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VERSE WORTH READING.
My child. we two were children.
Little and merry were we.
We wriggled Into the henhouse
And hld ourselves there with gie*.
"Cock-a-doodle!" lt sounded 'j
The regular farmyard cry,
"Cock-a-doodle!' lt cheated
The ears of the passersby.
In the yard there were packing cases;
We papered them blt by blt.
And there In our elegant mansion
The pair of us loved to sit.
One of our resrular callers
Was the cat from over the wall.
We met here with bowings and curtsey
And thanked her each time for ber cal
We fruited her cold .iras better.
Our speeches were smooth and pat.
Since then we have said the same thini
To many an ancient cat.
Sometimes we sat discoursing
Like graybeards ever so wise.
Sighed as we thought of the present.
Wished that the past could rise.
Sorrowed that trust, and faith
And love had departed hence.
Groaned at the price of coffee
And the scarcity of pence.
Gone aro the days of childhood
As ali things turn to dust.
The world, the years and the pennie?
And love and faith and trust.
Our Johnny is a pupil
In a public school, you know;
His class he leads
In stringing beads
All In a fancy row;
At writing he's deficient.
He can't spell even "cat,"
But ah! he knows
Each flower that grows.
So what care we for thatT
} " ".
In mathematics Johnny
Is hardly any good, L
But he can'knit M
A wooten mitt ' ? j
As well as granma could;
He doesn't know one hero
Or dato In history, ! " !
But hip hooray!
His blocks' of clay ]
Are beautiful to see. .
Before he's graduated
An' awful lot he'll know,
And ho can turn
The th ?rps he'll learn
To profit-maybe so;
But yet, somehow or other.
Before ho quits, we hope.
He'll karn enough
To drown this modern "dope."
-Paul West In New York World
"If Love Were Always Laughter."
If love wore always laughter
And griof wore always tears,
With nothing to come after
To mark the walting years,
"*<* pray a life of love to you,
8<?nt down from heaven above to you,
And never grief come near to you,
To spread its shadow, dear, to you
If love were always laughter
And grief were always tears.
But srritf brings often laughter,
And love. ah. love brings tears;
\nd both leave ever after
Their blessings on the years;
Jo I. dear heart, would sue for you,
A mingling of the two for you,
That grief may lend tts calm to you,
And love may send its balm to you
For grief brings often laughter
And love brings often tears.
-Annie J. Crlm, in the ?entury.
The Changed Hills.
The -hills on which the cattle grazed
Are strange today unto my eyes;
The plough has severed as a sword
All the appealing, olden ties;
The apple trees are blossoming
I see their promise gleaming there.
And smell their perfumo, heavy, sweet.
Whore once the wild sage Ulled the al
The hills on which the cattle grazed
Were once the battlegrounds where me
Far from the haunts of womankind.
Wan cr v.-era hon.to,n-'ll?** -IUX?I??MKI th'
to _ ga
? large the amount you inter
)ks, Sleds, Skates, Boys' Wag
ers. Come to-day and look
>?* giving him a bicycle or gc
rcstmas gifts f<
re make a stu
With'meanings TiT? "unknown tod?y.
Where once the roundup campfire blazed
The ranch light shines like star upon
The hills on which the cattle grazed
Ifs what I thank God for each night
A little cabin that's mine by right.
The strength of a man for work or flghx
And food and light.
It's what I thank Goa for each day
A wife with never too much to say.
A wife, a dog, an' a child for play,
For those I'd pray.
I thank God for the land I tread,
A pipe to smoke, and an easy bed,
The thatch I made that's o'er my bead
And dally bread.
L I thank God for an Irish name,
And a son of mine to bear the same.
My own to love me and none to blame,
No more I'd claim.
"Oh, kiss me and go,"
Said the maid of my heart.
And proffered her Hp
As a hint to depart
"The midnight approaches,
My mother will know.
My kindest and dearest,
Oh. kiss me and go."
She gave me the blessing
In such a sweet way.
The thrill of Hs pleasure
Enticed mo to stay;
So we kissed till the morning
Came In with tts glow,
For she said every, moment,
"Oh. kiss me and go."
What though love require no test!
In this rose-time after rain.
Let me touch your hand again
st nee caressing reassures
Lovers that their love enduies!
Now. whatever dark may come.
Now. before our mouths are dumb,
While away the twilight slips
Celia, let me kiss your lips-!
Until dawn shall be as blue
As the little veins of you
At the temple and the breast
-Witter Bynnw, In Hampton's Magazine
Dan Cupid. bolnfj very sick.
And never known to miss a tiirk,
Now manases, pray understand.
A shop for love at second-hand
HP has a line of damaged hearts.
And an array of shopworn arts
A goodly lot of hopeful smiles.
And ev'ry sort of fadsd wiles.
He'? doing very well Indeed.
For ho supplies a lonp-felt need;
B-lteve mo. thex<- is groat d"mand
I or love, e'en though at socond-handl
WAS A NARROW ESCAPE.
I am often asked what is my nar
rowest escape. Perhaps the following
ls the closest shave I have had. I was
superintending the dispatch of some
animals at the railway station in Ham
burg, when a half-grown elephant,
which was standing in one of the
trucks with its legs chained, sudden
ly turned round and tried to pin me to
the wall. I was at that moment ex
amining a cage containing monkeys.
When I entered the car I knew the
elephant was cross and should have
kept my face towards him. Instead
of doing so I turned round to lock at
something and at that moment the
brute went for roe. He tried to pin
me to the wall; but fortunately for me
his tusks wore too wide apart for him
to properly grip me. The tusks Just
grazed my skin on each ?Ide of my
back. One ol mir men rushed to the
reecue and pulled ure down between
the animal's bead and ibo wall. Then
they stood me cm my feet to if
my back was brok?*. With the excep
tion of torn- clothing and a grazed
skin, I was all right-Carl Hagenbac?
In the Wide World Magazine.
id to spend for a gift, you wi
;ons, etc., are more appr?cia
overjour complete holiday s
?at wagon and harness. Lai
40c to 80c
dy of their in
3 from us.
It is interesting to
trace the origin of
festival customs to
those connected with
of classic observances,
and it will surprise
many to learn tn at
present-day sports very
closely resemble the celebrations ob
serv?e" of old in honor of Saturn or
The Roman Saturnalia, which oc
curred in the winter solstice, were a
season of great festivity and rejoicing,
honored by many privileges and ex
emptions. The spirit of gaiety had
free charter, and even quarrels were
suspended, to be resumed aft?r the
As a manifestation of the gratitude
felt at the renewed prospects of the
returning march of the sun, gifts were
exchanged and special hymns were
Bung. These latter were really the
Roman representatives of the modern
At the Saturnalia the Roman feast
ed, sang and danced, as we do at
Christmas. A ruler or king was ap
pointed, who enjoyed certain preroga
tives. He presided over the sports of
the season. Probably he is the an
cestor of the lord of misrule, who ex
ercised a similar power in more re
Merriment was a matter of general
concern, and the joyous spirit of en
tire districts is now narrowed to fam
It is the touch that makes the
whole world kin, and lt is a pleasant
reminder that, after all, history re
Tho presents you forget to give to|
others who don't forget to give to you.
are not so blessed. '
KNEW NAME AND ADDRESS
Three-Year-Old Wanderer Had Them
Down Pat and Was Not
Arrived at the mature age of three,
Casper H. Miller, Jr., of 10,623 Ta
coma avenue, has taken to exploring
the neighborhood. Sometimes he
strays. But since everybody, along
with his sisters, his cousins and his
aunts, knows the young gentleman,
he is never allowed to get out of
sight. That is, almost never.
The other day was one of those ex
ceptional days when all hands were
busy and the youngster wandered
away, fetching up at McVeigh's the
dairyman, in Hathaway avenue. He
didn't seem a bit afraid, either.
"What's your name, little manf
asked Mr. McVeigh.
"Casper Hart Miller," was the re
ply. Only, he pronounced it "Hart
miller," McVeigh hunted In vain
through the city directory and the
telephone book for any Hartmiller.
'fwTiere do you live, Casper?" was
the next inquiry.
"Eddy 391X," was the immediate
reply, and with the aid of the chief
operator of the Eddy exchange the
street and number were quickly fixed.
The name Hartmiller looks so good
to the boy's father that he contem
plates adopting lt for family use.
ill find something suitable h<
ited than some novelty soon
tock. We wish to call speci
*ge assortment of bread and
in the home,
terests and th
IT MADE A DIFFERENCE.
Mike-Don't yez hate to hov th'
alarm clock wake yez up mornings?
Pat-Thot deplnds on whither Ol've
been dreaming av me mother-in-law
or heating the races!
AFTER THE HONEYMOON.
Mr. Newwed-I shall never, never
lore another woman as I love you.
Mrs. Newwed-I should hope not
Mr. Newwed-You needn't to get
?o sore about IL I guess I could If
I wanted to.
First ii uie-Them o utos ls taklui
.ll our glory.
SfC?'n.-1 Mal?-Thar's so; they'va
;<><.:) i:yii:g ?o* au dour lo ?ot lt lo
are. Carvers, Tools, Lamps
laid aside and forgotten. \
al attention to our brass fire
$1.75 to 2.50
We want tl
at they canal
WORST PENMEN IN CONGRESS
Sparkman of Florida and Adamson of
Georgia Share That Honor
"I'll bet you a dinner for ten peo
ple," said Representative Frank Clark
of Florida one day last spring, ac
cording to the Popular Magazine, "that
the worst penman in congress is
Sparkman of my state."
"I'll take that bet," replied Hard
wick of Georgia. 'The man who
writes the WOT . hand in the world ls
Adamson of ni y delegation."
Sparkman is chairman of the com
mittee on rivers and harbors and
Adamson is the head of the commit
tee on Interstate and foreign com
merce. The two congressmen who
had made the bet selected a commit
tee to pass on the handwriting in
question, and then secured letters
written by Sparkman and Adamson
in their own penmanship. Those let
ters were something horrible to see,
and the judges decided that the writ
ing of both was so bad that the writ
ers, not the men who had made the
bet, must pay for the dinner.
While the banquet was in progress
Adamson told this story:
"Last winter a constituent of mine
wrote to me and asked for a speci
men of my handwriting, explaining
that he bad heard it was the worst
In the world, and that he was making
a study of bad penmanship. I com
plied with the request. In a few days
he returned my letter to me, with thia
'"Fine! Am enthusiastic. Didn't
know such handwriting was possible.
Please send me a typewritten copy of
the Inclosed. I need a key to lt'"
EXERCISE ON THE DECLINE
Medical Journal Says That Automo- j
bile? and Motor Boats Are Mak
ing People Lazy.
Anyone who takes an outing, par
ticularly at the seaside, can hardly
fall to notice the revolution that has
taken place during the last decade In
the methods of enjoying a vacation,
says the New York Medical Journal.
The automobile whizzes by on the
roads and the motor boat sputters
noisily within sight of the shore, each
bearing its crowd of pleasure seekers,
while even the swimmers are support
ed, a large proportion of them at
least, by an artificial contrivance de
signed to keep them afloat without
Rowing, walking and swimming are
the three ideal exercises, all demand
ing the open air and all having defi
nite objects apart from their excellent
effect on bodily health. But the mod
ern amusements, such as motoring
and motor boat racing, have nothing
to recommend them save that they
too require outdoor space.
Golf seems to be Increasing the
number of its devotees, even If the
latter go to the links In high pow
ered cars. But the writer would like
to see the immense audiences of base
ball and football games playing on
numerous diamonds and gridirons of
i:heir own, and would welcome a regu
lation that prescribed a playground
ten times Its size to adjoin every, new
library. It is not only the rich who
become lazy; the omnipresent trolley
car embodies the favorite recreation
of the poor.
, Nickel plated and Aiml
Ve are better equipped hi
sets and coal vases?
50c to 1.00
ie farmers ti
ways get tb
Mrs. Jones-No wouder she looks
tired; she's up most all night with a
Mr. Jones-What's the matter with
Mrs Jones-He's busy all the time
trying to get an eight-hour day for
Poet-Do you think I will ggjt much
from the editor for this poem?
Friend-Not much; you will be able
to be around again in a few days, I
DECIDED NOT TO OPEN IT.
Caller-1 was thinking about open
ing a drug store in this neighborhood.
Do you think one is needed around
Resident-Great idea. There's no
place within ten blocks where a man
can buy stamps or see the city direc