The Minneapolis journal. [volume], April 01, 1905, The Journal Junior, Image 29

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REALM OF BOXES
Minneapolis Juniors Ramble in a Newly Discov
ered Territory and Thereby Have Many In
teresting1
Adventures,
TOPIC-"A BOX.'
OXES, boxes, boxes! And then more boxes!
And such good, gingery stories on all sorts
of boxes the editor was in the worst of boxes
most of the time, not knowing what to do
next or where to turn for more spaee to pub
lish even a small number of the stories. The
general note, if there could be said to be
one in stories so varied, was of surprise:
unexpected Christmas boxes overflowing
with gifts from loving friends who wished
to be remembered at the Christmastide
birthday boxes, none the less delightful be
cause nearly always the own particular
property of the receiver, tho sometimes some
ene else had a share also curious, old-fashioned, myste
rious boxes residing in the attic, into which youngsters
were never allowed to peep and therefore naturally al
most burst with curiosity April
Pools' Day boxes,those de
lightful packages which look so
alluring outside but which are as
disappointing inside as "apples
f the sea." And even with all
these there were more boxes: for
puppies, kittens, birds, rabbits,
and a horned toad for rainy
days, containing books and play
things empty boxes for almost
anything Junior ingenuity can
suggest for wood, linen, dresses,
and all the things useful to
mother. Then, too,, there were
box coats, boxes at the theater,
dilemmas, box borders, chatter
boxes, box stalls for horses, and
lastly boxes Juniors are not very
familiar with (or are they?),
boxes which mother administers
by way of reproof.
SOMEBODY'S BABY
But It Did Not Have Blue Eyes
and Curls.
(Prize.)
XJ0 cold it is!" exelaimed
A A grandmother one morn
ing when we were at breakfast.
"Will you go and see if the front
door is open, May?" I jumped
and ran with alacrity to see,
for I was rather ehilly myself.
The bright, cold, white morning
looked very tempting as I stood
there, watching Phoebus rise
from white and silvery clouds,
gorgeous with their crimson lin
ings. I ran into the hall for a
shawl and went out, determined
to watch the sun for a short
time.
I walked to the edge of the
porch and fell to wondering how
it would seem to be on the other
side of the clouds and watch the
sun. Very abruptly and uncere
moniously I was awakened from
my reverie by a low and yet dis
tinct cry as of an infant or cat.
I could not tell which, but I
thought it mustw be a child.
Stories of children starving and
freezing rushed to my mind. I
turned hastily and saw a box about one foot and a half
square sitting on our doorstep. How had it been placed
theref I could not find any answer to my question, and
so very gingerly I took up the box, baby (for I was sure
was one) and all into the house. I startled my grand
mother very much by dropping the box into her lap and
exclaiming, "Oh, grandma, they have left a baby on our
step at last. I knew it has beautiful brown curls and
bright blue eyes andand"
I stopped very short, for grandma was lifting the
baby out. All my joy vanished, for grandma held to my
astonished view a great, ugly mudtuTtle. One glance at
my mischievous cousin assured me of where the box and
Its contents eame from. Mabel Niles,
A Eighth Grade, 2005 E Ninth Street.
Adams School.
t
BBOTHEB FILLED THE WOODBOX.
A Courageous but Unsuccessful Attempt to Escape Wash
ing the Dishes.
(Fifth and Sixth Grade Prize.)
"T)ISHES dishes, dishes, always dishes te wash,**
A-' said I one rainy Saturday morniHg* **I eaa*$
wash them because the water isn't warm, and the fire a
nearly out andand the woodbox is empty. The wood*
box is empty/' I cried, running to tell my brother wis*
was in the yard.
"You wash the dishes and 111 get the wood,** said
I, thinking wood was much easier to get final to wads
ashes.
"All right," said he, thinking dishes vera easier to
wash than getting wood.
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The JourneJ Jvirvior
BUFFXiEKEIT TO TH1 MIIIBAPOItll lOV&IAb
MINNEAPOLIS, MINNESOTA, SATURDAY, APRIL x, 1905*
80 I ran to the woodshed, glad I did not bar* dishes
to wash. I took up the ax and a piece of wood and split
it in two pieces, one of which flew into the next yard,
"Isn't this easyt" I said, then took up another piece
and split it in two again. One piece flew into the air
and eame down and hit me on the head.
"Have you split the wood yett" called my brother,
coming into the woodshed.
I cant ehop this wood! You chop it and 111 wash
the dishes," said I, going into the house. Then he filled
the WOOdbox. Ella McCarthy,
Sixth Grade, 2918 Twenty fifth at. S.
Seward School.
IN QUEST OF THE FXOO&.
(High School Credit.)
HE color of the boxredshould have warned me of
danger, but I was blind to everything except the
fact that the box was there and contained a mysterious
something. Moreover I had been told that I must keep
my hands off, which made me wish still more to put them
on. Mother was gone and I was alone in the shed. Should
I tryt No matter what I had been told I should not
hurt anything. Maybewhy, maybe it was a surprise for
me. Maybe there was one of those dear little kittens in
itbut a glance at the box assured me that that was im
probable.
Time was flying. Mother would be home soon. So
I dragged a chair beneath the shelf. It was too short by
(Continued on Sixth Page.)
COMPARISON OF BOY, NO, H.
Running for First Base and Sunning for a Yeast Cake.
THE WEEK'S ROLL OF HONOR
MrsrarcAPOus PRIZE WINKERS.
Niles, A Bight* Grade, Adams School,
Mabel NDes A Eight Grade Adam School 2008 Bast
Ninth Street.
Etta McCarthy, Sixth Grade, Seward School. 291S Twenty
fifth Street S.
HONORABLE MBIITIOW.
Bessie Tansey, Seventh Grade, Washington School, lx
Sixth Street 3.
HaaeUe G. Roberta, A Eighth Grade. Bryant School, 2BO.
Columbns Avenne.
Helen Tautges, Seventh Grade, Whittler School, 2831 Grand
Avenue.
Linda McLain, A Sixth Grade, Douglas School, 1710 Dopes*
Avenue 3.
MUton Baberge, A Sixth Grade, Horace Kama School, S2M
Chicago Avenne.
Clifton Woodward, A Wfrh Grade, Okihota School, 20
Holmes Avenue S.
NORTHWEST PRIZE WlMJIKtta.
George L. Yonng, Seventh Grade, Perham, Mlnm.
Harriet Putnam, Sixth Grade, Rnsbford, Ulna.
HONORABLE MENTION.
Pauline Bivins, Seventh Grade, Houston Avenne. Crookstoa.
Minn.
Ralph Underwood, Seventh Grade, Lhtcofca School, A*-
Minn.
Esther Schneider, Seventh Grade, Salem, 8. D.
Artfcar McElxox. Sixth Grade,
Washingto.n Grac Coffey Jtrt a Grade Edtabnrg E Bw
HIGH SCHOOL CREDXX.
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School, S Ootid,
Lenora Brooke, A Eleventh Grade, Nora High School, MS
Sixth Avenne V.
Ruth Moore, Tenth Grade, Wabasha, Mten.
Agnes Ritchie, Ninth Grade, Gannon Fafla, Mtaa.
Edith Undberg, Nipt* Grade, Ookate, Mine.
Battle Cebarti. Tenth Grade, LarJmore. X. Bw
O Bkd, Sent* Gmse, Hawley, Minn.
APT NICKNAMES
Amusing and Suitable Titles Stick to NorthwesV
era Juniors Closer Than a Brother for Vari
ous Reasons,
TOPIC"NICKNAMESTHE FUNKIEST OB
BEST. WHYT"
iICKNAMES are quite a study in themselves
if one only considers them with a view te
learning something about human nature.
For instance, some of them originated in
little personal traits or habits that ought to
have been overcome, but thru negligence or
thoughtlessness kept growing and becoming
more unpleasant every day. In such cases
often as not, the nicknames were chosen by
elders in order to teaeh the needed lesson
or sometimes they just happened from the
lips of resentful playmates, but the lesson
was not the less thoro. It is true, too, that
people were not always kind in applying
nicknames, especially when those titles referred to Borne
little defect or personal characteristic, and therefore
someone's sensitive feelings were
hurt. This did not happen very
often, and so Juniors in general
think that "nicknames are all
right so long as they do not hurt
one's feelings." Still, such
names as Chatterbox, Half-fin
ished Susie, Sour-as-Lemons,
Magpie, Cyclone, Talker, etc.,
could not hurt anyone very much
and yet some of them worked
wonders in the way of reform.
Many names were given because
of some marked trait of disposi
tion, such as Happy, May-bird,
Singer, Butterfly, Whistler, Book
worm, and Dumps, all of which
speak for themselves. It was
noted that a person of sunny
disposition was often called Hap
py, but he was just as apt to be
called Grinny. Among the oddi
ties were: Courage, Brother
Screech Owl Brittle Guggly
Short-Bj Chid Goliath Pie
Bu-Prog and therefore Toadie
and Spooks. Here is a seeret
about nicknames: It is great
fun to nickname the other person,
but not quite so funny when he
returns the compliment.
WOODSHED COMEDY
How the "Doctor" Carefully
Treated a Snub Nose.
(Prize.)
ONE
day as my brother and I
were playing in the yard,
our attention was drawn to roiees
seeming to eome from the wood
shed. We erept to the door and
then silentlyeelimbed into a large
dry goods box which was stand
ing in the corner nearest the
door. The first thing we heard
was: I think you wSl pull thru
all right, only your nose will
always remain short and stub-
by." I peeped thru a knothole
in the box and there saw my
younger cousin lying on his baek
with a kind of mixture, which
closely resembled sawdust and
water, spread upon his nose.
Over him was bending ngr elder
cousin with the distinguished
look of a doctor. He held in one hand an elo. watch whicn
was a broken affair and had refused to run for yeart,
while with the other he held my younger cousin's wrist
anl doubtless was feeling his pulse. "Your temperature
is fifty-six and one-half,'^ Baid the doctor at last, "and
I am afraid you will hare to stay in bed for two years
at least." The patient did not seem te like the idea of
lying in bed for so long a time, for he arose and walked
away, the strange mixture dripping from his nose. I had
a hard time to keep from laughing during the strange per
forraanee, and when the patient walked away, the sawdust
and water dripping from his shirtfront, I bust out laugh
ing. The doctor, seeing me, ran into the house, and ever
since he has borne the nickname of Poc, while my younget
eousin, the patient, was christened Stub.
Seventh Grade. George I*. Young,
*t Perham, Mina.
A VEST TEBBXB&B BATTLES
Silence More Painful to a Chatterbox Than Polling Any
Number of Teeth.
(Fifth and Sixth Grade Prize.)
HAVE several nicknames, but the one I dislike most
is Battle. I always feel as tho I am being teased if
I am called Battle. This is the way I happened to have*
it: Once long ago mother had company te tea and she
told me if I talked too much I must go upstairs, and as
I Eked to be around when there was company, I said I
would try to be quiet. Now you must know I am quite a
talker and it was more painful than pulling teeth to keep
quiet. I kept quiet about half an hour and them mama,
excused herself to see that the girls were getting est sal