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ROMANCE IN DISGUISE.
Could Cinderella have stepped from the fairybook.
where for years she has entranced eMldiah readers she
certainly lived next door to me. There was the cruel
^step-mother and the two half-sisters. Instead of Bitting
in the cinders, day after day Cinderella trudged pa
tiently to and fro from a large store where she sold
gloves to fussy customers. After the gong rang for dis?
missal she hurried home only to spend her\ evening in
the kitchen doing the work which her sisters had been
too lazy to do. Day after day she worked on, saying
nothing, but keeping up an active thinking, and one day
the worm turned. For several months she had been cor
responding with an uncle, an official on the railroad, and
one day there arrived a pass. It carried her on a visit
from which she never returned. "We no longer saw a
little figure in brown pass and repass our home and we
had become used to the absence of the same little figure
in church when a letter came and it- contained great
news. V., like Cinderella, had found her prince.
Ninth Grade, Fannie Kilbourne,
Central High School. 1106 Chestnut Avenue.
A VERY JUST RESENTMENT.
"Come on over and play on my sandpile," exclaimed
a small boy to a smaller girl. It was only a few moments
later when the two went hand in hand with shovels and
pails to the sandpile where they were soon making caves
and building castles. Presently the little girl exclaimed,
"Oh, lookl I'm making a wall around my castle so no one
can get except the king, queen and soldiers, and she
placed little stones in the castle to represent these. "If
you are going to keep that wall up I'll send you right
straight home," he exclaimed in loud tones. At this his
little playmate began to weep bitterly and thinking that
he had the advantage he reached for his shovel and with
one blow the wall and" castle had disappeared. She looked
at him for a moment, her brown eyes flasning angrily and
having regained her courage, raised her hand and dealt
him a hard blow then swinging her pail and shovel,
quietly left the yard. The worm had turned.
A Ninth Grade, Grace Linehan,
Central High School 2426 Fifth Avenue S.
AN UNWELCOME VICTIM COMES DOWN.
The new schoolmaster looked at us suspiciously on the
first morning of the term." He was young and slight of
stature. Some of the boys were even larger than he and
here it was that these boys ouncLan ob3ect of amusement
for a while. After putting glue on his desk one morning,
his ferrule immediately acquired a strange fascination
for it and when Mr. B proceeded to remove it, it broke.
He said nothing, but resolved to be even*- The boys
planned and executed many other harmless but embarrass-^
ing pranks. After Mr. E. had gone one afternoonr the
boys sawed a hole about a foot and a half square and
placed the boards in again. About three feet under this
they built an improvised platform. One boy, Fred, was
to leave the room next day, go downstairs and at a signal
from above, pull the rope connections and Mr. B. wpuld
descend, without injury. So the next day Fred left the
room. At the same moment the school district inspector
entered the door. He walked across the floor, tapping
gently with his cane. Fred, understanding thia. to be a
signal, pulled the rope and school inspector, cane and all
descended. Before Fred reached the door the man caught
him and as quickly ascended again, holding him by the
collar.
Mr. B. Jtad the pleasure (T) of whipping him with a
freshly eut birch switch (the inspector held^him), and
never again did the boys attempt to humiliate their
teacher. Inez McNaughton,
Ninth Grade, 2522 Seventeenth Avenue S.
South High School.
It
THE ADVANTAGE OF LONG ARMS.
About three years ago I had a garden which I planted
myself.- Wishing to have- as nice plants as possible, I
took all pains in caring for them and my sister volun
teered to help me watch it. Next door there Jived two
sisters about the same age as my sister and myself, who
were a great nuisance to us concerning that same garden.
Out of pure mischief, they would come over to the side of
the house on which our garden was and pick.flowefs, es
pecially when my sister or I were within sight. Having
stood their teasing until I grew desperate at seeing my
pretty flowers ruined, I took matters into my own hands
and one-jday considerably surprised the eldeij of the two
by marching upon her unexpectedly. She was standing
in the garden preparing to pull some flowers when I
espied her. Not giving her time to th^nk, Lgrabbed her
by the hair and -jerked her out. Then came the battle of
our lives, the worm had finally turned. I had the ad
vantage of my opponent, in that I bad longer arms and
could hold her at full length and pull her hair to perfec
tion. Reinforcements appeared upon the scene in the
shape of our sisters. As they were able to engage the at
tention of each other, we were still able to adjust our own
differences. Victory came to the right in the form of her
mother with a whip in^her hand." But hearing cries from
her house shortly afterward was poor satisfaction in
spite of my previous victory. Today we are the best of
friends and often talk of old times in that garden on the
opposite side of the house. Clara C. Peterson,
Ninth Grade, 216 West Twenty-ninth S
Whittier School.
A MOST TORMENTING YOUNGSTER.
Alice sat peacefully in her yard, sewing doll clothes.
Her brother Clarence had nothing to do but mischief and
he did not miss an opportunity. First he had taken her.
largest doll and set her up in a tree and Alice just caught
her as she was falling. Then he had thrown her thimble
into the grass. While she was looking for this he had
taken her spool of thread and was throwing it around
for the dog to catch.
"Can't you leave me alone?" she said.,
"Why, of course not,
sufned her work again. He crept softly behind her and
grabbed the doll dress she was sewing. This was toe
much.
"Give me that dress right now," she-^said. He sim
ply went on swinging it in the air.
"Give me my dress!" He still did not turn around.
_ "I'll make you give it to me, just see if I don't!"
"and she started after him. When he heard her he threw
the -dress behind him and began to run, too. She did not
Stop to pick it up. ^q^^y
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THE JOUENAL JUNIOR, MINNEAPOLIS, MINNESOTA, SATURDAY, JULY 8, 1905
big tub of water was standing around the corner of the
house! There was Clarence, struggling with all his
might to get out of it. Alice did not laugh-at all
Youwill be good, will you," she called after him as
he went with drooping head into the house. He was not
seen outdoors the rest of that-day, nor did he come to the
supper table. The next day he left hia sister alone and
he found it the best poliey after all.
Eleventh Grade, Mabel E. Peterson,
South High School. 2724 Sixteenth Avenue S.
HE GIVES EVEN RETURNS.
For three long, weary years Jack had stood it, a
patient, willing, hard-working horse. To be wakened at
four in the morning, hitched to the plow and tramp back
and forth over the fields till noon, when, hot and weary,
he would be given a pail of lake-warm water and a
scanty dish of corn. Then to work till six at night and
be turned into a field to eat grass for supper wa3 a com
mon thing in his life. Jack was a horse that had once
been a beauty. His bright bay cdSt had once shone with
the shiniest. But now all this was over. -The fanner who
owned him cared nought ^for- looks. I don't care fur
style long's Jack can work 111 keep him when he can't^
I'll sell him," was a frequent speech of his. So poor
Jack had worked patiently and willingly, but a morning
came when, he felt differently.
"Git up thar, ye lazy good-fur-nothing." It was the
voice of the farmer, but Jack never moved. "Git up, I
say." This time the farmer emphasized it by a kick.
There was a surprise in store for him. Jack got up^ and
A COAST SCENE IN JUNGLE VILLE.
The Early Morning Dip.
Chums.
returned the kick with interest. The farmer rolled down,
the hill as easily and gracefully as ever any balL He was
angry. He tramped up the hill and bestowed a lusty kick
on Jack. Again Jack returned the compliment with double
interest and as the farmer lay at the foot of the hill a
second time he wondered at the "nerve o' some hosses."
*B Ninth Grade, Hazelle G. Roberts,
Bryant School. 2911 Columbus Avenue.
A TERRIFYING TAIL.
Uncle Frank has a windmill on his farm. The tank
containing the drinking water is on a platform enclosed
by a fence and leading from that tank is a pipe which
empties into a trough where the cattle drink. When I
would stand inside the fence and drink, a calf that roamed
about the yard and was called the yearling used to come
and blink thru the fence rails at me. When unprotected
I was*"afraid of him, but feeling secure within the fence
began throwing water at him and laughed when he dodged
and ran. It was fun for me to repeat this many times a
day unknowing that I was laying up trouble for myself.
One day I had taken only a few steps from the pump
when I heard a vicious -*-'baa" behind me. One glance
showed that Mr. Calf had turned on me. His eyes glared,
he was pawing the ground with one foot and his tail was
the queerest I ever saw. Standing straight up in the air
it looked like a stick with a brush on the end of it. The
yearling must have been satisfied with the way I screamed
and ran, for I could hear him in close pursuit and if some
grownups had not stopped him I cannot tell what would
have happened. Grace Robertson,
A Sixth Grade, 2630 Blaisdell Avenue.
Whittier School.
HE DED NOT SEEM TO MISS THE PD3.
My uncle is given to teasing. It pleases him much
when I begin, as he says, to sputter with rage. Invariably
he begins his twitting and raillery as soon as he comes
home for lunch. One day I sat sewing when uncle came
home and I knew what was in store for me. Suddenly a
thought struek me and I declared to myself that come
what might no word would escape my lips and with meek
ness and forbearance I would endure his teasing. I was
as good as my word.v
but did he stop his teasing?
_A Tenth Grade,
Central High School.
When uncle began to tickle me, push
my arm and annoy me in every other way he cou|d think
of, I was as still as a mute. He was apparently surprised
but continued his attempts to vex and irritate me. But
after he had succeeded in hiding my thimble and scis
sors and winding the thread around, me, the worm turned.
I could stand Hi no longer. Disentangling myself I went
"into the pantry where there was some mince pie. Now,
unele rejoices^in mince pie. I, on the other hand, dislike
Mt, much, but what will one not do for revenge^? I ate his
jpie! Gulping down the pieces quickly so as to forget the
in a teasing manner. She rt-~ g^^eded in "paying him back" for the moment,
Wio kne% that seat in front andfeUjaleep. We woke tar at Eighteenth
bns?
Alas, not
Leona Schaffer^
736 E Eighteenth St.
g' PAYMENT IN LIKE COIN.
"Oh, girls. We have the best joke on Tillie. We were
coming home from-the lake one evening shortly after
en, and she pretended to Jae so bored by the proceedings
-$* and so tired that she laid her head across her, anna on the
street, but she did not stir and I suppose she went t
sleep again. At Nineteenth F, and I walked to the end
of the car and stepped off. She awakened suddenly and
just reached the center of the aisle as the bell rang for
the car to go ahead." That was the first version of the
tale, but not exactly the truth. Like all fish stories it
grew in every way and some new version of it was all I
heard, morning, noon and night. There is a point where
one gets "too much of a good thing," and despite my
warning that the worm-will turn, sister persisted in tell
ing how, when, where and why I was carried a block be
yond my destination. I was provoked and waited my
chance to be-even. We were walking clamly along, I
little dreaming of my approaching opportunity. It came
in the form of a handsome young man.
"Why, how do you do, Mr. B? etc. This is my sis-
ter."
"Mr. B., I'm pleased to meet you. Macy has told
me a great deal about you," I said with a smile. But
Macy did not like my remark.
"It wasn't true, and it wasn't proper." "But," I
said virtuously, "the crushed worm is bound to turn."
Twelfth Grade, Tilhe Will,
South High School. 1909 Clinton Avenue.
Different Points of View.
The toad has been misunderstood in the past," said
a Boston entomologist recently, "as much misunderstood
as a friend of mine who was taking a walking tour."
One night he put up at a small country hotel. The
next morning, at breakfast, the landlord said to him:
"Did you enjoy
the cornet playing in
the room next to you
last night 1" N
"Enjoy it!" my
friend sneered. I
should think not.
Why, I spent half
the night pounding
on the wall to make
the man stop.'
"It must have
been a misunder-
standing," said the
landlord, sorrowfully.
"The cornet player
told me that the per
son in the next room
applauded him so
neartily that he went
over every piece he
knew three times."
Careful of a Fly.
An amusing story
is told of Dr. Gruby
of Paris, the physi
cian who is well
known for his efforts
to protect animals
from cruelty. The
story would lead one
to infer that the good doctor, like "Uncle Toby" in
Sterne's "Tristram Shandy," includes insects within
the horizon of mercy.
One day Dr. Gruby was much annoyed by the buzz
ing of a bluebottle fly against his windows. The doctor
summoned his attendant, whom he directed to open the
window and carefully put the fly outside.
The servant, who knew his master's kindness, called
attention to the fact that at that moment it was raining
heavily.
"True," responded the doctor. Then, after a mo
ment's perplexed reflection, he exclaimed triumphantly:
"At least, you may put him in the waiting room}
There he may stay till the weather is fair."
What do you mean ijy dropping crackers out of the
window on passersby?"
"Why, didn't you tell me not to fire them off in the
house?"
TeacherCan any little girl tefl me who was Colunv
Sadie (frantically snapping her fingers)-
TeacherWell, Sadie?
SadieColumbus the gem of the ocean.
W^r
-I know.
A BLACK AND WHITE PORTRAIT.
Life. Copyright, 1905.
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