half dollar instead of
a quarter, half for pounding my finger and half for learn
ing how to use a hammer. Lillie Sehulenburg,
Seventh Grade. Preston, Minn.
WHEN COOKIES APPEAR.
I had long -wanted a hammer and. one day I "was de
lighted to receive one from my aunt, who was visiting us.
I went to mama and demanded some nails. "Why do
you want nailsf she asked me. "Oh, I'm going to be a
carpenter, I am," I replied.
"Go to papa and ask him, I do not know where they
are," mama said, and away I flew to papa and received
my nails. Then I confined myself to the solitude of the
shed and began on what I thought the easiest thing to
makea wagon. One of my friends came over to play,
and watched my work with admiring eyes. Thump,
thump! Lo and behold! I had split a wheel in two.
Thump, thump. "Ouch! That hit my thumb." Whack,
whack! Why of all thingsthat nail turned right over!
So it went on, until at last I perceived that my friend's
eyes no longer had an admiring look in them. I happened
to glance up at this critical moment and there in the
doorway stood mama, with an amused expression on her
face and a. plate of cookies in her handand that was
the last of my trying to be a carpenter.
Seventh Grade, Bernice Vale,
Washington School. Second Ave. S., St. Cloud, Minn.
A ROUND DOZEN.
"Oh-o-o-o! that old hammer! This is about the tenth
time it has fallen on my foot today," I said, as I laid the
hammer on the
littlwant latetro mamaup
HOW THE HOUSE CAME ABOUT.
When I w,as a small girl mama gave me some tacks, a
hammer and pieces of pine board. I used to think it the
nicest kind of play to hammer the tacks into the wood.
I have not used the hammer very much since, until this
summer. My playmate had a nice little wagon and some
goats that he drove all over town. When we were riding
the sun was so hot that we decided to make a cover for
the wagon. He, another playmate and I drove the goats
down to the lumber-yard. I asked papa if we might have
some boards to make a cover and he said that we could
We filled the wagon full and drove the goats home. We
sawed and hammered for a number of days until it was
finished. If we did hammer our fingers, we had a good
time anyway. Then when it was finished, it was too
heavy to pnt on the "wagon, so we used it for a lxttle
house. Buth Westfall,
Sixth Grade. Salem, S. D.
HAMMER, HAMMER EVERYWHERE.
A few years ago I went to the country during the
summer vacation. I had been there about a week, when
there was a fearful storm. The wind blew and it rained
so hard it sounded* like a great many hammers tapping on
the ground. The wind blew some trees down, tore the
roofs from some of the sheds and the lightning ktlled
some cattle that happened to be out. The next day I
went out with the farmer to put up some of the fences
which had been blown down. The day was cool and
pleasant after the rain. When we reached the field the
hammers were kept constantly going. First to drive the
posts into the ground and then to nail the wire to the
posts and the echoes were ringing thru the woods.
Eighth Grade. Alvin Zierdt,
When Good News Traveled.
A gentleman who is well known for the interest he
takes in the welfare of animals recently made the affir
mation that dogs have a way of communicating news to
one another. This was demonstrated to him in a very
singular and amusing fashion about four years ago.
"On one of those bitter cold nights, such as a cold
wave often brings," says this gentleman, I heard at
my front door the unmistakable sounds of scratching
and whining, and found, upon looking out, a pug and a
little terrier sitting on the steps.
"In the face of the bitter cold it would have been
cruel to send them away, so they were made welcome to
share the comfortable quarters of my own two dogs. In
the morning they took their departure but great was my
astonishment to see them return again in the evening,
accompanied by a large Irish setter.
If I had any doubts as to whether my hospitable
night's lodgings were discussed among the shelterless
dogs of the neighborhood, they were soon removed, for
on the third night my three homeless friends returned,
their number still further increased by a pug and an old
pointer. The mute but eloquent language of their wag
ging tails and the humble appeal in their sincere eyes
were at once amusing and pathetic.
"With my own two pets and these five wanderers I
had now seven dogs stretched out comfortably before my
kitchen grate but their irreproachable behavior and their
many ingratiating ways had ensured for them a welcome
at my house as long as the coid wave lasted, which waa
nearly a week. As soon as the cold subsided they de
parted and returned no mora**-'
Ge hammer I tack this
picture." As I was pulling some papers out of the way
the hammer followed. Down it eame, right on my toe.
This must have tee the eleventh tune, so you may be
sure my toe felt it. "O-o-o-o" I screamed, and mama,
suspecting what the matter was, came in a hurry and
soon I was comforted and running about as usual. I was
looking at the picture mama was putting up. "How does
that lookf she asked stepping down from the chair. I
guess it looksO-o-o-o-o!" She had moved her foot and
down had come the hammer on my foot for the twelfth
txme that most unfortunate aay. Amanda Waale,
Eighth Grade. Hawley, Minn.