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©ggs there, when I slipped and fell down. I sat up and as I
Icoked around I discovered something white in the hay. I
Jumped up and went to it. Imagine my surprise on seeing the
missing box in the hay with Bruno, the house dog, trying to
open it. It was evident that he had taken it to play with. I took
it to the man and received the reward, which was $3.
A Fifth Grade, —Rose Larson,
Sheridan School. 1220 Jefferson Street NE.
Neither Seen Nor Heard.
If you should go into the dining-room at home you would see
a painting that we have had ever since I can remember—a beauti
ful moonlight landscape. I supposed that I had seen everything on
-v7"- ; it as I have looked at It many times.. But the other day as I was
locking at it I discovered, perched on one of the highest branches
—' of a tree, a brown owl that none of us ever had noticed:
B Fifth Grade, ' ; - . ' —Cora Clark.
j " "I Whittier School. ;■ 118 W Twenty-seventh Street.
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»eep in a Clay Pile.
One hot summer day when I was a very little girl I v.-as out
piaying with my cousin, who was about my age. We each had
a tiny spade given us that morning and were making use of
them. We had just gone across the field, as this was in the
country, when we came to a
nice hard clay pile. ' We
thought this an excellent
place to dig, so we set to
work, as hard as we possibly
could, trying to dig a well,
*s little children often think
they can.
All at once I struck some
thing very hard. Thinking it
was a stone and I had dulled
my spade I kept on trying to
get it out of my way. I
struck it.very hard again, as
my spade happened to slip.
This time it seemed to be
something hollow and I was
real curious to know what it
could be. So I dug as hard
as I could and all at once
.some fuzzy hair appeared,
and as I could wait no longer
I grasped it in my hand and
began to pull. All at once it
came off and I had it in my
hand. It was a doll's wig. I
looked a little closer and a
face seemed to be peeping out. I had found a doll that was
quite badly soiled, but I took it home and called it a sunken
treasure. —Aubine Shea,
A Fifth Grade, 201 Fourth Avenue SE.
Holmes School.
Those Heartless (•rown-l'pK.
The boys in our neighborhood are always experimenting. We
found a book that told how to, make gunpowder, so we thought
-we would try it. We went into the basement of one of the boy's
, Louses and began operations. We did not succeed very well at
first, but after a few vain attempts we succeeded. We dis
: covered that if a stick .was put into one of the little; bubbles
of saltpeter it would flame up. While thus interested; we did
not notice the awful smell and smoke until we heard something.
It was then we made the most important discovery of all. "This
■was that somebody was coming down to see if we were trying
to burn the house down. You • may guess what followed. We
have not tried to make gunpowder since that day. Strange,
isn't it? ;'-< —Fred Ross,
A Seventh Grade, 2000 Kenwood Boulevard,
Kenwood School.
■ In the Absence .; of the Cat.
A few nights ago I was a little restless and tossed my head,
about on my pillow, when I heard little crackling noises, and as
these seemed strange I rubbed my head agaiast the pillow on
purpose and then touched it with my finger. Sparks shot out of
~ it, beautiful sparks starting at the tip of my finger and spread
ing out, as (hey grew longer. I made sparks fully four inches
| long. I found out three things from this: First, that it was bet
ter to move my head with a circular motion. Second, that if I
■wrapped a piece of wood in tinfoil and insulated it by fastening
it to a glass bottle, it would make clicks in the bottle every time
„- I brought it near the electrified pillow and would also make lit
tle lightnings. - Third, that it would only work on cold days. "I
suppose it would work just as well with a cat, but as we haven't
a cat I had to use my head.
A Seventh Grade, ; - . —Farringtori Daniels.^
Kenwood School. 2112 Kenwood Parkway.
; . Candy 'in Exchange.
.When I was about five or six years of age a man gave me a
small pear! -handled knife.". I was playing in the woods, near my
home, when I lost it. I looked a long time for it and was going
'home when I saw something round shining before me on the
ground. I picked it up and then as I looked around again I
found the knife. I immediately ran with the round shining piece
; and asked the man at the candy counter for some candy. I was
surprised at the quantity he gave me. I did not know the value
. of money and was surprised to find out that it was a quarter*
, . A Sixth Grade, —Guy Ramsay,
Lyndale School. ' .
A Real Buried Treasure.
I have had a great many unexpected discoveries, but the
greatest came when I was digging in the woods for violets. I
was getting them up, roots and all, so as to study them in school.
I had pushed the shovel into the ground about six inches when
it struck something that, sounded like a piece of tin. Hurried
ly I dug it up and found to my surprise that it was a small
_■ tin box. I made haste to get the cover off, but this was not ac
, complished until I used the shovel. And, oh, you can't guess the
Bight that stood before me. A box full of nickels! When.l*
k — counted I found they amounted to $4.60. "'
I ran all the way home to show mother my treasure. I claim
this my greatest discovery because it was so unexpected and was,
- beside, the only ; time I ever found money.
») A Eighth Grade, _—-Frank Corcoran,
, I, -East Side High School. 2541 Monroe Street KM.
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In Motjui Land. • •
-r* When I lived in Arizona we used to go out to the ruins of the
cliff dwellers, and one morning papa said we were going that day,
so I went for the shovels and hoes. We took three "Indian boys.
with us and started about 8 o'clock, but did not get there very
■" early because the sand was so deep. When we reached there wo
began to dig; I was digging in the side of a house, and dug until
I came to four. or five skeletons. Then I found a nejr place to dig
. and discovered a piece of pottery. {It was shaped like a shoe, and
had been used for cooking. The Indian girls told me that one
night, while all the Moquis were in the kivas having some cere
. mony, the Navajoes set fire to some wood which they had placed
©rer the top of the kivas, and thus smothered the Moquis. They
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First Hen—" Geod gracious .' What ere you wearing those hoop skirts for?" Second Hen— ■" 7 find them of great assistance in controlling the children."
From Judge: Copyright 1901.
also told me that the village was about four hundred years old.
Mama < found a number of different kinds -of pottery, and she
■wanted to trade with me, but I would not trade" my shoe. - /
' B Sixth Grade, . " * - *-, —iJelen Meagley, .;
- • Kenwood School. - ;- ;/, ISIS Kenwood Parkway.
Where the. Sky-Is Bluest.
One day about a year ago when we were having a painting
lesson one -of our supervisors came in. We were then learning
how to paint a sky : and she said, "Where is the sky darkest
blue?" We all thought near the horizon. She told us to use our
eyes next time we saw the sky and make sure of it. Well, I
looked and found it was darkest overhead. This was a surprising
discovery to me and it was of great use to me in my future land
scape work. - , _ ' —Ella Sanders, -'
B Seventh Grade, „ f 3037 Hiawatha Avenue. '
Longfellow School. . • - . _;'■■'-'-■-
--' .";. A Handy Sand Heap.
.It was on Thanksgiving Day. . My sister and I were on our
" way to grandma's. We went alone, because we were anxious to
see the turkey, and papa and mama were to come after awhile.
Within a block from grandma's there is a very large lot where
yellow flowers —yellow bells the children call them. While .
looking for these I thought I saw fire. I was not sure, but told
my sister that I wanted to go farther in search of more flowers.
When we reached the spot, sure enough, there were flames. It
was only a small spot. But fire will spread. I tried to think.
What should I do? Nearby was a large pile of sand, which people
had shoveled out in order to build a sewer. I st-t to work smoth
eriDg the flames with the sand, and was going after some more
when it grew worse. My sister then began to help me and we
had nearly put it out when a little boy came along. We told him
of our discovery and he helped us. When through our faces and
hands were dirty, but we did not care; we had put out a fire.
B Seventh Grade, —Anna Kramer,
Monroe School. 2219 Seventh Street S.
After the Gooseberries.
About three or four years ago, one warm summer day, a
friend of mine and I went out into the woods to pick some goose
berries. When we reached the place I went farther into the
woods than my friend and soon discovered a small tree unlike any
I had ever seen. It was covered with small, yellowish berries,
which smelled like lemons. I called for my friend and asked
her what she thought it was. We were both young and did not
know much and thinking it must be a lemon tree with small
lemons growing on it we picked off some branches to carry home.
We kept smelling of those berries until we met a woman whom
we knew very well,- and she told us that they were poison. On
hearing that we threw them away, but in a few days our faces
became swollen and we found we had been poisoned. It was a
week before we became well. —Olga Olson,
B Seventh Grade, • 5212 Lyndale Avenue N.
Hamilton School.
Stones—Precious and Otherwise.
One day I went out to a large sandbank- with some of my
girl friends te» look for some pretty stones which we knew were
there in abundance.. I found several nice large ones and
so did the rest. I happened to go a little way from the girls to
see i*l could not find some more stones. I was looking closely at
the ground when I happened to see something shining among the
stones. I looked closer and then I picked it up and found it was
a gold ring set with three beautiful opals. I showed it to my
friends and they all wished they had made as good use of their
eyes as I had. I advertised for the owner, but no one ever an
swered, so I felt that it was mine. I have it still.
A Seventh Grade,
Whittier School. /
The Red and BlueU Ant* at War.
One day when I was living in Nebraska I was out in our
backyard and had been looking at an ant hill for about fifteen
minutes, when I noticed some black ants among the red. Black
ants kept coming and stayed on the red ants' hill. I looked to see
where they were coming from and found out that they came in
a long line, about four in each row. When I looked at the hill
again they were all running around in a confused fashion. I
looked closely and saw that some were on the ground under the
others; I examined these and found them to be dead. I told my
aunt and she said they w?re fighting. I watched them till they
stopped, and the black ants went away. I could not see where
they went, because they were hidden by the grass.
A Sixth Grade, —Harold Downing,
Emerson School. Waverly Hotel.
Already EngravrtK
My brother and I thought we would like to go to the woods
and pick hazel nuts one day two years ago, and as our mother
gave her consent we started out. It was quite early in the morn
ing when we started but the woods were a long way off, and it
took an hour to get there. W> began picking nuts at once, and
as 'I was going through the bushes something bright on the
ground caught my eye. What do you suppose it was? A beauti
ful little silver cup, tipped with gold on the top. I stooped down
and picked it up and to my surprise my first name was engraved
upon it. We took it home and showed our mother and she said
that the cup was worth about $15.
A Seventh Grade,
Sheridan School.
Yes, Gopher* Have Teeth.
One day when I was in South Dakota a girl who lived in the
neighborhood came over to oar house and wanted me to go after
flowers with'her. We had not gone very far before we saw a
gopher and ran after it as fast as we could. We took a strong
cord and made a noose which we put around the hole into which
the gopher ran. We waited there a long time, but at last he came
out and I pulled the string. I was young then and had never
been so close to a gopher before. I thought a little thing like
that had no teell, but I soon changed my mind. When I pulled
the string it brought the gopher close to me, and then I grabbed
it with my haul. I no sooner did so than I discovered some
little white teeth and a moment later I felt them as he put them
through my finger .nail. For the first time in my life I knew, by
hard experience, that a gopher has teeth. I never want to make
ai'.other such discovery.
A Sixth Grade, —Geneviove Champfin,
3043 Hiawatha Avenue.
They Jtre Very Common in that Queer Land—Milk
Names, School Mantes and Life Names.
THE Chinaman has almost any number of names. As a baby
he receives his "milk name"; when he enters school, his
"school name"; when he enters life, a title or '"life name."
An old friend of the writer had in the Peking university a son
whom he bad not seen since the lad left home to enter upon his
studies. I had never known this student by anything but his
school name, which was Wei
Fan. I was telling the father
what a quiet, gentle, attrac
tive boy Wei Fan was. and
he, poor man, hadn't the
least idea of whom I was
speaking until I told him I
was talking about his fourth
son. when the face of the old
man lighted up, and he said:
"Oh, you mean 'Get a"
Those who have been fol
lowing the conduct of affairs
in China and reading the
papers without, any thought
of the geographical names,
except their difficulty of pronunciation, would have found
pleasure and instruction in knowing the meaning of these almost
unpronouncable, but often poetic, characters. For instance, when
we read about Shanhaikuan, we would be much more apprecia
tive if we understood that shan means mountain, hai means sea
and kuan the official residence which controls, the whole meaning
"The city which guards the narrow gap between the mountains
and the sea." Tientsin is the Heavenly Place; Peking, the North
Capital; Peiho, the North river; Hunho, the Murry river: Van
tsun, the Village of the Yang family; Ho Hsl Wu, the Place on
the West of the River. Chines names also preserve much of the
history of the past, md explain the reasons for their existence.
The grand canal is called by the Chinese Yun Liang Ho, the
River for Transporting Grain. The name of Chee Foo is Yen Tai,
and means Rocky Terrace.
The names which th.c Chinese give to all kinds of foreign in
ventions, machinery and importations are not without interest.
The car is called a "fine wheel cart," the engine a '"fire cart
head" and the railroad an "iron road." The steamer is called
a "fire wheel boat'" and the man-of-war only a "soldier boat."
The bicycle is called a "self-moving cart" or a "cart that one
can himself move." The phonograph is called a "talk bos"; the
telegraph an "electric wire," the telegram an "electric letter"
and the telephone a "talk wire." "Coal gas lamps" and "electric
gas lamps" are sufficiently clear not to need explanation. A
fountain pen is a "water pen," a desk is a "book table" and a
wash stand is a "wash face table."
That rule which cautions us against talking about feet in
the presence of a club-footed man does not apply in China. Every
peculiarity, particularly if it be physical and obvious, is eagerly
and promptly seized upon as a basis for the almost universal
habit of nicknaming.
The founder of the Taoist sect goes by the name of "Old
Boy," Lao Tzu. This is not applied to him in any sportive sen^e,
but because it is said he looked old when he was born. If great
officials and founders of religious systems are not free from
being nicknamed, it cannot be expected that the people will spare
the common herd or the foreign devil.
The members of our mission, in traveling- through the coun
try and talking with the people, were commonly addressed,
though not in a spirit of rudeness, as Mr. "Foreign Devil," Kuei
tzu Lao Yen. And the doctor, when he visits a patient, is fre
quently announced in a manner which is hardly calculated to
prove clieering to the sick one, "The devil doctor has come."
An individual is nicknamed usually from some physical de
formity or shortcoming or mental or moral characteristic. A man
whose face is pitted deeply with smallpox gwes by the name of
pock-marked Ma, Ma Tzu. The ordinary Chinese method of ad
dressing a child is to call him "Baldy," either because of his
shaved head or his scant hair. A little girt is called "slave,"
Ya T'cu.
—Florence Blom,
2729 First Avenue S.
A cross-eyed man, if his name is Wang, Ts always "cross
eyed Wang," Hsieh Yon. If he is the unfortunate possessor of
an unthatched roof, he goes by the name of "Baldy Hsia Yen. If
it is his hearing, he is "Deafy" Lung Tsu. If he is lame, he loses
all ether personality and answers perforce to "Lainey" Ch'
Ueh Tzu.
The women of Louisiana have selected the magnolia as the
Btate flower because of its beauty as well as the fact that is be
longs peculiarly to that state, growing in her forests to great
height. Tha charm of the flower is well known, but enly those
'who have seen it in its native state can realizb the splendor of the.
tree, with its large, satin leaves and graceful* form. The mag
nolia begins to fipwer in the early spring, and continues to bloom
luxuriantly until the end of summer. The old French mansions
frequently have long avenues of magnolias leading to them, but
later residents object to them as lawn trees on account of their
copious shedding of leaves all through the year.
Falcon island, in the Pacific ocean, which originally emerged
from the sea after the eruption of a submarine volcano near
Truga, and remained above the surface for precisely thirteen
years before vanishing two years ago, is reported by the British
cruiser Porpoise to be reappearing and to be a serious menace to
navigation. It was nine feet out of the water at the end of May
and may be a mountain now for all anybody knows.
—Willie Nelson,
738 Tyler Street NH.
At Moscow there is a clock, made for the empress of Russia
In 1724, upon the reverse of which is a representation of the holy
sepulchre. At a certain hour of the day an angel appears, rolls
away the stone, an image of the Savior steps out and a music
box plays the Easter hymns of the Russian church.
Longfellow School.
That was the boy's milk
name. The school name
hadn't been given until the
boy left home, and so the
father did not recognize it as
applied to his son. Another
man whom I know called his
first boy Got a Mountain, his
second Got a Garden and hia
third Got a Man.

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