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(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. __,, J ^a^^Sf^ki*4! 1 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.