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Juniors Complete Story of Pretty Japanese Princess ram* nun ((/~\ H, my dear mistress," she said; I I "the sea is Indeed presumptu " ous to behave so before you. I am surprised at such conduct." "Then command it to cease," Bald the haughty princess. "No, my dear. Such a humble little person as I could not cause the sea to cease," replied Sule Sen, gently. "In deed, neither can any other in the land, unless it be your gracious self." She bowed in her pretty little way. "Indeed, and could 1 stop it?" "Oh, your highness, of that I have no doubt. Did not the royal execu tioner execute himself at your com mand? Did not the most high mikado change his name because of your de sire? And indeed," she added boldly, "do not the leaves turn red every year for your pleasure." The princess was quiet for a few mo ments, then she asked: "Has anyone else this power?" "No one but the great Buddha." "Then I must be as great as Budd ha." "Yes, your highness." "Perhaps greater?" "Yes, your worthiness." "Then why do the people worship Buddha? They should worship me, their rightful goddess." Now this was exactly what Suie Sen wished, so she suggested that the princess ask all of her subjects to as semble by the sea on the following day. "Then," she said, "you can prove your power by calming the sea, and when it is silenced the people will ex alt you far above Buddha." The princess, who was very sure of herself by now, was delighted at this idea. So, accordingly, all the subjects assembled on the following day to wit ness this wonderful calming of the sea. But, strange to say, when the princess mounted her throne and commanded, the sea rolled on as noisily as before. In vain did she stamp her foot and double up his little fists; the populace returned to their homes laughing. After the princess had exhausted her self she sank to the ground. Here Suie Sen found her and took her home, a much better and wiser little princess.. MARGARET It. BENNETT. 1338 West Twenty-fourth street, Girls Collegiate school, grade 10. Now, as Sule Sen was a wise little person, she thought of a plan to make her young mistress a better princess. So next day Suie Sen asked permis sion of Lang Fa, the princess' father, to take her for a long ride. At about 2 o'clock that afternoon they were on the way to the slums of the city. " .. They arrived at the place about 2:45 o'clock, where a storeman directed them to Centro street. Meantime the princess was in a nt of rage because her bonnet was crooked. Suie Sen carefully pinned it straight and they started on their way ■ again. - ' ~# Soon they were standing in front or a yard with weeds growing high around a little shanty. Suie Sen and the princess started up the board walk which led to the house. "Why do you take me to such a place." cried the angry princess. "Be ptient and you will see," ex claimed little Suie Sen. With much grumbling the princess went into the house. Suie Sen knocked and a voice within answered, "Oh, you're Suie Sen; come right in, I'm so glad to see you." The person proved to be an invalid. She was a merry little Japanese wo man. "So this is the little princess of Lang- Fa, is it?" she exclaimed. Suie Sen then said to her' mistress, "Now, my dear, you see why I brought you here." "Indeed I do," answered the princess, in a tone which Suie Sen had never heard her use before. They had a pleasant little talk and near 5 o'clock Suie Sen said they must be going. On the way home the princess re solved that she was going to be good. And she kept her word, too, and If now you chance to visit Japan you would -find a good, kind princess instead of the one of ■ Id. ILENE CLARK. 826 East Forty-first street. • » • "Fair princess," she answered, "would you please come up under the shade of that tall tree and let me tell you a story before I command the sea to be calm?" "Certainly," answered the princess, as she was sure it would be praise lor herself. So they walked up the bank till they came to a tine shade tree. Under this they sat down and Suie Sen began her story: Once upon a time there lived a prin cess who was very cross and was al ways conplaining about something. Her ■ fairy godmothers decided they'd give her anything she wished for. Now, as she was of a cross nature, she thought everything would go well now. i One day when she was out walking it started to rain, and in her anger she declared she wished it wouldn't rain for. a year. In an Instant it stopped raining, and, as she wished, did not rain again for the whole year. The result was that all the crops of the land were dried up and there was a famine throughout the whole nation. Another time when a large rowboat was washed down the river which rushed past her castle, she said she LOS ANGELES SUNDAY HERALD—JUNIOR SECTION ■ * * m^^} -"***** *»»Ul'»'**'*Cv. '"'■','*'**'f; ."*«v"'■**•"• *■ '*'•' "''*""•*"»*; Gwendolen lived with her grandpar ents in a little seacoast town in Maine. Nearly all the people In the village were fisher folk, and made their living by going out to sea in StOUt crafts and returning laden with mackerel and cod, which brought them good prices. But Gwendolen's grandfather had been a sea captain in his youth, and now was ending his days near the great rolling waters he loved so well. Now Gwendolen loved stories as much as any little girl or boy of her age could, and when she tired of hear ing tales of the fisher folk of strange adventures in times of storm, she loved to coax her good mother to spin her a seafaring yarn. This she was usual ly very willing to do, and many were the marvelous things she learned about the countries far over the sea. One day when the winds blew with cutting blast from the east and the angry breakers were more than usual ly high, she told her a legend of Japan which she never forgot all the years of her life. The good people who dwell near the coast of Japan repeat this legend to their children as a warning to them to control their tempers. It is said that once upon a time there lived in a beautiful castle by the sea a power ful little princess, who was fair as she was powerful. She had many attend ants any everything that the heart of a child—even that of a princess—could wish for. But with all theso things she pos sessed something else that her people would have given many millions of dol- wished it had always stayed a little brook as it had been. The outcome of this was that no ships could reach her castle and it took as long for goods to come by land as it had taken them to come by sea. Another instance was "Stop! Stop! Suie Sen, I see what you mean. I will never complain of nature again." After that she kept her word and lived much happier than before. "What's the matter, Gwendolyn," asked her grandmother, "are you get ting sleepy? All right, come on and let's go to bed." SIGFRED WESTERHOLM. 1177 East Fifty-fourth street, Los Angeles, Cal. Age 14. The true story of the earth's origin and formation is made as fascinating as a fairy story in "Earth and Sky Every Child Should Know," by Julia E. Rosrcrs. The author has spread out the wonders of nature for the child to gaze upon and understand in such a charming manner that the thoughts will lay fast hold upon the young imagination. The exquisitely fascinating solar formations are classified and the child is taught how to find them in the sky and some explanation Is given of their origin and formation. The wonderful natural phenomena long left unexplained to the childish A Mother's Work-Box Mother Work-box got busy, One long, rainy day; She called to her children: "You must now quit your play- Now stand close beside me, All in a straight row; You are getting quite large, You must all leara to sew." The scissors begaln To sulk and to pout. And cried, "Mother Work-box, You may please count me out, I know I am silly, I wish I were wise; But how can I sew Without any eyes?" The spool of cotton stood up And save a dark scowl: Then she twisted and twirled With a grumble and grow!. lars to cure her of. This was a terrible temper that broke forth at the slight est provocation. No matter how small a thing went wrong in her dominion she would immediately begin to fret and scream at .such a rate as to terrify tier devoted subjects. It became very serious, for the more the mighty prin cess 4ndulged her temper the worse it grew, until people began to fear she might do herself a great Injury. There were many consultations among the high dignitaries of the court, but no one could suggest a remedy. Now it happened that just at that time there occurred many terrible storms, when the waves rolled In with terrific force and threatened the lives and property of many poor fisher folk. This was an added cause for worry to the subjects of the princess, and they were sorely perplexed. One dull, gray day, as the princess strolled along the shore, followed by h,er favorite little maid of Japan, she saw the storm clouds surge up and the waves begin to boil and bubble with an angry moan. The princess was very much frightened, but even more angry, and said with rising temper to Suie Sen, her little maid: "How dare the sea behave in this manner when I choose to walk abroad? All should bo smooth and blue and sunshiny when I am on the shore! Command this angry weather and sea to give place to sunshine!" You see, the princess in her anger really lost sight of the absurdity of her command, so accustomed was she to having all quail before her terrible temper. But little Sule Sen was very wise, and she suddenly thought of a way to make the princess ashamed. mind are unveiled of their mystery in such a manner that the reader will always remember the little interest ing lessons. Some of the long asked questions which are answered in this book are: "What is the Eearth Made Of?" "The Air In Motion," "The Work of the Wind." "What Becomes of the Haiti?" "Quiet Forces That Destroy Rocks," "How Rocks Are Made," "The Ways of Rivers," "The Mam moth Cave of Kentucky," "The Mak ing of Mountains" and "Origin of Useful Metals." The book is generously sprinkled with illustrations of the many wonder ful natural formations and of the interesting astronomical groups. Earth and Sky Every Child Should Know. By Julia E. Rogers. New York: Doubleday, Page & Co., pub lishers. "The Rainy Day Scrap Book" is all that its name implies—something to keep little hands busy when little folk are kept indoors. It is more than a scrap book—it is a game—an educa tional picture puzzle coming easily within the comprehension of all chil dren, who will be higly entertained and at the same time made familiar with history, art, geography and fa mous pictures, statues, building and people all over the world. Sheets containing more than 100 pic- The thimble shone brightly, But Hha rolled round and round. Then she Jumped to the floor With a loud sllVry sound. The needle danced rayly. A a she Rave a glad sigh; "How thankful X am For my one tiny eye. Come, box-mates, my dears. Let's sit In a row. And show Mother Work-box ■ How neatly we sew." Then a dear little irtrl Came Mother Work-box to ac». Soon they all sewed together, As happy could be. "We love to work with you," The box-mates all nay; "We can't sew without you. IMease come ev'ry day." —Mary C. Kenderdlne tures will he found in an envelope at the back of this book. They are print ed in haphazard order and have no titles under them. The children will have the entertaining task of cutting out Ihpse nameless pictures as neatly as possible, finding the right places for them in-the body of the hook and pasting them in the squares above the proper names and descriptions. In each of these blank squares Is a miniature outline of the picture that belongs to it. The trick Is to find the place for the larger picture by com paring it with the little one. It has the zest of a game and can be done without knowing how to read. When the book is complete it is an illustrated work of art. always to be kept and prized by the children. The Rainy Day Scrap Book. Pre pared by Edwtn L. and Kmma T. Sherman, Chicago: Reilly & Burton, publishers, POLLY AND MOLLY Little Polly Walnut and Molly Hick orynut grew on tall trees so near each other that the great limbs where the nut children sat touched. It was very fortunate, for Polly and Molly would have had very dull times if they could not have seen each other every day. Their brothers were real nut boys, for they did not care to play with their sis ters at all. "I wish I did not have to stay on this tree all my life, for I would like to see the world," said Willie Hickorynut. "For my part I'd like adventures. I'd like to live in a zoo and see the lions and the bears every day, buf I'd WUkt them caged," piped up little Dlckery Hickorynut. "Oh, coward!" shouted Roily Hicko ry; "lions won't eat you." "Wonder what ships and boats look like. They are in my line, for the chil dren who sat under our home the other day talked about those wonders. I should like to live where I could see boats," chimed in one of the little brothers. "It's no uso talking, though," said Dickery, but Just then Molly said "Sh-sh-sh," so the brave nut boys quickly hid under the leaves and kept as quiet as mice. As soon as Squlrrelly Bushytail had gone out came the little heads again, and the nut children were as noisy as ever. There was one thing which they did not want, and that was a home in the dark hole where Bushy tall kept his winter stores. Tiresome as it was, they would rather live on the treo always than go to such a cheerless place. Molly and Polly did not care at all for traveling. In fact, they both hoped their farthest journeys would be to the land below their parent trees, where they could be kept warm by the leaves which they saw fluttering down every day. The queerest nut children of all were Polly's brothers, the Walnut boys. You never knew, I suppose, that these little fellows were very vain and proud of their coats. "Doesn't mine fit well?" said Tun law, who was rather stuck up because his name was Wa'nut spelled back ward. "I don't care what becomes of me as long as I can stay near enough to my tailor to get a good suit made every year. I do think our family ia the best dressed in the world, for we keep our coats pressed all the time." Every day was about the same, so it is no wonder that Molly and Polly grew tired of hearing their brothers always talking about ships and zoos and pretty green coats. One evening ths sun sank rather earlier than usual and vhe cold wind sent the nut children to bed before dark. They pulled their leafy covers up close and closed their sleepy eyes. This all happened none too soon in the evening, for Jack Frost, because he had made up his mind to have lots of fun that very night. His first prank was with the Walnut boys. He said to himself, "Ha, na, tee-hee! I'll Just rip the seams of those finely fitting coats of the Walnut dudes." So he took out his little bcissors and clipped every stitch In two of the long seams of each jacket If Tunlaw had not been so tired by the boasting he had been dosing all day he would have awakened, but instead he Just grum bled a little about the cold and drew up more covers each time the cold scissors happened to touch him. Jack Frost fairly held his sides in laughter. The little rogue even laughed when several of the nut children squirmed so that they fell out of their beds onto the grass below. Yet they did not wake up. Of course, the Hickorynut family was visited, too. Instead of ripping a few of the seams of their coats all the way down Jack Frost, clipped all of the seams open a little way at the end of each nut. "There'll be a lot of second-hand clothing for sale tomorrow," he chuck led as he hurried off to the chestnut grove. He was really expected there, for he had promised the trees night after night that he would come to open the little house burs for their children. In each little prickly house there were three chestnut children crying to get out to see the world, so you may be sure Jack Frost used his scissors there as fast as he could. He said, "This noise is terrible, Mrs. Chestnut. Your children are most unruly." But Mrs. Chestnut only laughed, for she was glad that the chatter made Jack Frost hurry in his work, for then he would be through before the sun arose in the morning to drive him from his task.