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■fvrtheIjttlEvS’T Ones1'' Aunt Margaret and the Telephone A UBT as Mamma was putting lit *■ tie Dorothy to bed the other evening Papa came In to tell ^ W her that some one -wished to talk with her on the telephone. 80 Mamma left the room and. after a while, came back and told Dorothy that she had been talking with little Margaret Ayers' mother. Mow Margaret was Dorothy's very best friend and playmate and her Mamma was going to give her a birth day party on Saturday afternoon. More than that, she had asked Mamma, on the ’phone. If Dorothy could oome to It. Mamma said that she oould, for Dorothy had been a good little girl for ever so long and. besides, there was do school on Sat urday, of course. “Oh, oh. oh!" cried little Dorothy, clapping her hands and Jumping up and down in bed until It bounced her around as though she were In a ham you to hear Uncle Will's voice talk ing out of that queer, funny-looking little thing they call a 'receiver' ? Well, It seemed Just that way to Aunt Margaret. “She was amazed—and. I think, a little bit frightened, too. But she told Papa how much she loved him and missed him and how he must try to oome home to us Just as soon as he oould. She was Just In the midst of sending him a sweet little good-night kiss over the wire -when she dropped the receiver and began to weep. “ ‘Oh, Mamma, Mammal’ she cried. "I asked what was the matter but she wouldn’t tell me — she wanted Mamma — your Grandmother, you know. So Grandma hurried to her, j thinking she had been taken sud denly 111. " ‘Mamma! Mamma!’ cried Aunt Margaret, ‘Oh—oh—please, please j make Papa come outl’ “ 'Come out?' exclaimed Grandma I I held her up to the 'phone ho slie could talk to Father. mock that someone was shaking and Jiggling. '‘And. Mamma,” she cried, "can I, please, tell Margaret tomorrow that I’ll come to her party? Can I tell her on the telephone?” Mamma assented and smiled. "That reminds ms, Dorothy,” she •aid, “of a little girl named Margaret who once talked over the telephone In a most amazing fashion. Shall I tell you about her as your Sleepy Time story?" But It was quite unnecessary for Mamma to wait for a reply, for Doro thy had already tucked the covers In •round her and propped her tiny lit tle chin lr her hands, ready to listen. "Well*’ began Mamma, "this story !■ about your Aunt Margaret. She’s _ „ tffown-up now, but when she talked on the telephone for the first time she was almost as little as you are, Dorothy. I was much older and. In faot, I myself held her up to the ’phone eo she could talk to Father— your Grandfather, you know—who bad been called on business to a city nearby. "It was the very first time Aunt Margaret had ever talked over the ’phone, remember, and she was Just as delighted as you were when you did. Remember how strange It sounded to and I In the same breath. ‘Come out of what?' ■' ‘Out—out of that—that thing!' wailed Aunt Margaret. ‘Oh, Mamma, how can he ever get out of that little hole!* "Orandma sat right down on the floor and laughed and laughed. And I thought It so funny I had to put your Aunt down for fear I would let her fall. "Think of It! Aunt Margaret thought Grandpa had crawled inside of the receiver and was talking to her from it! Now wasn’t that funny! You see, in those days, Dorothy, the telephone was just beginning to be used by people, and lots and lots of them didn’t know how it worked. Of course you do—” and Mamma smiled at the little girl. ■* ‘Oh, yes. Mamma,’ said Dorothy, ‘there's a little fairy that runs along the wire and tells the other person what you say." And then Mamma laughed ngaln. “Goodness gracious, Dorothy!” she exclaimed, “who over told you that? No indeed, there Is no fairy unless you want to call him Electricity— but it’s way past your bed-time now. So I’ll have to tell you about that some other time.” Queer Feats of Animals CHE next time you visit a Zoo or go to the circus stand in front of the cages of certain animals and see for yourself what re markable things they can do. Per haps, at the time, they will not per form for you; but do not doubt, for that reason, that they are capable of doing some very strange things. Now you would never expect an animal to aot like , a prize-fighter, would you? Well, the kangaroo does. He has little short front legs, you remember, and very long, powerful hind ones. And he fights with these hind legs, being able to hit a blow hard enough, to break a man’s leg or even a horse’s. But the most peculiar thing about it is that, when he fights, he stiffens his thick, strong tail, sticks it in the ground and supports himselt on it, thus leaving him free to strike out with his hind legs. Now isn't that strange T More than that, a kangaroo can Jump, with those same powerful hind legs, over twenty yards at a single Jump. Of course he doesn’t cover that distance always, but it Is on rec ord that kangaroos have cleared that measure at a single bound. No doubt you havj seen a mouse scurry across the floor and Into his Thus leaving flim free ho 8li*lVie Out . wtlh me / ITiTvd l^e$e ( f t ho'e. right In your own home. Uut have you ever seen a mouse that spins round and round, Just like a person waltzing? Well, there are such mice and, mind you, they not Infrequently waits In pairs, almost like real peo ple! Now a turtle Is not an Impressive looking creature, at best. But when you learn that he can support and carry a load that weighs three times as muah as he does, then you Just can’t help having a better opinion of him, oan you? Think about It a mo ment. Can you carry a thing that weighs three times as much as you do? It Is surprising what wonderful ath letes oan be found In the animal king dom, aside from the turtle which oan certainly be called the "Strong Man.” There Is the ostrich, for Instance, which oan run even faster than a horse. And surely no man can wres tle as well aB the Bear, for they wres tle with each other nearly all the time and roll each other over and over In quite the most approved fashion. And when It comes to thrilling feats on “flying rings” and ■ "tlght-rope walking" and the "swinging trapeze,” surely none can equal the Jumping, darting, chattering monkeyl Stand In front of a cage of them some day and see for yourself! The President’s Newsboy ^TBN example of what oan be ao compllahed by persistent effort V I and promptness 1.: given by •e I little Sam April, a Washington newsboy who serves papers at the White House. He Is now eleven years old and has been official newsboy to the Executive Mansion slnoe he was nine. Not that anybody appointed him to the position. Sam saw that there was such a vacancy, nominated and elected himself to It and has held It against all the other "newsies" who would like to have the honor of hand ing the President his newspaper each afternoon. He has performed his duties so well that no matter what other changes may be made It Is very unlikely that he will lose his job. To read about it makes It appear a mighty easy place to fill, but like all good places it took energy and determination to get. Before Sam took over the privilege of this dis tinctive paper route, whichever news boy reached the White House first had the honor of selling four copies of both afternoon papers. This meant eight cents to the young vendor and also that he had beaten all the other city newsboys in thei. race for the entrance to the Mansion. For, in or der to avoid a riot in the grounds, It was decided among the boys them He Walked In And Explained Wliat i Ho Wanted. selves that the one first reaching the doorway should go in and sell the papers. Of course, older and larger boys had an advantage. Sam had to stand In that long struggling line one sees about the press-rooms of afternoon papers and await his turn to be sup plied. Unless he was the very first In line he could not hope to "make” Qur puzzle Corner i ADDITIONS. 1. Add the letter H to a planet i tod get a part of a fire-place. 2. Add the letter P to the edge i Of a plate and get to affect great j preciseness In dress and manner. >. Add the letter R to a part of I the human body and get to cause to ] fester. 4. Add the letter S to a thick, rich liquid, and get to cry out In u sudden, shrill way. NOVELIST PUZZLE. This puzzle contains seven words of equal length. If they are rightly guessed and written one below an- j other their prlmals will spell the i name of a well-known novelist. The cross-words are: 1. A place of abode. 2. A body of water. 3. A large fish. 4. Gateways leading outward. 5. j Branches. 6. Grounds where a game t Is played. 7. A point of the compass. NUMERICAL ENIGMA. I am composed of twelve letters. My 6. 2, 10, 4, 6 Is liquid color. My 8, 9, 7, 11, 12 Is what trains run upon. My 8, 1 la the only verb In tills ! sentence. My whole Is the name of a famous ; saint whoao birthday falls In this | month. ZIGZAG. This zigzag contains seven words of four letters each. If the words are rightly guessed and written one be low another their zigzag letters will spell the act of giving money to a pub- ; lie official to corrupt him. The cross words are: 1. A fowl. 8. Eyes. 3. ; FKUIT PUZZLE. * IBETrvi VOU CANT pJr v guess CS, k.'A THIS jtS ^ PtZZLg :Y/ Bobby is carrying home n basket of fruit, tliat suggested to him this pn/.7.le. lie says he bets you a big red apple you can’t cut out these three black pieces und arrange them so that they will form the silhouette of a ■-. Could you guess? Particles of Ice which fall from the clouds. 4. Part of an arrow. 6. A part of us. G. A strong cart used for carrying heavy burdens. 7. Chrlst mastlde. ANSWERS ADDITIONS: 1. -Earth-Hearth. 2. Rim-Prim. 3. Ankle-Rat:kle. 4. Cream- j Scream. NUMERICAL ENIGMA: — Paint, I track, is; St. Patrick. EIGEAO: Bribery. Cross-words: ■ 1. Bird. 2. Orbs. 3. Hail. 4. Barb. 6. Feet. G. Dray. 7. Title NOVELIST PCZXLE: Howells. Cross-words: 1. House. 2. Ocean. 3. Whale. 4. Exits. 6. Limbs. 6. Links. T. South. SOLUTION OF FRUIT PUZZLE. the White House In time. Often he got there, and just as often he was disappointed. After competing with other boys for quite awhile, Sam proved that he had that thinking brain which always elevates Its owner above other men and boys who Just go along In a rut. One day, when i ellverlng his pa pers at the Executive Offices, he asked timidly If he could talk to one of the Presidential Secretaries. The door man was good natured and delivered his message. Carrying an armful of papers, he walked In and explained what ho wanted. His plea that he was always flr~t In the line but, because he was so young, older boys got there ahead of him as they could run faster, made an Impression on the listeners. Thereafter Sam was announced as regular "newsy’ to the White House. No matter how fast the other boys ran, he sold the papers. It was not favoritism, for any of them could have asked the ame thing. Only— none of them did! One of the biggest honors Is that he Is paid by check. Any boy will appreciate what It means to walk into a bank every month and pre sent to the paying-teller a check for $2.50. But Just think how Impressed the bank must be when It Is a big United States Treasury check and bears the signature of M. P. Weuster, special disbursing agent! TheDutchConcert An Indoor Game For Little Folk. TN this game all the players alt down. Each person makes a se lection of an Instrument, say a flute, a guitar, a violin, a drum, etc., and each makes the motion appro priate for playing the instrument he has chosen, and Imitates to the best of his ability the sound of the instru ment. The leader of the band has been chosen before the beginning of the concert, and as soon as all are seated, he rises, gives the director’s signal to begin, himself starting some familiar tune, such as "Yankee Doodle,” "A Hot Time In Old Town Tonight," "On The Khine,” and other old songs. As the playing proceeds, the leader may take from any player his Instrument and go on playing It in his place. But the idle player must keep a sharp eye on the leader, for the moment that he ceases to play, the player from whom he has taken the Instrument must Immediately take his Instrument again and resume playing. If he Is not prompt In this, he Is ex cluded from the band, and at the close of the concert he must pay a forfeit. In the case of the leader making a mistake In playing the In strument he takes from one of tho band, he must pay a forfeit at the end of the game. But he continues as leader throughout, the game running till nearly all have lost their places, or till those participating are tired and wish to play at something else. It Is a jolly game, but a noisy one as well, and unless the consent of the parents is granted, the little players may look for an interruption very soon after the concert has begun. However, most parents love to have their children and their children’s guests enjoy such lively games. A Brave Retort nOW a boy may not think much of his little baby brother—that yell ing squalling little bundle of pink, mostly flying fists and kicking toes— deep down in his heart; but when It comes to an outsider saying unkind things about him then it Is a different matter Indeed. Little Bobble found It so only the other day and rose to the occasion like the fine, loyal little man ho is. He was playing with Freddy In the front yard when Nurse came out on the porch holding Bab; by his dress and trying to teach him to walk with out falling. Freddy oaught sight of the baby and stopped In his play. "Shucks!” he exclaimed. "Hop old is that ltld brother of yours, Bobbie?” “One year old," replied Bob, look ing up In surprise from the wonder ful fort ho had been building of small stones. “Shucks!" exclaimed Freddy agnln. "Shucks—why, I’ve got a little dog that's only a year old, too, but 1: can walk twice as fast as that ugly little brother of yours." Bobble stood staring at him a moment and his faco flushed with anger. "Well," he replied presently, "why shouldn’t he? Hasn’t that dog of yours got twice as many legs?” And Freddy hadn’t a word to say! I The Brave Color Bearer DID you ever hear the story of the brave lad, a color-bearer in the Union Army, who held aloft the Stars and Stripes at the Battle of Get tysburg during the Civil War, amid a perfect storm of shot and shell and kept his soldier comrades from re treating in disorder? There Is a mar ble monument to him now In Gettys burg, and It shows him with the flag clutched In one hand while he stands shaking his other fist at the enemy. But here Is the story: He was In the front of the line of Union outposts—on the very spot where his monument now stands—and knew that the sight of the Flag would do more to keep the soldiers from falling back, before the advancing superior body of Confederate troops, than anything else. The Union forces were far out-numbered but they had to hold the position until more troops could be rushed up from the rear. One by one the men were falling around him and a general panic seemed Imminent. But the brave lad stepped right out in front of the line, held his flag aloft and waved It wild ly. He seemed to bear a charmed life, for the bullets whizzed past him, chipping places off the flag-staff he held and ricidling the flag. The sight so Inspired his comrades that they Held Ills Hug aloft aud waved it. rallied round him and fought back for a long time. But finally It was evident that they must retreat until reinforced from the rear. So they fell back In good or der. The little color-bearer was the last to turn. And before doing so he clenched his small fist and shook It at the enemy. Then he turned to re luctantly follow his comrades In arms. Just then a bullet found Its way to his heart and he fell dead, still clutching his beloved flag. The Union soldiers wept. And the enemy—brave men that they were— praised his courageous, fighting spirit and even forgot that he had been their enemy. □LONG while ago—for the little boy In thin story Is now a grown man—a lad named James, In the town of Jaok sonburg, Ohio, came near having to spend a moat miserable Christmas day—all beoause In his exoltement he got up too early to see what Santa Claus had brought him. He and his little brothers and sis ters were all on tip-toe about the Christmas presents they expected to receive — like all children are—and had been for days and days. Usually, they received stockings full of oranges and nuts and the kind of candy that every child knows as an "all-day sucker." And then, too, there was al ways a toy or two for each of them. Long before this particular Christ they had hung their little stockings. And then—they stopped! They were afraid to look In the room for they Just knew they would be disappointed. One tiny oandle was burning, for In those days they did not have gas and eleotrlo lights as you have now In your home. And this dim light made every thing seem all the more hopeless. Finally little James plucked up hii courage—and looked. Were all their fears In valnT Haf they been needlessly worrying about Santa’s falling to remember them} Were their stockings fairly bursting with good things? No—no Indeed! There hung their stockings—empty! And not a toy was visible on the hearth! Santa Clause had forgotten them completely! Their poor little hearts sank within them. And, sobbing aloud, they crept mournfully up the stairs again. Oh, what a sorry little family they were! And you would have been, too, If you had been one of them! They were so disappointed that they cried them They filed slowly down the stairs, a sorrowful, forlorn procession. mas Eve, as they were dancing about and listening to see 1" they could yet hear the tinkle of old Kris Krln gle's sleigh-bells even In the distance, their parents seemed to be very sad. Somehow, It wasn’t like Christmas. And finally their Mother told them that she was not certain Santa would visit them this year. And Papa, too, shook his head doubtfully. Even on the night before Christ mas, Papa and Mamma could offer but little more encouraging news. Perhaps Santa would drive over their roof without stopping? But maybe, after all, he would remember to climb down their chimney! You can Imagine how miserably un happy they must have felt! So, when they went to bed, they tossed and tossed about In the covers and wished and hoped and prayed—oh, how hard they wished!—that old Santa would not forget them. And can you blame them for not being able to go to sleep, with Christmas morning coming on and no presents? Just think of ltl Well, after a long, long while, they finally dropped off, one by one, to sleep and dreamed terrible dreams of j a Santa Claus, with a bag full of toys, who merely laughed at them and passed by without giving them so much as a bag of candy out of his sack. And then, after a while, James woke up. He was sure It was Christ mas morning. So he called the rest of the children and told them It was time to go downstairs and see If Santa had at last relented and filled their stockings. So, with James In the lead, they filed slowly down the stairs, a sorrow ful, forlorn procession. Step by step they went down and down, nearer and nearer to the door of the room where A BAT) START. “You shouldn’t toko apples to de teacher. It's wrong.” “How’s dat?” "A man was Just sent to do penitentiary for bribing a Judge, and dey i sny lie started dat wtty.” selves to sleep. The next morning—when It was really morning—their Mamma had to call them and call them to get up. Imagine It! Just Imagine having to tell any little boy or girl to get up on Christmas morning! But the chil dren knew there was nothing to get up tor—that Santa had Indeed forgot ten them! It was not until breakfast was ac tually on the table that they came fil ing down—slowly and quietly, with out any enthusiasm or without even seeming to be aware that the day was Christmas. And then—and then—as they en tered the room they glanced mourn fully toward the chimney place. What? Could It be? Surely they must all be dreaming! No, they were wide awake! There—'there right be fore their eyes—hung their stockings bulging with the good things that had been crammed into theml And there, too, on the hearth was a toy for each child! What had happened? Why, you see. It was quite simple. Little James had thought It was Christmas morning when he awoke the other children, but In reality It was only a little after midnight. Bo they had not given busy, bustling Santa Clause time to get around to their house, you see. But little James felt somehow that Santa came near forgetting them after all; and not even his joy at discovering he had not was quite sufficient to make him for get entirely the narrow escape they had. James Is now grown to manhood! and he Is a big man, too, for his full name Is James M. Cox, and he Is Gov ernor of the State of Ohio. But he still remembers that dreadful Christ mas eve—and shudders when he thinks of it! So would you, if you had been In his shoes. Just think how awful It would have been If Santa had passed by their chlmneyl Not Fresh nOBODY likes a "fresh" child. He's a nuisance, aside from his being extremely Impolite. But when little Bertha answered a question asked her by Teacher the other day she had no Intention of being "fresh,” though It certainly did sound that way. Judge for yourself:— “Bertha,” asked Teacher during the spelling lesson, "how do you spell needle?" Bertha rose from her seat and stood by her desk In the correct attitude. Hut her little brain was all whirl; . that was one of the words she simply couldn't remember how to spell. "N—n—n—n—n—” she began. “Yes,—n-,” said Teacher en couragingly. “N—niedle!" declared Bertha, in a mighty effort to remember. "No, Bertha,” replied Teacher pa tiently. "That Is Incorrect—It has no '1' in it.” , Bertha looked up Instantly, her face aglow. "But, Teacher," she cried, "then It tain t a good needle 1"