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ALL ABOUT OUR LITTLE FOLKS
* & A Sea Song by the Old Salt. # 4t
ALTHOUGH I AM A DORYHAK
I KNOW TIY DO-RL, -M>
SO NOW I'M OFF TO DOCK
FOP SHE IS Off THE. ■"»■-■*• •
' Hidden in the picture you will find a number of letters which, If put together properly, will spell-the missing
word that completes the verse.
Prize Stories Written by Herald Young Folks \
A. LJ BERK AY, 295 Franklin ave
nue, Pasadena, class A.. $3.00
ALICE ..ISABEL, LE ROT, 224
South Alvarado street, class 8..*2.00
ESTELLE MARIE JOHNSON, 207
' West Twenty-fifth street, class
*c '.;;... :..;.:. ..;.'. ...n.oo
THE INDIAN AND SUGAR
By A. L. Berray— Class A— Fifteen
When Gertrude Thurston was nine
years old she went to live In Arizona,
ten miles from the Apache Indian res
ervation. At first, Indians brightened
her but when she saw that the squaws
loved. 'their little copper-colored
papooses' as well as white mothers
loved 'their babies; she lost her fear.
Still '.she kept- close to her. father
when any of the'bucks stopped at the
well for- a drink. Of course they did
not have on -any war paint and feath
ers like, the ones she had heard about,
but their long black hair gave them a
very, fierce look.~'- • '
There was one old man who often
came to the ■ house. His name was
Joe and he had; a son at the Indian
school. .When he received ■ a letter
from his son, Joe was the proudest
Indian on the reservation, although he
could' not read a word.
The Indian agent answered the letter
for him, but Joe himself stuck on the
stamp and sealed the envelope.. He
carried the letter in his pocket till the
stage was ready to start and then gave
it to the driver. He was afraid it
would be lost if he put it in the post
One 'morning Gertrude sat on the
back » porch ••shelling peas when Phe
saw.' old Joe" coming up the path. Her
hearf- began -to- thump loudly and she
wished her mother were there.-
Joe grunted good nuturedly and said:
"How?"-' as ■he seated > himself on the
porch. '' " ■ ■ ' ■ '
"Good morning," said Gertrude, tim
idly. : ■■ ;;.',.
He sat and looked at her and she
went on shelling peas though her
fingers trembled a little. Suddenly he
held out his hand and said: "Sugar." j
"Sugar!" exclaimed Gertrude.
"Um-m," he grunted. "Just little."
and he held an Imaginary pinch of
sugar between his thumb and finger to
The girl's curiosity overcame her fear
us she went into the kitchen and
poured some sugar Into a saucer.
When she came out Joe held an en
velope in his hand.
"No buens, no stick," he tald her.
He moistened the flap with his
tongue and, taking a pinch of sugar,
sprinkled It over the wet surface. Then
• he y folded It over and as It stuck fast
gave a grunt of satisfaction and
/turned and walked away.
7'"How Gertrude laughed, and how
everyone who heard the story laughed)
Her': father said Joe would have to
apply for a" patent for a new way of
By Alice Isabel Le Roy— Class B—
'„ /. - Twelve Years
Alberta eat curled up In the big plush
cJwlr with the little black kltteu In her.
lap. She was trying to read the book
she held in her lap, but from time to
time her eyes wandered listlessly out
of the window to the figures gathered
together on the snow, each with a sled.
The children were chatting eagerly and
after a while they began to slide down
hin. ■ . :•.<;
Alberta sighed and turned away once
more to the book. "I just think it's
too bad I can't have some fun, 'too, all
on account of an old cold!"/ she ex
claimed, and shutting her book with a
snap she walked over to. the piano.
"Alberta, oh Alberta!" called a voice.
"Yes, mother," called back- Alberta.
"The baby's got an awful cold, but I
must go up town this afternoon. Take
good care of him, dear."
"Yes, mother." • A • sob choked . her.
"But I did so much want to go sleigh
ing this, afternoon. Where's Mary."
• "Mary's out, but I know my little
girl will be, good to little brother and
not let- him get out doors. Good-by,
dear." With this she kissed the frown
ing little face and was gone.
Half, an hour later Alberta, trotting
the fretting baby, looked . out of the
window. Her face lighted. up as she
saw her chum, Lottie Palmer, running
up the path. She went to the door, for
getting the baby and cried: "Hello,
Lottie, come in; I'm awfully lonesome."
"Oh, Alberta," . said Lottie, breath
lessly, "we're having such fun; gel
your hat and coat and hurry."
"Wish I could,"- returned Alberta,
"but I've got to take care of baby and
he is as cross as two sticks."
"Pooh, let the baby be. He'll be all
right here. Your mother will . never
know at all," pleaded Lottie.
Alberta shook her head.
. "Oh, well then," continued Lottie
scornfully, "if,. you prefer to stay
cooped. up in an. old house with just a
baby .than to come with us, and have
some, fun, well, all right.". AVlth this
she. went slowly down the .walk.
LOS ANGELES HERALD SUNDAY SUPPLEMENT.
Alberta thought a while. Perhaps af
ter all the baby would be all right and
her mother | would never know. She
decided quickly and running to the
door she called: "Lottie, wait, I'll
In a few moments she was out with
her little red sled. She joined the mer
ry -group and was soon sliding down
hill with a whoop. They played till
late and Alberta suddenly, remember
ing her little charge; darted away to
ward home, but she was too late.
The room was hot and the mother
was bending over the crib. She paid
no heed to; Alberta as she opened the
door, but went over to • the stove. Al
berta, after , a glance at her mother,
ran to the side of the crib and putting
both arms around the little bundle she
began to cry. She sobbed so loud that
the baby woke and after looking for
some time with feverish eyes he put up
one tiny red hand and touched her
cheek. At the touch AlbeCta sobbed the
louder and covered i the little face with
kisses. She was surprised to feel how
hot 'the face was. She glanced Inquir
ingly at' her mother, | who' had been
looking on the- scene and' seemed to
read the question in. Alberta's face.
"Yes, dear it was very naughty of you,
but I know, my little girl will never do
it again," she said. "After you went
brother managed, to get through the
half-open door, and once out he stum
bled In the snow. He was nearly frozen
when I found him. . He 'has croup and
a high fever. But I guess he will be
well in a few. days." ."■ •-'.■
By this time Alberta, was sobbing on
her mother's shoulder. "Oh, dear; oh,
dear, what shall. l -do? -Supposing he'd
a died. Oh, I never, never shall- do it
again. < ■ "• ■' ■>■ ' .' ' :."'':'
" Alberta cried herself to • sleep that
night and I am' sure you never saw a
eadder little girl than Alberta all that
night'and through the baby's sickness.
Whenever the little one' coughed she
had to leave the ' room ' because she
could not control herself. i '■■'■
And I am glad to' say that "one little
girl after ' that never scowled' when
asked to tend the baby, 'and never,
disobeyed her mother again.*-- i
MY PET DOG
By Hazel Insley — Class ' B— Twelve
I have a dog whose name Is Count.
He is a Scotch collie and 'is "so Intelli
gent that' he seems ' ta" understand
whatever' I say to j him.— -He* makes a
famous playfellow, and we have many
games of hide and., seek ..together.
Sometimes when. l! put my head down
he will seem to whisper something in
my ear. He is always polite and ha*
never attempted to 'lick our hands or
face but once. . . .
One morning when sister opened the
back door she found Count, whose paw
was caught In a gopher trap, waiting
patiently. He held up his paw with a
whine, but was very brave and never
whimpered as she loosened the ' trap.
When she bathed his paw In warm wa
ter he licked her hand as, though to
thank her, but. that was the only time
we' ever knew him to do so.
; iio la -very uffectiojiutt* und-Uae a
Babble's Wood Fairy
— OOTY-BOY had found matches
near his stand nnd he had, aa
v-/ usual, burned hla paws.' The pain
made the monkey Jump and his chain
hftd broken short off, wiilch explains
why * Sooty-boy, Mrs. Bronson's pet
was free to travel his own way on*
morning In September,
After a nervous glance through th«
room he leaped from the nearest win*
dow to the lawn, whence, after chasing
a cat as black as himself, and pulling
a feather from the peacock's tall, th»
monkey fled Into the woods with the
gardener, Roylston, In pursuit Royl
ston presently returned— without the
Not two miles from the Healing
Springs Hotel, in West Virginia, Bab
ble had lost her way. Stfo was only
nine, the daughter of a New York
lady staying at the hotel for a few
days. It was during n short trip up
Bald Top mountain with a large party
that Babble had strayed too far after
fairies. She knew there were fairies
In these woods— Babble had never been
In woods before. And now, ns she
wished' to return, she haC lost the di
• "Oh, you great goosle!" cried Babble
to herself. "Now you are lost and
will wander about for ever so. long,
p'raps till you starve, and are burled
by— by fairies, or by birds, like the
Babes In the Wood." But at first she
had no fear of being really lost. A cry
would bring her mother to her. She
raised her small but shrill voice in a
long scream of anger and half fright.
"Mamma, mam-ma-a, I'm lost I Where
are you?" Silence. Not a sound except
that drip, drip of water from a ledge
nearby. Babble was realy, truly lost!
Stumbling along," as the red sun set
behind her. Babbie wept bitterly. She
was tired and scared. ' Her fashionable,
heelless boots hurt and the air was get
ting very cold. Oh! it was so still, so
eerie In this cr,uel : forest. At length,
darkness creeping about Mike a shadow
from a' great tree, Babble decided that
she must find her way ■ back to the
hotel. She remembered that it was on
the hillside. Therefore, she should walk
down hill' of course. But, alas! there
are two sides to every hill, and Babble
chose the wrong side! There was no
hotel, no road, there. The night came,
and ' a big • yellow moon rose slowly
between the. pointed pines. Stars
danced at the tops of trees, and Jack
Frost began painting everything white.
' Babbie was unable to, go further and
she sank down in the middle of a big
flat rock. She fell asleep.
Babbie sat up again rather suddenly.
Surely she had slept a long time. The
moon was right overhead, and there
were things moving aliout in the leaves.
Pat, pat, pat. Drip, drip. Tchek! Tchek!
Such odd noises! "Oh," thought Babble,
badly scared. "The fairies, 'of course!"
And she stared about, half afraid to
look. . A huge bat circled about In the
misty light, and faraway something
cried, "To whoo, whoo, to whoo!" And
then right close by Babble saw a small,
a very small, person standing on a log.
It had a round baid head, two very
long arms and rather, short legs. A
silver collar about Its neck gleamed
coldly, and its yellow eyes were fixed
on her. Was It a goblin? Poor Babbi*
wanted to scream at first. But when
cute way of rubbing his head against
one, and if one does not notice, him he
will tap with his paw as if begging i.o
be pettqd. • He. does a few tricks, but
his education has been sadly neglected.
He will jump over a stick, shake
hands, roll over, play dead dog ani
climb on a chair as If to say his pray
ers. He has a very Jealous disposition,
and If I pick up my cat or even a baby
he jumps around and barks as if to at
tract my attention to himself. ■
DICKIE'S NARROW ESCAPE
By Estelle Marie Johnson— Class C—
Dickie Is my pet canary bird. He is
about five years old. He has a little
green feather necktie on. One morning
at breakfast mamma heard a noise In
the pantry, so she got up to see what It
was. She thought at . first the wind
had blown Dickie's cage down, but
when she reached the pantry there
was a big black cat on the shelf,
clawing at the, cage, trying to get Dick
ie. When the cat j saw mamma j he
jumped down and ran away. Mamma
screamed and • I came running down
stairs. After I found what had hap
pened I almost cried because I wasso
glad' Dickie didn't get killed. Dickie" Is
happy now. I have several other pets,
but I like Dickie best. ■' '-"%%
BEING A BOY
Never want to be a man . ',• • ■'. ■,<-,\
When the old folks no away.
1.1 ko to be left all alone—
Then i have a happy day.
Get up whenever I please,
Slay out till tt'» real late;
Lie abed till I get tired— ,
Hi the real thing to date.
K»t any old thing I want-
Take my time to get away:
Hear nobody >ay to me. • ■ • ■ • •
"Don't you itay out late today!" ,
If the old folk! atayed from home
All the time, it nenu to me
I'd be wllllp' to ptand mill
Ai I am, Just a> you see.
Boys can do «o many things
That grown-up folks dasnent do,
That I wonder why they want
To be men and work. Don't you?
—Frank 11. Brooks
WHERE THE PENNIES GO
Whirt do all the pennlei «oT
You uk mother; »ha will know, .
Ccly need* * ball fur "J«ck(,"
Bobby wanti a box of tacki,
May »»>» "hoop* are coming In,"
Jocy'd Ilk* a top to spin;
I'd have taffy on a itlck—
Mother *»)■• It make* roe «lck.
•••;»«u I tulk, "cause ahe save N*n '
Two canta (or the hokey man.
Where do all the pennies «oT
You tutk luvtbti-; »be will know. .
— 4nn« Uttblt.
TBe-goarpe -Ot&M&g ; tl?epsq^x- bed
M&rpe^, Qst • aaork-up^tolrj'looked'O&t%
■ " ■ g.ML/J&roajp.
the creature danced nimbly over near
her nnd squeaked like a mouse Babble
saw that It was nothing but a monkey.
The sun rose, as usual, bright nnd
early— lndeed, he was up before four—
and there on the flat rock lay little lost
Babble, fast asleep. At her side sal
Sooty-boy, the monkey, solemnly exam
ining her necklace with his little black
Presently Babble's eyes opened. She
was very- glad to see the monkey still
with her. She timidly patted his bald
head, saying: "You're my good wood
fairy — I know you are." The monkey
seized her hand and laid it against
her • cheek, squeaking and chattering.
He was cold. So Babble wrapped him
In her skirts. "Let me see," she began.
"You're lost and I'm lost, too! "Where
shall we go? And, oh, dear! There's no
breakfast!" -••'. ■'..,'-' V;' v -
' The tears would come now— and Bab
ble struggled to ; her weary feet again
to. go on— some where. The monkey
danced along, now in the trees, now by
her side or on her small shoulder.
"Oh, dear Monkle, we can have no
hot milk, or oatmeal, or grape fruit,
and I'm so hungry!" cried the little
girl. But the brave little monkey didn't
cry a bit; he Just kept, himself real
busy, looking for breakfast. And pres
ently Sooty-boy returned with some
thing in his paws. It was like a plum,
the. brown skin shriveled and thin.
Babbie .- tasted of one. It made her
mouth feel as if cotton was in It; but
she was so hungry she ate some of it.
As ...for the monkey, . he devoured the
per'slmmojis. -, greedily. ; • • Occasionally
they tasted sweet and delicious— these
were". the ''tones ■ Jack' Frost .had painted
BUSTER BROWN'S ELEC. R. R.
\Cut out the three parts. Paste together the two parts of the transoms along center dotted line. Connect roof
with laps A. Paste under top parts B. Fold front and rear,- pasting laps C to the under side of the roof and pasting
the two parts of the > figures • together. • Form the platforms, pasting the two parts of the dashboard together, the laps
l) pasting to the bottom and the laps X to the luelUo of the dashboard, the parts V pasting back of tbo wluiela. Fold
, Jttepa »ad the par is complete, 1 : - --* »
the night before— he knew what was
good. "Really, my dear, wood fairy,
you're better ■ than my brother as a
companion, and you don't teaße me."
But sho felt lonely and he? hunger
grew and grew. So when the monkey,
suddenly leaping lnto,a tree, returned
with real plums, the little girl felt as if
he was really a fa'.ry, for whoever
heard of finding plums in a forest 7 You
always bought them In boxes at a
grocer's, or else they hung on tiny
sapling In a back yard. Babble had
never heard of wild plums. My! thny
taste good! Prunes make a good
breakfast, thought Babble; why not
Now'whwn the run reached Its highest
—right over head — the air grew warm
and the lost , child felt a little less
frightened. Butterflies, birds, all seemed
dead here; and a few squirrels only
could be seen in the trees. And still
the child walked on and on and on.
The monkey had by this time found
out that It pleased his companion to
haveTiim bring her things. So he be
came diligent. They rested at a beau
tiful spring of water, like those at the
hotel. Here Sooty-boy brought and piled
up pebbles, acorns, beechnuts, pine
needles, snail's shells and seeds. . He
brought and presented- in delight col
ored leaves, pieces of green pine and
red cedar and a 'few flowers. Among
these objects were a few that Babbie
knew were good to eat. Here were
hickory nuts, hazel nuts, crab apples,
paw-paws and bunches of grapes.
"Oh, It's/like a story," cried Babble;
"I'm a lost princess and you— oh! 1
know your a prince under a wicked
spell! You will save me,' won't you,
dear Wood Fairy?" Just then she dis
covered that the sun was again setting
in the distant west. "Monkey, monkey,
don't let us spend another awful night
here."^ And she rose to go on, calling
shrilly for some one to come and show
her the way out.
The monkey had suddenly vanished;
she saw him nowhere. And this made
the poor little girl despair. Her mother
would never see poor Babble again.
She pictured how she would be buried
by squirrels, birds and fairies, and was
altogether a miserable body.
As the last sun rays lifted to the tops
of those | solemn, everlasting pines
Sootyboy reappeared. He playfully
tossed nuts at Babble, and she caught
him In delight. . Gracious! He was
scratched and bitten. Why, he must
have had a battle! He had, too, lost
his collar. So Babbie tied her lang hair
ribbon to his neck and would not allow
him to escape her again. The monkey
tugged at the ribbon, and fairly urged
Babbie forward. And then suddenly
they came out on a road, and on the
other side stood a house, surrounded
by a garden. A kind gardener and; a'
shepherd dog came forward together
eagerly. The monkey clapped the dog,
about the neck, while -the gardener
compared a paper In his hand With
"Oh, Mr. Gardener, please, I'm lost
nnd want to get back to the big hotel.
The gardener, with a pleased smll«,
said: "Yen, you've given your poor
mother a bit of a scare — had some 8W
people lookln' for you. But you brought
the monkey back, thank the saints."
"No," laughed Babble, "he brought
me back. He's a wood fairy, I'm posi
The man laughed and carried child
and monkey Into the house, where Mrs.
Broneon put her before a hot fire and
a hearty meal.
The next day saw Babble again at
the hotel in her mother's arms, and the
"wood fairy" was with her. '-..".,
WHEN WILLIE WENT TO WORK
I never shall forget the time
When Willie made a plan
To help support his family,
Just like a grown-up man: —
"I want to earn some money, Ma,"
He sez, "like Tommy Burke,"
And after that we had no peace
' ■ Till Willie went to work.
Ma said at first, he was too small;
But then he begged and plead
'Till ev'ry body In the house
Most wished that they wuz dead.
At last pa spoke: — "The only way
To cure the little Turk '■'•'..■.
Is just to let him go!" he sez. ' ;
So Willie went to- work.
You should 'a' seen him on that day, .
Jump up at the first call,
Ma never had to ask him If
His hands wuz clean, at all!
It took him most two hours, though.
To prink himself and perk — .
You bet His shoes was blackened fine
When Willie went to work.
And after that It nearly' used ' ■
To make us laugh out loud, '■■'•■'
You couldn't hardly talk to him, -
He wuz so all-fired proud;
And if we asked a question Pa
Would give his thumb a jerk
And say: — "Ask Will, he knows it all
Now he has gone to w0rk." .... ,■,■■..-•
When he came home that Saturday,'
And handed Ma his pay,
You'd thought he was Carnegie •
Glvln' libraries away!
But though Ma smiled and kissed him.
We could see a teardrop lurk —
Because it wuz the first he earned, • *.
When Willie went to work.
— Annie Marble,