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A DAY'S JOTTINGS
(Continued from First Page.)
the wicked for whom double plus is a thing unattainable.
At recess S asked me to go to the concert tomorrow,
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ggy giggl ed softly and altho I -wanted to go very badly
I said I was too busy. Now I'll have to stay in and mend
stockings to verify my statement. It serves me right,
tho next time I shall know enough to do what I want to,
even if Peggy does grin. I told mother about all my day's
lunacy and she sighed and said, "My little girl must learn
to cast aside her motley and don the garb of womanhood.
All life cannot be laid on Folly's shrine." Now, my
dear diary, I call you to witness, I'm going to be good
tomorrow, darn stockings, work out originals, translate
Cesar and never whisper a word."An extract from the
recent posthumously published journal of Miss Jean John
son, most noted woman and divine in the "United States.
Twelfth Grade, Elta Lenart,
South High School. 1909 Clinton Avenue.
A CQVETED FATE.
(Honorable Mention
One day a man came into a well-kept grocery store
where I had been placed in the window with other fruit.
He seemed in a hurry and said he wished to purchase
some oranges for his daughter's. party. When I heard this
remark my heart began to beat with excitement, for I
knew that he would select me, as I was the finest orange
in the store. I began to swell with pride and wished I
had the power to push the other oranges away so that he
should be sure to see me. After a few moments was
taken among many oianges and put in a paper sack. I
still considered myself the finest of the lot and hoped to
be chosen by the gentleman's daughter for her very own.
Next to me lay an orange that had a black spot on its
face. "Humph!" said I, "You will never be wanted by
anybody. They will throw you away."
"Don't you feel so sure of that. Even if I have a
black spot on my face I may be just as good inside as
you are, you proud thing'" "Just wait and see how
much better the company will like me," I said, "but I
won't f.
Then the bag broke and I, being at the bottom, fell
out upon the ground. The gentleman picked me up and
put me in his pocket. At last we reached his home. He
took off his coat and hung it up. After awhile I could
hear the guests arriving. Later I could understand from
the conversation that my companions were being admired
by the guests. But alas! I was forgotten and neglected.
Truly, "Pride goeth before a fall," and in my lonely
repose I have had plenty of leisure to repent of my van
ity and folly. Ruth Smith,
A Eighth Grade, 2100 Seventeenth Ave. S.
Adams School.
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POOR LITTLE CHICK.
(Honorable Mention.)
July 4, 1905.This is the fourteenth day of my life.
I started out in the morning with mama to find something
to eat, but only found a few little ants. My brothers and
sisters are a. little larger tlian I am, because their craws
seem always to contain more bugs than mine and besides
our big feathery mother finds more for them. They got
the bugs today before I did because I was tired and did
not want to scramble for anything. I found plenty of
wheat and corn meal anyhow. Toward noon mama stepped
on me and I thought I was about to retire from sunshine
land. I was soon over this wound and saw some of my
big brothers and sisters eating corn meal. I ran and took
a few mouthsful. While I was there eating I joined in
a sort of peeking and then fell over and was hurt. I after
ward learned that it was called a fight. In the afternoon
I took a nap in the sun. When the time came to go to
bed I could not find any room under mother's wing, so I
am going to sleep at her side. Really, I wish I were safely
back in my snug eggshell. This seems rather a rough
world for a small chick. Chester Brown,
A Seventh Grade, 3500 Emerson Avenue S.
Calhoun School.
A GARDEN AMBITION.
(Honorable Mention.)
I awoke this morning feeling that it was good to be
alive, for was I not the largest carrot in the whole patch,
and had not the farmer's wife said that I should be made
into a stew, which must be something very fine! I had
been thinking thus for about ten minutes when suddenly
I heard somebody whistle and knew it was Jack, the
farmer's son, who came every morning for a carrot to eat.
I did not want to be eaten, for was I not going to be made
MINNEAPOLIS TOPICS
For Sunday, November 26.
A NOISE YOU DISLIKE. WHY?"
The stories must be original and true.
The "Why?" must be answered fully.
The papers must be in the hands of the editor of
The Journal Junior
Not Later than Saturday Evening, November 18,
at five 'clock. They must be 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 and address of the writer.
The papers must not be rolled.
For Sunday, December 3.
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TH E MOST DISTASTEFUL STUDY. WHY!'
The stories must be original and true.
The "Whyf" must be answered fully.
The papers must be in the hands of the editor of
Tlte Journal Junior
Not Later than Saturday Evening, November 25,
at five o'clock. They must be written in ink on one
side only of the paper, nor more than 300 words in
length, nor less than 100, marked with the number
of words and each paper signed with the grade,
Bchool, name and address of. the writer. The
papers must not be rolled.
Bchool name and addi
papers must not be rol
6 THE JOURNAL JUNIOR, MINNEAPOLIS, MINNESOTA, SUNDAY MORNING, NOVEMBER 12, 1905.
into a stewt I trembled, tho he had never so nraeh &i
looked at me, and had always pulled some other carrot.
But, nevertheless^ I always held to the ground with all
my might when I heard him coming. This morning ha
came quite close to me and thenI shall never forget
what happenedfor I felt his hand upon me and before I
could spell "stew" I was in the ground no more. He
looked at me for a minute or so and then said, "My!
What a beauty!'' Farewell. last hour has come.
Sixth Grade, Agnes Olson,
Horace Mann School. 3531 Thirteenth Ave, 3.
HOUR BY HOUR.
(Honorable Mention.)
Nov. 5, 1890, 6:30 a.m.I have just finished my
breakfast of a large piece of cheese which the cook
dropped on the floor. I am not hungry just at present,
but suppose I shall be after awhile.
7:30 a.m.I have just seen the cat that stays here.
I had just stuck my head out of a hole in the wall when
I saw her coming toward me.
10:30 a.m.She tried to catch me just now, but some
body opened the door and scared her and then I ran away.
Picture Puzzle
The dog in the picture has lost his master and has been hunting fran-
tically for him You will notice that where be stands now, two lines of
footprints branch off in two different directions. One line is that of the
missing master. The dog knows which, and is going to follow it. Which
li ne -will lie follow? The picture will show you if you will look at it
with care.
Answer to last week's puzzle: The time of day as shown in the pic-
ture printed last Sunday was late afternoon. How could that be seen!
Easily enough. The clock in the tower showed that it was 5 'clock. Of
course this might have meant morning or evening had it not been for
the hay wagon. This wagon was loaded and this made it very evident
that it was not morning, for it would not have been loaded so early.
12:00 a.m.I shall have to hunt something to eat, as
it is dinner time.
12:30 a.m.I have just finished my dinner, which
consisted of a piece of cake which I stole out of the
pantry.
1:25 p.m.I was just running along the floor when I
turned a corner and there was that cat! She made a
dash at me, but she missed her aim, which displeased her
very much.
4:55 p.m.I have just been cleaning my hole out a
little in case I should nave company.
6:00 p.m.I have just eaten my supper, which con
sisted of a piece of meat.
8:15 p.m.I think I will go to bed now, as it is late.
Sixth Grade, Lillian Ballard,
Hawthorne School. 2127 Washington Ave. N.
THE WAT DOLLS FEEL.
Christmas nightJust a little after twelve last night
or this morning I came with Santa Clans down the chim
ney. It was as black as the night outside, but we went so
fast that I hardly knew anything. About six o'clock this
morning my future mama came down for me. She hugged
me and kissed me, so I am sure she will be kind to me. She
left me then for a little while to eat her breakfast. She
did not give me any, but we had sueh a feast before we
left Santa Clausland that it did not matter. When my
mama eame up she dressed me in my best and took me
out with her. When we came in we sat down to a large
dinner. I ate so much that I am sure I shall not want
anything to eat all tomorrow. My mama is very pretty,
but I do want to be back with all my friends. But it is,
I suppose, best to make the best of it.
A Seventh Grade, Elizabeth M. Abbott,
Jefferson School. 1120 Chestnut Avenue.
ONE DELICIOUS MEAL.
One day I was out in the barn. It was very cold and
when my mistress awoke she let me in to get warm.
While she was busy preparing breakfast, I lay by the
stove and she spilt some boiling water on me. I howled
terribly and she was frightened because she did not know
she had spilt the water. I was soon all right and she went
out. I jumped on the table and ate all the cookies and
esuke and. everything she had left. I was a. delicious
meal. She eame in very soon after that. I watched for
my chance and slipped out when she came in. She did
not know what I had done. I ran away and stayed all
day. I had a couple of fights with other dogs and was
run over by a bicycle. When I came home she whipped
me dreadfully and since then I have not helped myself
to anything. Anna Bjurstrom,
Eighth Grade, 703 Nineteenth Avenue NE.
Van Cleve School.
OF THE FUtST PALE-FACES.
While looking over some Indian relics a few day*
ago, I came across a page from a Manhattan chief's diary.
Being well acquainted with the eiphex language, it wai
easy for me to translate it. It was dated "Summer,
1609," and was on a piece of birch bark:
I arose early this morningj my squaw had our break
fast of venison and corn ready. After eating my break
fast I started out to speak to my sub-chiefs about the
expected bunting party. Suddenly I -was startled lay
cry from the squaws at the river. I looked down the river
and of all the birds I ever saw there was the largest. It
was brown with great white wings outspread and was
swiftly swimming up the river. I called my braves to
gether and we proceeded to the water's edge. When th
bird came closer I perceived it to be a large canoe con
taining men with pale faces. When abreast of us the pale
faces threw a rope out and tied the canoe to a tree. Then
they came ashore and one short, fat one said, How much
Lo you want for your island?" I said, "About twenty
four dollars." He gave me that in merchandise. We
then smoked the peace-pipe and-the pale-face drew a bot
tle from his pocket and said, "Drink!" I did, and in
stantly began to feel strange and
then I went to sleep. When I
awoke I had a bad headache, the
ship had gone and the sun had. set.
Francis Bugboy,
1223 Seventh Street S.
A Eighth, Grade,
Washington School.
ALL OVER A BONE.
T^his morning as I lay on th*
porch the meat man drove up to
the door. My mistress came out
and bought some. Then she said,
"Will you give me a bone for my
dog, Colonel?" and he gave her a
bone. I knew it was for me and I
jumped off the porch. I could not
stop* to walk down the steps. I
expected to have it right away, but
my mistress took her meat and my
bone into the house. I waited
awhile and at last she eame out,
took my bone into the woodshed
and said, "Come, Colonel." I
went in and she shut the door after
her leaving me tlfere all alone. I
did not enjoy my bone at alL In
the shed there was a window about
six feet high and two wide. I did
not know there was any glass in
the window, and I jumped thru,
breaking it alL When I reached
the ground I discovered that I had
left my bone in the shed. I thought
seriously of jumping back, but my
mistress came out just then and
discovered what I had done. She
scolded me and threw a stick at
me and took my bone away. I
have not had anything else all day.
Now it is bed time and I am hun
fjry. Even if I am only a. yellow,
fierce-looking dog, I do not like te
be treated in this way.
Eunice L. Butler,
53d St., Aldrich Av. W.
Sixth Grade,
Margaret Fuller School.
ACTS THE HEEO.
ThursdayThis has been the
greatest day in my dog life. I was running behind my
master this evening, when he was suddenly halted by a
big, rough-looking man, who wanted something they be
gan talking loudly and the rascal was about to strike,
when I sprang upon him and nearly pushed him over. He
ran then and I went after him and had taken several
bites at him when master called me back. I was patted
all the way home and given a nice, warm meal. Then all
the family came out and treated me so nicely I know they
think that if I had not come to the rescue just as I did,
my master would not have returned home alive.
Sixth -Grade, Clarence Bettridge,
Grant School. 1210 Logan Avenue N.
A VERY WOFTJL TALE,
Oct. 31, 1905.I do not believe another cat in the*
world has had as bad a day as I. The first thing in the
morning the maid stepped on my tail. Then I had to go
without my breakfast. "Ouch! Who is that kicking
me?" The maid sent me outside to freeze. It was very
cold and I had to stay out without breakfast, dinner or
supper. But tonight when the maid comes home I shall
slip in behind her.* Even Anna tossed me around so I
could not have any rest at all. Oh, but I am hungry! I*
wish I eould have some milk. There goes a cat from the
house opposite, and she is well fed. She has a large
piece of meat in her mouth. I will take it away! But
she was in the house before I had a chance to get her
and I suppose I, shall have to stay out all night without
anything to eat. Anna Coplinsky,
Seventh Grade, 534 Aldrich Avenue N.
Sumner School.
THE PLAINT OF A BOOK.
I arrived at the schoolhouse at 9:30 and sat on a wide
shelf, squeezed between dozens of other books. From
the noise and bustle around me I judged something im
portant was going on. I stayed there for two hours,
when 1 was taken down by a small boy and carried away
to a room where there were a great many desks and a
girl or a boy sitting at each one. I was deposited on
table where I lay for a few minutes, much interested in
my new surroundings. I was soon taken up and carried
around the room until I reached somebody's desk. He
took me up and thrust me in with a few other books,
amid papers, pencils, pens, rulers and other things. I
looked around and found myself in company with a
speller and an arithmetic. I felt very proud to be the
prettiest one of all. I was dressed in scarlet with gold
trimming and on my cover, printed in gold letters, was"
"English History." Soon another book was thrown in
my cover was bent and I lay in a most uncomfortable
position. Other books were piled on top of me and be
fore my first day in the schoolroom is over, my prettj
dress is a sight to be seen. There are ink spots on me