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THE SNOW MAN
By Celia E. Standish.
He was a beautiful snow man! Will and Carl and
Bob had worked on him all one forenoon. He stood close
to the parlor window with his back to it, and he was so
tall that his head reached up to the middle of the lower
pane. He had no hands nor feet, for the boys were only
very little boys, and hands and feet are hard to make
but he had ears and a very large- nose and month, and
two staring black eyes. These eyes were not the same
size, because Bob went twice to the cellar for coal to
make them with, and being the smallest of the boys, he
forgot how large the first eye was when he went for the
However, they did very well, and the snow man was
very happy. As he felt himself growing, bit by bit, and
the cold wind blew upon him, he longed for eyes to look
around, and when his head was at last finished, and he
could see, it seemed to him that there was never such a
beautiful yard as his, nor three such fine boys anywhere
as Will and Carl and Bob.
They put an old hat on his head and then tried to
knock it off, which seemed strange to the snow man but/*
he bore it very good-naturedly because he could not
help himself, anyway, and one might as well be good
natured over what one cannot help. Besides, Will had
made a very smiling mouth for him, and one cannot feel
cross when one has to smile. "These are very good boys,"
he said to himself, "and if they like to throw snowballs
at me it must be right," And when the boys went in to
lunch he was very lonesome.
So he watched the sparrows hunt in the snow for
crumbs and he saw a little dog come running up the
street, barking for very joy. "It must be a cheerful
world," said he, 'but I wish the boys would come back."
The afternoon slowly passed. He could hear Will and
Carl and Bob at play in the parlor^behind him, and he
was very lonely. The sun shone full upon him, and a
tear trickled down from his eye. "They have forgotten
me," he said. But Bobbie came out in the yard just then
to hunt for a lost mitten, and he saw the tear. Being a
very little boy, he understood.
"Poor man!" he said, running up to pat him. "He
can't see the house, can hef"
Bobbie looked round. The sun was setting, the dog
was gone, even the sparrows had flown away. It would
soon be dark the snow man was all alone, and he was
crying.' TBe little boy ran and called Will and Carl. He
told them all about it, and explained ^his plan. They
climbed up round^ their playmate, carefully removed Ms
eyes, and put them on the other side of his head, so that
he could look into the parlor.
"We must make* a new mouth and nose for this side,"
"Yes," said Carl. "It would spoil his head to try
to take these off."
And so it was arranged, and all that evening they
kept the curtain raised so that the snow man could watch
them play. They did not forget him, but went often to
the window to speak to him.
"What good boys'" he said.
"And tomorrow, when we go outdoors," said Will,
"we must change his eyes back again, so he can see us
"Yes, we will," saiu Carl, and they all said good
night to him as they went off to bed.
For many days after they moved his eyes back and
forth each day so that he should never be lonely any more.
He was "^ery happy, was the snow man. He stood by
the parlor window till the sun grew so warm that he began
to melt. Then, one day, when the boys were in at lunch,
his black eyes fell out for the last time. And before he
sank down into a heap of snow, 'They are good boys,"
said the snow man,""'' very good boys, are Will and Carl
and Bob."The Youth's Companion.
FISHING IN THE GARDEN
It is great sport to fish in the garden on a bright
autumn day, after Jack Frost has blown the leaves from
A willow branch is used for the fishing rod and a
piece of string with a bent pin at the end for line and
Seated on the stone wall with a big heap of various
kinds of leaves to fish from, a little basket at your side
to put the supposed fishes in, any little boy or girl may
be content for hours.
The oak leaf represents the whale the maple leaf,
the salmon the willow leaf, the pickerel the chestnut
leaf, the striped bass, and the rose leaf, the trout.The
THE JOURNAL JUNIOR, MINNEAPOLIS, MINNESOTA, SUNDAY MORNING, DECEMBER 3, 1905.
A PAGE FOR THE LITTLEST JUNIORS
ONk QUEER THING
Teacher she tells us all along
That food is meant to make us strong.
Yet I don't think she can be right,
Because there is my appetite.
Before a meal it is so great
That I could almost chew a plate
Then I eat just a little bit,
And something seems to weaken, it,
And after that the more I eat
The more my appetite seems beat,
Till long before I have enough,
My appetite's all gone. It's tough!
TEE BEST UNCLE MAN.
Of all the uncle-men I've got,
The very best of all the lot
Js Uncle Joeu_ He's not like some,
That say to me: "Billy, eome
And tell us what you've learned at school?
And do you know the Golden Bulet
And what is six times eighty-threef
What towns are on the Caspian Seat"
Jtfo! Uncle Joe, he says, "Well, Dick,
J. really think you're looking siek 1
You're studying too hard, maybe,
So you just come and go with me."
And then we have some fun, and
I think a lot of Uncle Joe.
(I.Three Hidden Fruits.)
I'd like a nap, please, Nurse," said he*
A pair of them, I think,
To carry me to Dreamland Towja,
As quick as any wink!"
So Nnrsie tucked him snugly ik,
And turned the light down dim
And he was off to Dreamland Town,
A nap each side of him!
Once on a time, so it is said,
There nourished an Hi-tempered lily
That pushed the pink from the gar
Into the pathway, willy-nilly.
it loved at night within its cup
To prison bumblebees unwary,
Until the sun in wrath rose up
And forced its petals, so contrary.
The gardener wise, much put about,
Scolded in vain. His counsel spurn
It rudely stuck its stamens out,
Bach mocking petal upward turning.
But every action leaves its trace,
And stained wffti vlclstos^deed* and
flower, with anger-red-
Became a raging tiger-Illy,
DOROTHTS PUMPKIN PIE
*LL just get a teeny bit on my finger," said
Dorothy, all to herself. "Just the teeniest bit,
And so she stood on tiptoe and stretched up her fat,
short arm, and stretched out her fat forefinger of her fat
right hand and stuck it as boldly as you please into the
golden yellow crust of Darling Mother's very best and
very biggest pumpkin pie. She did, indeed.
And then she palled her fat arm back and settled
down from her tip-toes again and looked at her fat fore
finger, and there at the tip of it was a nice but very
naughty lot of sweet golden-yellow, and that was crust
and pumpkin and sugar, all from Darling Mother's best
And" so Dorothy started to lick that nice mess from
that fat finger and then all at once she stopped short and
said to herself:
"Naughty, naughty Dorothy."
And the very red bad little tongue that had already
eome out slyly to lick that finger, got good alt at one*
and went back again and Dorothy trotted up the stairs
holding the wicked finger straight out in front of her.
But they were terribly long stairs and- the wicked fin
ger did truly look as if the mess on it would be most
awfully good and so the tongue came out, just a little,
little way, and the finger started to meet it. But Doro
thy wrinkled up her eyebrows and clinched her other fist
and the naughty tongue went back like a shot, you may
just believe, and the wieked finger went back where it be
longed, sticking straight out in front.
And thus Dorothy marehed into Darling Mama's
room and showed and told just what a most extremely
wrong thing had happened. And Darling Mother 'made
believe to frown, oh, terribly. And she had to smile, all
the same. So she kissed Dorothy and ran down to the
kitchen with her, hop, skip and jnmp, and what do yo
Why out of a corner of the pantry she pulled out the
darlingest little baby pie and she said that was all Doro-
thy'* very, very own.
Mo wonder she was called Darling Mother.