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THE SAN FRANCISCO CALL, SATURDAY, JAXLAKY 20, V)]2.— TIIK JUNIOR (ALL.
FOR THE YOUNGER JUNIORS
SOME SHORT STORIES BY JUNIOR AUTHORS
The Frog Prince
Once upon a time there lived a beau
tiful princess. Near the king's castle
was a forest, and away In the depths
was an old lime tree, beneath which
was an ancient, mosa grown fountain,
which tossed up its slender shaft of
water all day long. Now, the princess
loved to play by the fountain. Bhe
used to play there with her golden baJl.
She was very clever in catching it, but
one time she missed it and it fell into
the fountain with a splash. She was
fond of the ball, because it had been
given to her by a fairy.
When the princess found her ball was
lost she began to cry. A frog ap
peared at the edge of the fountain and
said, "Why do you weep, oh, kings
"Because my golden ball fell into
the fountain," she replied.
The frog said, "I will get it for you
if you give me something.' 1
"I -will give you my jewels and my
The frog said, "These tilings are of
no use to me. I have all those things,
and more yet. Will you let me be your
companion, eat from your plate and
sleep in your bed?"
"Vis, yes," said the princes.
The frog dived after the ball. The
prlnceaa ran away with her ball. The
frog cried, "Wait, waltltf
The next day the frog came to the
palace, but the princess would not let
him in. The princess said, "I am very
sorry for what I did."
Suddenly the castle swayed bark and
forth and the frog disappeared. In his
place was a handsome prince. They
were married and lived happy ever
THE WINNERS OF PAINT BOX PRIZES
This is the picture to be colored. Paint it in water colors on crayon and send immediately to the
Editor of The Junior Call
One morning Dick lay in the ham
mock thinkfhg of some plan to get a
half day off from school. "I've got it,"
he said at length. "I'll go over and tell
Joe." He ran to Joe's house and whis
pered something into his chum's ear.
"Gee, how did you think of it," said Joe
when Dick told his plan. "It's bully,"
he added. "I'll get the kitten now."
Aa it was nearing school time, the two
mischief makers hurried off. The coun
try school the boys attended was held
in a one room building and was taught
by a pleasant Miss Young. It had only
17 pupils and the most popular of all
were Joe and Dick. There were nine
girls and eight boys.
When the boys reached the school
house Dick climbed in the window and
Joe handed him a very pretty white an
gora kitten. Dick tied a card on its
ne< k and wrote something on it. Then
he put cat and all in the drawer of the
teacher's desk and on the top of the
desk he put a beautiful bunch of roses.
On the card he wrote, "From Joe and
The school took up and the teacher
thanked the boys for the flowers. Then
she opened the drawer to get a book
and she heard a "meow." Very much
astonished she took the kitten out and
read the card: "To Miss Young from
her pupils, provided she gives us a
The teacher looked at the kitten and
fell in love with it at once. Then she
said: "Children, you may have the
whole day to yourselves, but who put
this beautiful kitten here for me?"
Dick and Joe stood up and there was
applause from the pupils. They had
gained their holiday.
WORDS OF THANKS
Dear Sir—l received my box of paints
Monday, and I thank you very much for
them. MARTIN OLSON.
Editor Junior Call—Dear Sir: T want
to thank you for the lovely book, "Hen
rietta," I have read it through already
and think it fine. Everybody is so well
described that I could almost see them
while I was reading. I was very sur
prised and pleased to think I had won
a prize, because it was the first time I
tried for one. I like the stories Mrs. Ol
son retells very much. Thanking you
again for the book, I remain, yours sin
cerely, CHARLOTTE WIL.KE.
Dear Editor: I want to thank you
for the lovely box of paints you award
ed me for my picture. We have paint
ing at school and I enjoy using them
there very much. We live in the coun
try and my two sisters and myself are
always anxiously waiting till daddy
brings The Junior Call home to us on
Saturday afternoons. Your loving Ju
nior, GRACE M. COCKCROFT.
The Birds' Christmas Tree
The old Swedish custom of dressing
a tiny tree for the birds is obtaining
more and more in this country, and
nothing is more charming in signifi
cance or will give greater pleasure to
shui-ins or the youngsters. The branch
of green need not be especially sym
metrical, but it should be well laden
with tiny red apples, bits of suet, little
open baskets with grain, tiny bones
and nubbins or ears of corn, all of
which will find abun«ant appreciation
from our little feathered friends, even
if no more valuable to the country at
large than sparrows.
One Kind of Boss
Apropos of scientific management
and the miracles it performs, Jerome
X McWade. the Duluth capitalist, said
the other day:
"An integral part of scientific man
agement is the weeding out of the
officious, silly, ignorant boss—the boss
who, to show his authority, is always
interfering with his men.
"A boss of this description was over
seeing the removal of a lot of dirt on a
railway contract of mine. It happened
that one of the workmen's wheelbar
rows squeaked dreadfully. The man,
therefore, turned the barrow over, and
he was beginning to grease it, when
the boss rushed down upon him like
"'Here, you! What the blankety
blank are you doing there, Pietro?'
" 'I'm just greasin' my barrow, boss.'
' Who in the blank name of blank
ety blank told you to do that, you
macaroni fed asterisk?'
" "No one, boss.'
" 'Well, get back to your work, then,
and don't let me catch you at anything
of the kind again. What the blank do
you know about machinery?' "
Expression AH Wrong
"Wanting the spirit, the letter is
dull indeed," remarked an officer in
Uncle Sam's army who is a bit of a
philosopher as well.
"An English drill sergeant whose
severity had made him unpopular with
his company was putting a squad of
recruits through the funeral exercise.
Opening the ranks so as to admit the
passage of a cortege between them,
the instructor, by way of practical ex
planation, walked slowly down the lane
formed by the two ranks, saying
"Now lam the corpse. Pay atten
"tHaving reached the end of the lane
he turned round, regarded the recruits
with a scrutinizing eye and then re
" 'Your "ands is right and your 'cads
is right, but you 'aven't g-ot that look
of regret you ought to 'aye!'"
Twenty. boxes of paints will be given
away each week In this' department, to
i 1 the Juniors, boys and ,Vgirls, .■ who ; send
In; the best colored pictures. , ( The draw
ing opposite may be colored with either .
paints or crayons, and must reach ithe7
office by Wednesday I afternoon. This
contest is: open to J Juniors 10 years of;
: age * and younger. 1; Write ; your V name,
age and address in the dotted lines:
below the picture.
Paints were awarded to the follow
. ing Juniors who painted ; the picture in
the paper of January 13: -
Vernon Pearson, 3768 Diamond street,
Oakland. ".-, ■ ■■.■'■;•■■ ■•. , ', ;",: , : '■ ■ , )
Orrln Stickler, Pleasanton.
Merrill, Redwood City. •
:/; ; KuR-ene Severln, 2506 Pine street, San
and sea. , - , : , '■::: *» - "■■ _
Maud Van Someren, 662 Fourth street,
Oakland. \ r;
Gertrude E. Hlekey, 1039 Noe street,-
San Francisco. . .'_ " v
■ Helen Fromm, 1541 Bay street, Ala
meda". / '" '
Amir* Unities, Fairfax.
• . Lillian KikliiH, 1780 O'Farrell street,
San Francisco. > ;; ' \ ' ' ,r v" ;'
Hannah Barrett, 1051 Cole street, San
Francisco. ' :
Howard D. Gibson, R. F. D., box 13,
Niles. , - ' ■ • ■.';■•■■ ;: ' ' "'• ,• ■
ltuth Jarkman, box '245, Turlock.
lluth ii Vandepeer, 5862 Occidental
Kenneth Woodford, Sebastopoi. V
Kdna Mohr, Pleasanton.
Martha Men*er, 2902 Bush street, San
Francisco. ► ■:;:' • ■•' \ .
",\ Tom \ Wallace, 49 Capp street, ', San
•. Francisco. i. ;".:;■■;"'•'./ -■- ■>: V ' : ' '" '
Olgrn lMtmayer, 1619 Alabama street,
San Francisco. .;
Melbn McNaußht, 569 Sixty-third
street, Oakland.; ,"-■>' w
Insult to Injury
Joseph E. Widener, the Philadelphia
.horseman and -collector,' told; a horse
story at a dinner ,in New York. '
.;■" "There's a grocer out Elkins way,"
said Widener, "who is notorious. for his'
- wretched 'horseflesh.'
"The grocer's boy is rather a reck
less driver. He drove one 'of < his,mas
ter's worst nags a ; little too hard one
day and the animal fell ill and ; died. *
, " 'You've killed my horse, curse you,'
the grocer, said to the • boy next niorn
"ing.-. ■'• ; ' , ' ■:> :'■ •■ ■--';-, ■;.•; :•- i
" 'I'm sorry/boss,' the lad faltered.
: "'Sorry be durned! i; shouted the
grocer. "'Who's going to pay me for
" '"I'll make it all right, ' boss,' 'said;
the boy, soothingly. lrYou can' take it
out of my next Saturday's wages.'.."'•