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1 J\ Jhovight for the Week.
Aim high in this life, but not so high '
that yoa cannot hit anything.
For dlone.
"Who comes with summer to this earth
And owes to June her day of birth,
With ring of agate on her hand
Can health, wealth and long life command."
juke's flower.
June pauses lor a moment on the j
threshold of the summer world and gazes j
with rapture upon the wealth of gorgeous, !
heavily perfumed blossoms as they nod i
and sway in homage before her.
Her cheeEs glow, her eyes shine, her
bosom heaves with pride as she haughtily
puts forth her hand to pluck the most
brilliant one of all. But see, she hesitates!
From her face all pride vanishes and ten- j
der love and gentle charity shine there I
instead.
She turns and slowly wends her way to
a wooded glen. Stooping beside a little
stream that murmurs and gurgles at her '
feet she plucks a sweet "wild rose" — I
emblem of "simplicity" — with which to j
deck her queenly brow.
Each month as it comes along in its
order in the grand march of the year
seems the best, for some good reason; '
but I know you boys and girls are quite
positive that June is the jolliest month of
all — that is, you think so just now — be
cause it brings to you — why, examinations,
of course. Oh, no; please excuse me, I
' meant to say vacation. Well, if you don't
shun the first "tion" I'm sure you'll enjoy
the second "tion."
-JLlool t^e f\ore.
The rose is the symbol of beauty. It is
j! also the emblem of secrecy.
"Roman soldiers had it engraved on
their shields as a sign or secrecy or loyalty
to their v<*ws.
The rose is closely associated with the
history of England. It was adopted as
the emblem of that country, and one of
its most bloody wars was called "The
War of the Roses," one political faction
having chosen the white rose and the
other the red.
Childhood's Realm Clud is composed of
boys and gins who have contributed either
stories, puzzles, drawings or rhymes to
the children's page of The Call.
The badge of the club is made of silver,
and is of a very pretty design.
As soon a? you have become a member
of C. R. C. you may obtain your pin by
sending 50 cents for same, with 2 cents for
postage. Address all communications to
editress. ' V V
B?\ (Buy.
Ban Gray was just 8 years old when his
father died. His mother was able to keep
him at school until he reached the age of
12. when he obtained a position as assist*
ant in the village store. He was a very
happy boy when ha Drought home his first
week's wages, three bright silver dollars.
Mrs. Gray continued to work hard at her
needle, thus adding her mite to their lit*
tle income. Ben and his mother were
very happy even though so poor. In the
evenings Ben read aloud and sometimes
tney took lone walks by the river in the
bright moonlight. The mother smiled
with pii<le as she looked upon the noble
lad at her side, whose plans for the future
were so bright. Bat, alas! she, too, fell
sick and died. Poor Ben's heart was sore,
for he felt all alone. Fortunately an uncle
t of Ben's, Mr. Thomas by name, came and
ook the lonely boy to his home. He was
a very kind old man and soon loved the
bright, earnest child, who was so honest
and upright. >?. /.v /<■
Ben did not like to be idle, so his uncle
promised that he would try to secure him
a position in some city store where he
might obtain a thorough business train
ing and have a chance to rise.
One evening on his return from the city
Mr. Thomas called the boy to his side. I
IN CHILDHOOD`S
REALM
and told him that he had secured for him
the much-desired place, in a large dry
goods establishment. The next morning
found Ben and his uncle at the store
where Ben was to commence his work in
the ereat city. Mr. Granger, the man
ager, shook hands, and pleasantly said:
"I'm glad to see you, Ben. You look like
an honest lad, and I'm sure you will do
your duty. I shall give you $4 a week to
commence with, and shall increase your
salary if you prove faithful."
As Ben was not to report for duty until
the next morning Mr. Ti.omas and he
spent the remainder of the day in sight
seeing.
At 8 o'clock, bright and eager, Ben was
at his post, ready to begin his work of
unpacking and delivering goods.
Among the other clerk-, in the place was
a boy named Fran* Guno, who was a few
years older than Ben. As soon asFrank saw
Bjn's willingness to work, and pleasing,
courteous manners, he became very jeal
ous of him, for he knew such a boy was
bound to be a favorite. He determined
right away to get him discharged if pos
sible, and succeeded in his evil purpose
before Ben had been working a month.
It happened in this way : One morning
one of ihs clerks had to take down a larce
case of goods. Before doing so he took
from his pocket a handsome gold watch
which he prized very highly, as it bad
been given to him by members of the
firm. He laid it in a safe place on a shelf
and went on with his work.
The case was heavy and it took a lone
time to get it down and up on the elevator.
Meanwhile Frank Guno, ever on the
alert tor a chance to accomplish his ob
ject, had seen the clerk place the watch
on the shelf and thought, "Now'a ray
time! I'll take it and then arouse suspi
cion against Ben Gray. Dara him, with
his 'Yes, sirs.' I hate him!"
So, when he was left alone he slipped
tne watch into his pocket, and when he
w?nt home to his lunch, which was in a
few moments, he hid the timepiece in
some old papers at the bottom of a trunk
ir. his room.
When the clerk returned to get his
: watch before going to the salesroom he
found, of course, that it had disappeared.
He immediately reported his loss at the
office, and one by one the employes were
called and carefully questioned, among
others the new-comer, Ben.
Tne clerks knew nothing about it, and
they talked it over earne-tly among them
selves. All save Ben had been working
for the firm for years, some of them hav
ing commenced when younper, even, than
the orphan boy.
On Frank's return from his lunch he
Jhe Gour\trvj Boy.
Who know* where the wild bir-i hids* its nest?
Who knows where the fishing is the best?
Who knows where the ripe nuis patter down.
And just when they burst their burrs ao
brown?
The country boy.
THE SAN FRANCISCO CALL, SUNDAY, JUNE 6, 189?.
found »1' of bis fellow-workers in a stcte '
of ere: t excitement. He was indignant
when be, 100, was called to tbe office p.nd
questioned concerning the missing prop- j
erty.
He stoutly asserted that he had not been
in that part of the basement all day, and
as stoutly affirmed that be had seen Ben
CO there about the time of the loss. Ue
managed during the afternoon, by a look
now anii a wosd dropped once in a while,
to awaken a great deal of suspicion against
Ben, who felt that he was suspected of '
having committed the theft. So it was
with a sad heart and slow step that our
little hero answered the second call that
day from Mr. Granger's office. "I am
sorry, my boy," be said. "Of course, no
one saw you do it, but I have never before j
had anything stolen in my establishment.
My other clerks are all tried and true.
Here is your money. Go!"
Poor Ben! With a heavy heart he re
turned to his uncle's home that night and
poured his troubles into the sympathizing
ear of his only earthly friend.
"Uncle, tell me," he cried, "you trust
me, don't yon?"
"Trust you, my boy, why of course I
trust you. You brace up, laddie, trust in
God and all will come out right in the end
for you, see if it don't."
Ben waited day after day, sometimes
with patience and sometimes very impa
tiently. It seemed as though his heart
would burnt with such a cloud banging
over his young life
Meanwhile Mr. Thomas had gone to the
dry-goods bouse and had a long talk with |
ihe managers. From there ha wentdi
iect!y to the detectives' office and set
them to work to solva the myste ry.
But to return to Frank. Some way he
didn't feel so happy after all to be rid of
his rival, and almost wished he had not
played such a mean trick on the fellow.
In a few days it happened that he be-
Jhe Qirl and the Cup.
A little girl wiping the dishes one day
Picked a fine piece of ehinauaro up.
" Now, May, do be careful," her mother said,
Be sure you don't drop that cup.
" For if you do you'll catch it. you know I"
" Why, mamma," said May, "don't you see
If I drop it and catch it it cannot break,
So why should you punish me 1"
Drawings and rhymes by
Marie Jewell Parish (C. K. CJ.
came suddenly very ill and was confined
to bis bed suffering greatly. One morn*
me his landlady Kent a maisaL-e to Mr
Granger stating that the doctor said
Frank could not possibly recover and that
she would like them to come to see him,
as his friends all lived in a distant city.
Mr. Granger had gone to the seaside for
the summer so the message was delivered
to the head clerk, the one who had lost
his watch. He had always thought a
gieatdealof Frank and hastened to his
bedside. What was his surprise on open
ing the door to see his beloved watch
lying on the table by the bed. He could
scarcely believe his own eyes and ex
claimed, "My watch!" Frank, who was
almost at the point of death, with many
tears confessed to having committed the
crime and also told the motive which had
prompted him to do it. He said : "It was
not lor the money the watch would bring,
but I was jealous of Ben and was afraid
you would all love him better than you
did me. Oh, sir, if I could only undo the
wrong I have done before I die I Will you
write to him for me, sir, and tell him bow
sorry I am?'
•'Certainly, my boy; say no more about
it."
Just then the doctor entered and the
gentleman returned to the store. That
evening a letter went from him to Ban,
bearing the glad tidings that all suspicion
had been cleared away from tho name of
Ben Gray, and that the real culprit had
confessed.
Mr. Granger learned all about it on his
A BASKET OF JUNE ROSES.
! return to the city and immediately sent
for Bon.
"Ben. my poor boy, forgive me; forgive
us all. You may come back to me, if you
will; not to your old po ition, but to one
i much higher. My boy, I shall try to make
you forget the great injustice done you
by my firm."
And he aid. In a year Ben had climbed
still higher up the ladder, and now,
though but a young man, he is one of the
most active and trusted members of the
largest dry-goods firm in the city.
Poor Frank, he never recovered, but a
happy smile flitted across his face the \
day that Ben whispered in his ear,
"That's all right, old lellow; I forgive
you— freely forgive you."
Juliette Dbiscoll (C R. C).
Rosemary, Pansies and
Roses.
Thero are some experiences in life so joy
ful that they never die out of remem
brance, and there are some so *ad that
after many years the briefest mention of
them will bring back the old pangs and
awaken the old anguish. Such are some
of the remembrances of the war we waged
for f-eeriom. How dreadful wer* those
days! Mo hers and wives, old men and
maiden-, and even little children felt the
home grow suddenly dark when the young
men went to the war. There was danger
and death in the tented field, and many a
time deep sighs broke the silence around
the camprire at night; but there was
anguish ai-o in the homes, and breaking
hearts kept solemn time to the rolling of
the distant drum. And when the short,
sharp messaee came, as it did thousands
of times, breaking the suspense of some
quiet home with the sad news that a son,
or a brother, or a husband had been shot,
then many a wife and many a motfier
bowed the bend in speechless «orrow, and
many a iiray-haired fainer broke forth in
sobs: "Would to God 1 had died for thee,
mv son ! my s >n!"
If all the stories of great grtef that
wrung the hearts of fathers and mothers,
of wives and lovers, could bo folly told
the record would be enough to make the
angels pause ana change their songs for
tears. Many of these heroic souls are liv
ing still, keening greenest of all things on
earth tne memory of their soldier dead.
Every soldier's grave has become an altar,
and it seems that since our Heroes died
there are fresh reasons why the month of
May should cover all the land with flow
ers. We bring rosemary for remembrance
of their gallant deeds and pansies for
proud thoughts of their devotion and
roses that remind us of their heart's blood
so freeiy shea and lilies as graceful and
fair as their young iives offered on the
altar of freedom. They being dead yet
speak to us. They bid us forget all the
bitterness of that dark time, and while
we cherish loving thoughts of them they
bid Ui love and serve the land for which
they died. Thomas W. Hasfokd.
A Legend of the Rose
An early English explorer and writer
tells the following pretty legend about the
origin of the rose:
Once upon a time there was a lovely
Jewish maiden named Ziilah. In love
with her was one Hammal, a man most
cruel and degraded.
Her nature being as pure and sweet as
her person was beautiful she repulsed the
love and advances of such a man. This,
of course, made him very angry, and to
be revenged he faisely accused her of hav
ing committed sucli terrible crimes that
she was condemned to be burned at the
stitke.
When brought to the spot the flames
did no harm to the innocent girl, but they
readied out and consumed her cruel lover.
She prayed to her Father in heaven for
heip when the fire began to burn about
her, and her supplication was immediately
u ranted, for the flames were quenched.
Right there the burning brands turned to
beautiful red roses and the others to white
ones.
Those were the first roses that any man
ever saw.
The children had written compositions
on the giraffe. They were reading them
aloud to the class. At last the time came
lor little Willie Doran to read his. It was
as foliows: "The giraffe is a dumb animal
and cannot express itself by any sound,
because its neck Is so long its voica gets
tired on its way to its mouth."
Baby.
You cannot tell, you do not know,
The magic of a child's caress,
The tender pat Irom baby hands,
Or how they can tne heart Impress
With gentle laughter, soft and low—
Unless you own, you cannot know.
You cannot dream, you do not know.
The jor to hold a tiny form.
To gather closely to your heart,
To feel its loving kisses warm,
To hear it cooing, soft and low—
Unless you own, you cannot know.
You cannot guess, you do not know,
The pleasure that a baby brings
Until you cuddle in your arms
Thii dearest of all earthly things.
To watch its dimples come and go—
Unless you own, you cannot know.
R. W. Rigqb.
[Written for Childhood's Realm.]
He— l ran across grandmother in the
park yesterday.
Ilia Aunt— Oh. dear! I didn't know
that you rode a bicycle.
"Darline, did you sing any pretty songs
at Sunday-'chool ?"
'Yes, mamma; we sang a lovely one
about 'Greenland's icecream mountains.' "
• — ♦ — •
Master — Who can tell me what U3efui
article we get from the whale? Johnny —
Whalebone. Master— Right. Now, what
little boy or girl knows what we get from
the seal? Tommy— Sealing wax. .
Now, hail to summer, every one I
And this the simple reason :
What can we do when spring has gone
But hail another season ?
Carrie Gonsalves (C. r. c.).
A Mishap.
By Minnie A. Velladoes (C. R. C.)
Guy was a city boy. One summer hU mother
took him Into me country to spend his vaca
tion at his Uncle Dick's.
His cousin Lily was two years younger than
himself, but she knew much more than he
did about trees and flowers, animals and birds.
She was a merry, good-hearted little girl, and
as she was generally willing to give up her
own way so her city cousin might have a good
time she and Guy got along famously.
They had no end of fun in the hayfield, toss
ing the fragrant nay, picking berries in the
meadow and gathering flowers or lerns In the
woods.
On rainy days they played in the woodhouse
chamber or in the barn, and had they been
asked which they enjoyed the better rainy or
sunshiny days I believe they would not have
known what to say.
One morning, while in the woods, they spied
a bird's nest on the branch of a tall tree and
Guy said: "I'll climb up and see what kind of
birds are in the nest." "I wouldn't" whis
pered Lily, "you will frighten the birds, or
you"llfall! Please don't, Guy."
But master Guy, bent on having his own
way, caught hold of a low bough and pulled
himself up, band over hand.
Just as he thought, himself safe and near the
nest, crack! went the bough and down he
tumbled into the underbrush, tearing his
clothes, scratching his face and bruising his
limbfi.
Then he felt very much ashamed of himself,
and sat down and cried and scolded, until
Lily, sorry as she was for his mishap, could not
help laughing.
I am not positive, but I think the mother
bird up in the tree looked down over the edge
of her pretty little nest and laughed, too.
A Little Wiseacre.
"Now what do you think, dear mamma?'
I heard a sweet child say —
As she came to her mother's bedside
Soon after the dawn of day.
"Now listen to me. dear mamma.
And I'll tell you what was said
By a beautiful white angel,
That stood beside my bed.
"She said—' There came from heaven
A blue-eyed baby boy,
Be fell right into your mamma's ami *»< . .
And filled her heart with 307.'
"And I have come, dear mamma,
To see if this is true,
And to see the blue-eyed baby
That the angels gave to you."
And when I showed her the baby,
She said as she looked very wis? :
" Mamma, we don't want to keep him
If he makes up such faces and cries."
Addie F. Bartley.
• — • — •
"Willie," said his mother, "did you say
your prayers last night like a good little
boy?" v
"No, ma'am," replied Willie, "I said
'em like a bad little boy."
THE LETTER BOX
Dear Editress: Here Is my story of "The May
Queen," from Tennyson's poem: It was the
last day in April. Little Alice came running
to her mother, exclaiming: "O mother! to
morrow will be the happiest day of the year,
for I'm to be qneen of the May!" As she said
this her face beamed with pleasure and she
continued: "They say there's many girls with
black eyes, but none so bright as mine, and
that I'm the fairest in all the land."
"I must sleep sound all night, for I must
waken early and gather knots of beautiful
flowers. Oh, thiuk of the joy to really be
Queen of ihe M»v!" She almost danced with
joy as she thought of it.
"Little Effi -■, aud you, too, mother, shall «o
to see me crowned as queen; and all the
shepherds from far away will be there.
"The flowers seem to hnve blossomed on pur
pose; for there is the honeysuckle on the
porch, and the sweet cuckoo-flowers in the
meadow, and on the marsh the marigolds
shine like fire," she said.
She was so happy that everything looked
bristht to her. She thought that even the stars
shone clearer as they passed.
"The valley will all be green and fresh and
the cowslips aud crowfoot will be blooming
on the hilU, whiie the little river will dance
more gayly through the flowery dale.
"You must call me very early, mother dear
for to-morrow I'll truly be Qaeeu of the May."
With tfiat Alice ran off to bed to dream of
being a happy May Queeu.
Ethel F. McClpre (C. R. C).
Roseville.
Dear Fditor: I am a little jtirl 8 years old
and hßv.' a pet dog named Leo. We have a
nest ot young birds iv a honeysuckle vine
over our window. Our scnool will soon be out
and I shall be sorry, tecause I like to go to
school. I attend Sunday-school every Sunday.
We had our pictures taken the other day.
This is my first letter to The Call. From your
new Hiend, Auda l. Aluebt.
Summer.
Klamath Falls, Or., June 1, 1897.
Dear Editress: I read the children's page
and like it very much. I should like to be a
member of the C. R C. We live on a hillside
and have a nice green lawn. We go camping
every summer up on the Klamath Indian
reservation. I have been going to school tare*
years and am in the fourth grade.
Our town is close by a lake, and every sum
mer a number of people irom San Francisco
come hero on their way to Spring Creek to
fish, Jessie Hals.
Sierra City, CaL
Dear Editress: , I received my badge safely'
and am very much pleased with it. Tuo Chil- ■
dren's Page Is very interesting this week. I
forgot to mail the letter I wrote last week. I
laid it on | the table and forgot it, but I shall
not let it happen again. My dog named Mike
was drowned, last week in the river. The
water is so high that no dog could get out. He *
was very smart and ho would sit up on his
hind legs ana pack mail, wood, buckets and
anything he could get in his mouth. My
horse is here, and Igo after cows. It is very ■
nice riding on the horse. Your reader, .'■
Theo. Joos (C. R. C.)
Benicia, Oil. ;' •
Dear Editor. I have seen many little boys'
end girls' letters In The Call, but none from".
Benicia. I have two doves, a horse, some
pigeons, a duck and a canary bird. lam four
years old. I have a brother six years old. I
enjoy bearing the Children's Page read to me.
I hope my letter will escape the wastebasket,
Your friend, • Alice Shade.
San Luis Obispo, Cal., May 25, 1897.
Dear Editor and Readers of the Call: I have
never written to The Call, before so I shall
write to-day. I see that the C. R. C club is in
creasing all the time, and the letter-box too.
Our school will be out Friday. I am in the.
fifth grade. My teacher's name is Miss Lawer
ence. Our schoolhouse is made of brick. It
has eight rooms in it. We have a good many
pigeons. I try the puzzles in every Sunday*
paper. I will send in a story some day, Your
constant reader. Lucil Dart.
P. S.— l snould like to belong to me C. R. C.
I would be happy to sec my letter in print.
■].C^i Vebnalis, May 25, 1897.
Dear Editress: I should like to be a member
of the C. It. C. My brother Willard is a mem
ber, and is very proud of it. I have the nicest
pet, I think, of any little girl that has written
to you, and it in my baby brother. His name
is Eiwyn. He is so cute, and plays and talks
with me. I used to live in the City, but now I
live in the country. I think it a lot nicer, and
wiil tell you why next time I write. Your new
friend, Nellie M. Difft. '
NeW Puzzles for dune.
Word squares:
I—l. Aid. *4
2. Wrong-doing.
3. To exist.
4. A supplication.
Original. Eva M. Bolger (C. R. C.). .
ll— l. A ruler.
2. An image.
3. A sound.
4. A valley.
Original. F. A>thes (C. R. C).
Ill— l. The name of a month.
2. Employs.
3. The pole of a cart.
4 To see. Editress.
Diamond.
1. A consonant in able.
2. A winged insect.
3. A girl's name.
4. A measure.
5. A vowel in able.
Original. Max Selig (C. R. C.) •
V. STAND TAKE 2 TAKINGS ;
I U THROW MY
Selected. . B. O. Lincoln (C. R. C).
VI. Two a's, two r's, two m's and a g,
Put them together,
And spell what you see.
Original. Beckie He ins (C. R. C). '.
VII. aaaaaa, bb, ddd, ;■■• }\
eeeee, f, g, i, m,
nn, 00, rrrrr,
ssss, tut, v, v, w. i - ;•
The aDova letters, when properly arranged,,
form a maxim containing nine words. . .
Helen E. See (C. R. C). "
VII. CROSS WORD ENIGMA. = .;
My 1 is in red", but not in white.
My 2 is in box, out not in fight.
My 3 is in sou, not in daughter.
My 4 is in bread, also in water. \
To me, Nature has given richest dower, "
For of all, I am the fairest flower.
Original. Elsie Davis (C. S. C.),..
IX. 1-7 of Wyoming, . .
1-8 of Nebraska, - . . ..
1-6 of Kansas, - . ■
1-4 of Utah,
1-8 of Illinois,
1-10 of California,
1-6 of Oregon,
1-7 of Montana,
1-7 of Arizona and
1-7 of New York,
Arranged correctly, spell the name of a city la
the United States. ,-;;..>.
Original. Lizzie Gerdes (C. R. C).
X. Patriotic days of June.
State briefly what occurred on the given
date and in what year.
(a) June 14.
(b) June 15.
(c) June 17.
(d) June 23.
y\r\sWers for May 30. . :
I. Memoria day.
11. CLEAR
LEAVE
EAVES
AVERT
RES T a
111. ROAD
OTTO
ATOM
DOME
IV. A sea anemone,
V. Presbyterian. Patience. Wealth.
VI. Memorial day.
VII. A caterpillar.
VIII. Eve ate (8) and Adam ate (8) too (2).
8+82=90.
IX. Duc(k+kinc— ducking. „
X. Ham, liar, ram, coin, bill— Abraham Lin*
coin.
Solders.
. Answers to puzzles of May 30 have been re
ceived from the following members of C. R. C:
Eva M. Bolger, 6; Alice Bell, 9; M. Eva
Navone, 7; M. Lagomarslno, 8; Retha Wai
dau,7.
From non-members for May 23: Elsie
Davis, 5.
For May 30: Elizabeth Wells.
Correspondents' Golumn.
Mary A. and Mary R.— Please send answers
to contributed puzzles for convenience of
editress. Write ou only one side of your
papei. . ::>;; .^
IX H. O.— The policy of The Call does not
admit of the offering of any prize whatever. •
Lighthouse Boy— Members cf the C. R. C. are
making inquiries about you constantly.
Letters Received.
Besides letters published, pleasant com*
mumcations have been received from the fol
lowing: Nona Herbert (C. R. C), Ethel • Me-
Clure (C. R. C), Beckie Heino (C. R. C), Alice
Belt (C.R. C.). Marie J. Parish (C. R. 0.),
Charles H. Owens (C. R. C), Mary Alves, Marr
Rodger, Ariel Will (C. C), Alice D. Johnson,
Ellen M. C. Tubb (C. R. C).
Exchanges.
Weeklies for Young People* '
Harper's Round Table.
Youth's Companion.
Golden Days.