Our Boys and Girls
THE WISE MOUSE.
Many mice lived in a house. A trap was
set to cateh them.
One day an old mouse came out of his hole,
lie saw the trap.
"Just see that trap," he said, "How wise
men think they arc! They set a trap to catch
mice. In it there is a pieee of cheese. They
Ihink we will walk right in to get the cheese
?Hid he caught.
"No, no, Mr. Man! We are wiser than you
think. Wc know that if wc eat that cheese
we shall be caught."
"1 am a wise old mouse. 1 have seen many
traps in my day. 1 like cheese, but 1 will not
cat that piece.
"How good it smells! It is all right just
to smell of it. I think I will go closer to the
trap, I must go inside, but I won't eat the
cheese. I am too wise to do that."
Into the trap walked the wise mouse. He
did not know how lightly it was set. He just
smelled the cheese when ? clap! fell the trap.
The wise old mouse was caught.
Was he a wise mouse? ? Selected.
A BUTTERFLY STORY.
"I want a story, auntie ? a new one," begged
"Well, what kind!" Auntie puckered her
forehead all up trying to think. So many
stories were wanted these days, while Meg
was getting strong enough to run and play
"I want you to play you are a butterfly,
and tell me where you go and what you do."
"All right," smiled auntie, who was v.tll
acquainted in this game of make believe. So
she began in a little, soft voice, such as a real
butterfly might have used:
"The very first thing I can remember was
being a funny little wriggly green worm, on
<1 cabbage leaf. I had nothing to do and I
didn't want anything to do but just eat and
??at and eat. If I was knocked off one leaf,
I crawled up on another as fast as I could and
nibbled, and nibbled and ate and ate until I
was so full I thought I should burst. So 1
went to work to make a little case for myself,
to hold me tight so I wouldn't burst while I
was asleep, for I had eaten so much I was as
sleepy ? as sleepy as you are after supper when
you curl upon the couch and beg mamma to
let you have just one nap before you go to
"Well, when my little case was done all
around me, I fastened it in the corner of the
shutter, where the wind couldn't blow it down,
and then I went to sleep. I don't know how
long I slept, but when I waked up ? why, I
wasn't a little green worm on a cabbage leaf
any more, but I had wings and I could fly,
and people called me a butterfly. I don't un
(l?'rxtand how I came to have two lives, but this
is very wonderful. Why, I can go right down
to the worms on the cabbage leaves, where I
Used to be, and whisper to them and tell them
they are going to be butterflies, but they won't
helieve it. And they won't even look up at
,ne, and then I fly away up into the sunshine,
and fly and fly, and I am happy. "What do I
?'at now? Why, I just sip honey out of the
flowers; that is better than cabbage leaves."
"That was a lovely story auntie," laughed
Meg. "But it wasn't long enough. What do
>'?u do now, Butterfly?"
'Why, J just fly and fly, and I am happy.
I see all sorts of tilings as 1 fly. 1 saw two little
girls, at play, and they were having such a
happy time, I just settled down on a rose bush
and watched them, and then a boy eame along
and tried to grab mo, so I Hew up in the sky
"Well, I'm glad to know that the ugly cater
pillars are going to be butterflies, now 1 won't
be afra.id of them any more," smiled Meg.
"See, here comes one now."
A beautiful brown one with gold spots came
right through the window and looked all about,
then went out again. ? The Child's Gem.
JUNIOR MISSIONARY SOCIETY.
Dear Presbyterian : The writer has been plan
ning to write to you about our Junior Mis
sionary Society. We were organized about a
year ago with twenty-four members under the
care of our pastor's wife. We get our pro
grams from the "Missionary Survey," which
we enjoy very much. We finished just a short
time ago a missionary book, "Under Many
Flags." We took it in eight lessons. The
average attendance at each of these meetings
was about twenty and they all seemed to take
great interest in them. The first work that our
society did in the foreign fields was to send
vests to the lepers in Korea. And we sent
over thirteen hundred postcards to Africa and
Korea. To the Home Missions, we sent story
books to put on a Christmas tree for the moun
tain children in Virginia.
Pres. Junior Missionary Society.
McConnellsville, S. C.
Dear Frances: You certainly must have a
splendid missionary society and I know you
enjoy the work. I wonder how many of our
girls and boys belong to missionary societies.
We would like to hear what some of the others
are doing, wouldn't we?
? u -FIFTY-TWO."
An American Near East Relief worker was
passing along the streets of Erivan, the capital
of Armenia when a ragged child came up to
her and said imploringly "IJ-fifty-two !"
The relief worker looked blank. She won
dered whether the child was speaking of a boat
or an aeroplane, and while she wondered the
child repeated the only English words she knew.
Then the relief worker called an interpreter.
"She tells that she has heard the Near East
Relief warehouseman say it and that it means
clothes from America," explained the inter
Then the relief worker understood. "U-52"
is the Near East Relief stock sheet number,
which is printed on all bales of second-hand
clothes shipped from America. She took the
child to our warehouse and gave her a skirt
which came from New York, a jacket from
San Francisco, and a pair of stockings from
"I told her through our interpreter," writes
the American girl, "that she now represented
three of our big States, and though she didn't
get the joke, she smiled so beautifully at the
prospect of being clothed that T wished that the
American donors of the humble articles might
have seen her.
"But 'U-52' did not end there. The multi
tudes of ragged men and women, who live in
battered Im>x cars at the station, had seen the
American bales come in, and they too caught
the password. Next morning the Near East
Relief warehouse was besieged by these walk
ing ragbags, who kept on repeating 'U-52!'
'U-52!' with every accent of misery and wretch
edness. It was a sad moment when the last
garment was handed out. Those who had re
ceived nothing walked wearily away. And
every day since then, they accost the Near East
Relief workers in the streets, saying 'U-52!' in
tU-52!' in pleading tones."
BIBLE VERSES ? THE SAYINGS OF JESUS.
Dear Presbyterian : We arc sending you my
pastor's name in Bible verses.
We are studying the Catechism to recite to
our pastor to get a Testament am! certificate.
Auntie teaches us at home until Elizabeth is
old enough to go with me to school.
Rejoice, and be exceedingly glad : for great
is your reward in heaven: for so persecuted
they the prophets which were before you. ?
Even as the son of man came not to be min
istered unto, but to minister, and to give his
life a ransom for many. ? Matthew 20:28. ?
Verily, verily, I say unto you, He that be
lieveth on ine hath everlasting life. ? St. John
Judge not according to appearance, but
judge righteous judgment. ? St. John 7 :24.
Marvel not that I said unto thee, ye must be
born again. ? St. John 3 :7.
Watch ye and pray, lest ye enter into temp
tation. The spirit truly is ready, but the flesh
is weak. ? St. Mark 14:38.
Even so, Father; for so it seemed good in
Thy sight. ? Matt. 11 :2G.
Let not your heart be troubled : ye believe
in God, believe also in me. ? St. John 14:1.
Did not Moses give you the iaw, and yet
none of you keepeth the law? "Why go ye
about to kill me? ? St. John 7:19.
Every tree that bringpth not forth good
fruit is hewn down and cast into fire. ? Matt.
Rise up : let us go : Lo he that betrayeth me
is at hand. ? Matt. 11:26.
We want daddy to see this as it will please
Margarette S. Moon,
S. Elizabeth Moon.
Dear Girls: This is a good set of Bible
verses yon have sent in and we are very glad
to have them on onr page. Write to us again
A NEW CHURCH.
Dear Miss Argj'le: This is my first, letter to
you. I am eleven years old and I am in the
sixth grade. We tako the Presbyterian of the
South, and think it is fine. I go to Sunday
school every Sunday. Miss Bettie Sterling is
my teacher and I like her very much. I am
trying to recite the Catechism by the 15th of
August. My pastor is Hev. L. B. Ruff, and
we like him very much. We go to Severn
Church. My father is a deacon. We have a
new church just finished. Wa had our first
serom nin it Sunday, Juno the 18th. T can
answer the question about the two men who
never knew death ? Elijah ami Enoch.
Marcie Fay D.^al.
Dear Marcie: We are >wry glad to have
such an interesting and "newsy" letter from
you. We are sure you are proud of the new
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