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THE- TEARY TIMES
(Continued from First Page.)
fifteen minutes," and so with grandma's last warning
still ringing my ears, guard your grammar, I ^en-
tered the parlor with modest air and seating myself
bolt upright in a chair underwent the ordeal of enter
taining my prime relation until the fates should see fit
to relieve me. Somehow or other I had risen high in the
good opinion, of this aunt, tho why I could never tell.
Perhaps because I assumed such an innocent, maidenly
air when in her presence. If I did it was simply because
I was very much afraid of her with her sharp voice and
criticising manner.
Today I longed to be outdoors the bright sun
shine instead of in the stuffy old parlor. I could hear my
cousin Jack's voice as he and his small sister tore up the
road on horseback, and nothing can describe my delight
when grandma entered the room and I was free at last.
I bounded into the yard and soon joined them in their
wild antics of playing circus. Jack taught me how to
stand up on old Nellie's back and ride, and so great was
my joy on being able to do this that when grandma es
corted her visitor to the door I came with a leap and a
bound across the yard (entirely forgetting who I was
addressing) and shouted, "Oh, do come and see the
dandy stunt Jack has taught me!"
Aunt Priscilla cast a surprised glance in the direc
tion from which I was coming which quickly turned to
scorn when she saw who it was, and I knew by the way
that she swept past me out to her carriage how very
much had disappointed* her. Anna Dempsey,
Eighth Grade, 2817 Columbus Avenue.
Clinton School.
"MY BEA2'S" TRICKS.
(Honorable Mention.)
An earnest invitation had been sent to Cyrus from
tee, with the letter which invited Cyrus' father. In it
I had -written, Be sure to come. Don't miss seeing My
Bear. He can do tricks." Now "My Bear" would sug
gest a large circus monster, but he was not. He was only
dog, who had won this name because of his shaggy
appearance. Soon "My" had been put before it as end
less numbers of persons insisted that he was theirs., I
suppose they had done this to tease me, but I did not
know that then, for I was only a little fellow. There
fore to defend my rights I always called him "My Bear."
And so it happened that Cyrus could hardly wait to come,
so eager was he to see my wonderful animal.
Cyrus came at the appointed time, and almost before
he had stepped off the car he suggested that we hurry
up so that My Bear should have time to do his tricks
before dinner. "When we reached home I called JMy Bear.
He came and I wondered why Cyrus looked so disappoint
ed. Just then the other folk came and My Bear gave a
bark which made Cyrus exclaim, "Why, he's a dogl"
"Well, who said he wasn't'" I exclaimed.
You did. You said I should come over and see your
bear."
And then of course I explained to disappointed Cyrus
that "My Bear" was my dog's name. I did not mean to
disappoint my friend so. Arthur Wester,
Eir%Bith
Grade, 2427 Thirteenth Avenue S.
Garfield School.
THE AVENGING ANGEI*
(Honorable Mention.)
I had stayed after school to finish some work, and it
Was now quite late. As I walked slowly down the long
flights of stairs I wished time and again that I was at
home. Well,'' at this I brightened up a bit, I have my
wheel here and I shall be home pretty soon."
Just then I glanced out of the window. What was
that? The second look told me that it was M. trying in
vain to ride my bicycle. I no longer walked slowly, for
I tore down those stairs, three at a time. It happened,
however, that M. saw me as I came flying around the
corner, so she dropped the wheel and fled. "Ill fix
youf" cried I, at the same time trying to thank the little
girl who restored it to me. And I did, tho not a way
which bears repeating. I have thought many times since
how often people are disappointed, altho sometimes the
avenging angel does not suddenly appear on the scene
and relieve the victim of a nice long wheel ride.
Seventh Grade, Marjone McFadon,
Horace Mann School. 3117 Oakland Avenue.
A LONGrNG FOR LAND.
(Honorable Mention.)
Father is very fond of fishing, and so am At one
MINNEAPOLIS TOPICS
For Saturday, May 13:
"A WHISPER OP SUMMER."
AH kinds of early summer stories are available upon this
topic, but Juniors should remember that a whisper weans
a whlsper^and not a remark tn a loud tone of oice. The
stories may be true or imaginary, but in all cases the idea
of a "whisper** should be carried in mind The papers should
be mailed so as to reach the office of The Journal Junior
NOT LATEB THAN SATURDAY EVENING. MAY 6.
They must be strictly original, written in ink on one side
only of the paper, not more than 300 words in length, nor
less than 100, marked with the number of words and each
paper signed with the grade, school, name andTaddress of the
writer. The papers should not be rolled.
For Saturday, May 20:
I
"DOUGH
At first thought a good many Juniors v\-iU think this topic
can deal only with cooking stories of some kind* However,
second thought ought to give other kinds of stories. For In
stance, there Is the saying, "My cake was dough," that cer
tainly could cover something very different from a cooking
story The value of the topic wiU come in keeping as far
iraT from the kitchen meaninff ot the word as possible The
papers must be in the hands of the editor of The Journal Junior
NOT LATER THAN SATURDAY EVENING, MAY IS,
at Ave o'ciocK They must be strictly origiat-, written in ink
on one side only of the paper, not more than 300 words in
ienarth. nor less than 10O marked with the number of -worda
auJ each paper signed wi-h the grade, school, name and ad
dress of the writer. The papers must not be rolled. __,,
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THE J0T3BD.VL JUNIOR, MXNNHAPail^ fiUNNESOTA, SATURDAY, APEJL 29, 1905
time last summer he planned what he calls "ft gooa* day'B
fishing." I coaxed him to take me -with him, but he re
fused on the plea that I should not be able to stay in the
boat as long a time as be wished to and also that rain or
wind might seare me. But I pleaded and promised and I
finally was allowed to go.
For a time the fish bit and we caught a good many.
Then we had a little rain and we became somewhat wet.
Of course I thought of my promise and kept a brave face.
But lo! up came a wind, and the waves began rolling, and
my courage was gone. I screamed and cried and cried
and screamed for land and- father pnlled the boat in as
quickly as he could. That is one time I disappointed
father, but then little girls really can't help if they get
frightened easier than big, big men. Elza Stenback,
Fifth Grade, 2428 Sixteenth Avenue a
Adams School.
NOT EVEN A COOL LOOK
(Honorable Mention.)
"Oh, Bom' Why didn't you let me see it?" wailed
Eva, as the big tears ran down leaving clean pathB thru
the grime on her face. It was on a hot summer day, when
the pitcher of lemonade mama made for us had slipped
from my hands and broke in a dozen or more pieces upon
the graveled walk.
We had been making mnd pies in the shade of some
large trees in the corner of the yard, Eva was cook and
(Copyrighted.)
Can you find the fourth Japanese woman?
I was general "scrub." She had been^pieking stones,
for raisins, from the paths the hot sun, when I thought
how pleasant it would be to surprise her by getting a
-"really" lunch, as we were both warm, tired and hun
gry. So I ran to the house, and asked mama if we might
nave something to eat. She gave us sandwiches, cake
and cookies, which I carried out and hid in a box, and was
just bringing out the precious pitcher of lemonade with
mashed strawberries in it, when it fell and broke. I was
Borry I had not let her look at it, for when we were eat
ing our lunch, she kept looking longingly at the spot where
the strawberries and slices of lemon lay scattered on the
ground, seeming to think it would not have been so bad
if she could have seen it first.
A Fifth Grade, Blanche MacClatchie,
Calhoun School 3000 Emerson Avenue S.
WANTEDA VIOLINIST.
My father and mother thought they saw a great vio
linist in me because from the time that I was old enough
to walk I took two sticks and went thru the motions of
playing a violin. When father first bought me a violin
I was always practicing and father and mother were de
lighted. But they were to meet with a sorry disappoint
ment because I began to get tired of practicing. It was
all they could do to get me to take my lessons, and after
a while father said it was of no use to keep on SO I
dropped it altogether. But now I wish I had kept on.
If I had I should have been able to play pretty well by
this time. Arthur Anderson,
Seventh Grade, 3601 Ninth Avenue S.
Horace Mann School.
It
SHOET BUT NOT SWEET.
Now, be sure to come,'' said V. Yea, 111 be there
at two o'clock sharp," I responded in a shrill voice. So
I continued on my way home planning a fine time with T.
at the matinee the following Wednesday. Finally Tues
day came, and with it the grip for me. But I managed to
take at least half a dozen different'kinds of medicine to
try to get better. But no such good luck. That night I
retired early, hoping to be able to keep my engagement
the following day. When I awoke Wednesday morning,
my throat was terribly sore and suck a headache, oh my!
But I made up my mind to pretend I was perfectly well,
because there was no .way now in which to send V. word.
But at lunch I was unable to swallow anything, and
they knew how unusual it -was for me not to eat my meals.
In five minutes more was upstairs sampling the seventh
kind of medicine. I tried to explain how necessary it
was for me to keep my engagement, as V. had the tickets
and would be terribly disappointed if I did not go. But
finally I had to keep still because it did me no good to
talk. I was in bed and had to remain there until I was
well. I worried all day wondering what V. would think,
but I received a laconic note in the morning which was
very Short, but not sweet. She explained in a few words
how disappointed she was, and also that she waited until,
three o'clock and then it was too late for her to go, so,
she returned, home. After the way I disappointed T. O
took several days before I could square myself.
A Tenth Grade, Faith Dailey,
North High SchooL 1307 Emerson Avenue &
THE COST OF A HOLIDAY.
"Oh, mama!" I cried as I ran breathlessly into the
house one night after school. "Miss M. Said that if thera
is not one tardiness in our room next month we can. have
a half day off and spend it in the woods." "All
right,'1'
mother replied, "but be sure that you are not tho
one who will keep tho room back."
Not a very long while after this mother sent me to
the store one morning before school. On my way back I
stepped into a dry goods store and asked the clerk for an
empty box. When I reached home I saw that it was half
past eight and that I had plenty of time for school, I
began to make a doll bed out of the box. I was in the
midst of my work when mama called and told me to go to
Bchool. "In a minute," I answered. Soon she called me
again and said that the last bell had just rung. She
could hear it distinctly because the school was only two
blocks away. Then I jumped np and ran to school as
quickly as I could. But I was too late, for just as I was
going up the stairs the tardy bell rang. I gave one sob
and ran into tne room. Oh, what reproachful eyes the
teacher and children turned upon mel Some of the chil
dren were very angry. I laid my head on my desk and
cried. At recess teacher came and told me how
I had disappointed the whole room. I told her
I was very sorry. She said that she knew I was
and I should try to do better next time.
A Fifth Grade, Tilhe Freed,
Grant SchooL 1111 Bryant Ave. N.
CHUM, WHO WAS WILFUL.
It was two weeks ago Saturday when this
incident occurred. Eight of us girls, called "the
bunch,'' were planning to go on a picnic to
King's farm. Every mama with the exception of
mine said her little girl could go to the picnic.
As I had a cold and the ground was damp, mama
thought it best for me to stay at home. I
wanted to [Jo very much, but I knew it would do
no good to tease. My chum, who was wilful,
said she would not go unless I did, and she did
not. The rest of the girls were disappointed be
couse we did not go, and we were disappointed,
too. Ernestine Fontaine,
Seventh Grade, 4216 Queen Ave. S.
Harriet School.
A MATTER OF OPINION.
I very rarely disappoint people. This ia
not on account of any remarkably considerate
thoughtfulness on my part, but because others
very wisely refrain from expecting much from
me. However, on one occasion I caused a boy of
seventeen to weep bitter tears of vexation and
shattered expectations. Personally I was not to
blame, for I -was rather too young and too much
given to loud wailings to be held responsible for
the emotions experienced by others upon be
holding me.
Mother had written a number of letters to
her nephew Arthur, describing as mothers will
the beauty, the goodness, the sweetness, in
short, the almost inexpressible perfection of her
little half-year-old daughter, and begging him to
come to see the infant paragon. Arthur left the fas
cinating Indian ponies, bucking bronchos, rattlesnakes
and all the other attractions of a Nebraska ranch to visit
his new cousin. When he came I was seated on the floor
propped up by a pile of cushions. I was long and thin
and white-faced, with stupid blue eyes and an almost
completely bald head whose bareness was scarcely relieved
by the half dozen curling red hairs which strayed over it.
Upon seeing my cousin I opened a toothless mouth and
howled strenuously The youth looked at my mother's
fair, smiling face framed a profusion of Bunny brown
locks, and then at me, and queried, "Aunt Mary, is that
little, scrawny, redheaded kid your baby?". And when
assured that it was, let fall the bitter tears aforemen
tioned. Elta Xienart,
A Eleventh Grade, 1003 Washington Avenue N,
North High School.
A. WEE BIT OP VANITY.
"Be sure to come," were the last words of my cousin
as she closed the door.
"Yes," was my confident reply.
A party was to be held at my cousin's home in honor
of one of our friends. I was to be there at seven o'clock
sharp. The hour came and I was not ready the clock
struck half-past, then eight still not ready. I said to
mama I should not go before she had my new dress
ready. I held my breath just as the clock struck nine.
What would my cousin thinkt And I promised so surely
to come! What should I dot I surely would not go be
fore my dress was ready. As the clock struck half-past
nine I determined not to go at all.
Next day my cousin came over to see what hindrance
I had. When I told her why, she looked more disap
pointed than ever. She said she waited for me until nine
o'clock. She had all the games planned and when I did
not come the whole party was broken up. I have never
disappointed any one so much as I did then.
A Seventh Grade, -Mabel Lund,
Monroe SchooL 2428 Butler Place.
A VERY GREAT AUNT.
"The weather is fine and the trees are bearing
abnndantly. Alice is better, and will be down in August,
read my aunt from a letter she held in her hand one
noon when I came home from school. The letter was
from a great-aunt who lived many, many miles away and
who was always spoken of in great awe when we children
were small. For was she not a great aunt? The first
part of her letter was very commonplace, but the last
well, to me it was anything but common, for she wrote,
"Please let May come here as soon as school is out and
Stay for the summer." It dad not take much to persuade
auntie to let me fp. A telegram of acceptance was for
warded and then began a long siege of waiting. It seemed
to icomey haste to
bte
off that
the,
i^rad?-*
tenth of -aievee
Bu come it did a last a cWe sultry day
end of my long, tiresome journey I alighted at a small
JuneAwouldtht.