The Minneapolis journal. [volume], April 29, 1905, The Journal Junior, Page 8, Image 44

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kHE snow white went along hippity-hop-
hippity-hop and Willabelle kept her^ ^shu
tight. Her felt as if it were just behind her Q|^ and
she knew if she opened her ^she should scream, and if
she screamed she should open her-^-, and her would
fall out. Suddenly the snow white \7\ stopped as if he
had run against a stone^^g. His^/^ let go their hold
and Willabelle felt herself fallingfalling -and she opened
her^ &, oh! so quick.
HIS is Toyless Land," said the snow whitev*x.
"Once there was a littte *3&who said she was
tired of her^j\and toys, and wished she could be a grown-
up 9j|. So many: other littleJ^ ffli had said the same)
thing,, and so many little||Mhad wished they could be
that at last the Toyland people.became angry and
said they would not play. I have been busy for two
gathering up thoseJnM^
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MAY DAY.
The bluebird sings upon the hill,
The wild flowers are awake,
The blossoms smile on bush and tree
For little hands to take.
"Within the cedars by the road
The robin builds her nest
Four dainty eggs of spotted blue
She broods beneath her breast.
The buttercups within the grass
Are yellower than gold,
And glittering drops of diamond dew
Their tiny goblets hold.
The sky is blue, the air is sweet
Come, boys and girls, and bring
The blossoms home with happy feet,
Singing a song of spring.
Barbara Griffiths in The Sunbeam.
A RECIPE FOR TUN.
Take two little girls and a long, long pipe,
And four rosy cheeks puffed out round,
With two pairs of hands and a bowl of soapsuds,
And four slippers which just touch the ground.
Now clip the long pipe in the deep, foaming bowl,
And blow till the cheeks seem to split
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Toyless Land. Goodby. Amuse yourself. I must go back
for another ungrateful little -*3r
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Then watch the frail bubble grow big and grow big
Oh,, there's no fun that quite equals itl
TfcsnJook as the bubble hangs trembling in air,
And shines like a many-hued sun
But never get cross while awaiting the turn
Ti blowfor that spoils the fun!
Selected.
SPRING FLOWERS.
fThe cherry's a-bloom in the orchard,
The lilac's a-bloom On the wall
Cut the pinks are a-bloom in your own pretty cheeks
And they're the best blossoms of all!
,_. ^Good Housekeeping
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THE JOURNAL JUNIOR, MINNEAPOLIS, MINNESOTA, SATURDAY, APRIL 29, 19051
A PAGE FOR THE LITTLEST JUNIORS
WHEN THE TOYS REFUSED TO PLAY.
CHAPTER VHI-WHERE WILLABELLE WENT.
bringing thedays, to
THE GAME OF HIDE A$D SEEK
Twenty-nine, thirty
A bushel of wheat
And a bushel of rye,
All -who are not ready
Hollo "I!"
"1,1.1!"
"Oh, dear me! and Nellie's head went down on the
hitching post again. I '11 not count but ten more, and
then I'll come. Now, I'm coming."
"I, LI!"
"That's not fair. I said I was coming, and I'll not
count another one!"
I, I. I!"
"Whywhythat's funny! They're all hidden!"
and Nellie began to peep cautiously round. Not a child,
was in si{iht, so she edged off a' little from the goal and
looked behind the big lilac bush by the gate. No one was
there. Then when she had looked all round to see
whether any heads were peering out from corners, she ran
quickly to the end of the house.
"1,1. I!"
"Oh, my!" and back she flew to the hitching post.
No one was there. Just then she caught sight of a fa
miliar blue calico dress. One, two, three for Annie Mad
ison behind the cherry tree!"
"What made you girls so slow?" she asked, when
they were all sitting near the hitching post afterwards,
I wasn't slow. I was hidden long before yon
reached thirty," said Annie. "And we, too!" shrieked
the twins. "And so was I!" panted Louise.
"Well, then, what made you call T!"
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E thought it would be very easy to
amuse herself, because .there were so:many
She down on a|=^Jan
pushed back herJw\so that she could be sure and see
everything. She watched ten minutes and not a J*\ did
anything more than walk around whistling, and with his
in his while the A /A just^sat?around and
looked at each other
goodness me!" said Willabelle at last
"Why don't they do something? Why don't
those j^Mk get up a game of or spin or do
something? Say, little Q\ she cried at last,'*why don't
you play
AUSE there isn't any fih said the
HY don't you roll up a
Willabelle. The j&\ yelled as loud as he
could and turned a^r^ "Say!" he said, "you're right
smart for a Come on, fellows! We can play (Q)
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we can't find anything to make a out of,
and even if we had a there isn't anything for a^^
"And
real hard?" said
"We didn'tnot one of us," they answered.
"Now isn't that funny? Who did?"
"1,1.1!" The five girls looked frightened.
"Who do you suppose it is?" whispered Annie.
"It's that Smith boy next door," said Nellie, "and
I 'm going in to tell him -what I think of him.''
Grandmother Smith was sitting behind the vines on
the porch, and as Nellie came toward the gate she called:
"Come in, Nellie, and see Tom's parrot. He's had a
good time this afternoon listening to you gjirls and calling
'I' himself."
"1,1.11" "Oh, girls, come here and see Tom's parrot! It'i
the one that's been calling all the time."Jewels.
THE SPECKLED CHICKEN.
Ophelia May was a little girl nine years old. Her
father sent her away to a boarding-school in the sunny
Southland -where she lived. At home Ophelia May had a
little speckled chicken that would follow her around
the yard and eat out of her hand. At school she was
lonely and homesick. It seemed to Ophelia May that
she could have been happy if she could have had her pet
chicken with her.
One evening there was an entertainment at the school
and Ophelia. May had a piece to speak. Before the en
tertainment began all the little girls on the program met,
except Ophelia. Where was she? Not in her room, nor
in the dining-room she had not been at supper, the girls
said.
They began to search for her, and at last some one
said: "She was so homesick today, maybe she has^
started to walk home." Suddenly George Washington
Jackson, the colored gardener, came in, saying^ "I' ve
found her here she is."
The girls and the teachers all ran out doors and
there, by the corner of the house, close up to the gray
stones, lay Ophelia May, tear-stained, dirty and sound
asleep, with a speckled chicken clutched in her arms,
and around the chicken's neck was a bright red ribbon.
It was Ophelia's new hair ribbon.
After that Ophelia was always allowed to feed the"
chickens, and when school was over and she returned to
her home the speckled chieken went with her in a bas
ket.Adapted from the Sunbeam.
Didn't Agree.
The irritated father of a truant boy was filling trp
sundry holes in the back garden, where the urchin had
"prospected" for bait a few hours before, when a neigh
bor who happened to be leaning over the fence remarked,
with a praiseworthy effort to say something consoling
"Well, your boy, at any rate, is a faithful disciple
of Izaak Walton."
"Him?" exclaimed the father, stopping to rest a
moment, and leaning dismally on the spade-handle. "He
ain't a disciple of nobdy! All he's good for on earth im
to sit all day and fiflhl'\
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