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JUNIOR EDITORIAL CORNER The Junior Call, Third and Market streets, San Francisco, Cal., Saturday, April 1, 1911. Here I am, Juniors, bright and early. And already I've been fooled so many times that my head certainly begins to swim. I actually forgot the time of year -when I started off this morning, but I wasn't left napping long. Just as I came out of the front gate one of the neighbor boys hailed me: "Hey there! Alonzo," he cried, "what's the matter with your tail?"' In stinctively I wiggled that member and it worked all right. A scream of derision greeted the wiggle and I quickly looked behind to sec what the trouble was. "Oh, Alonzo," he cried, "you're easy. April fool!" "Tut! tut!" said I to myself, "this will never do." I proceeded on my way, when suddenly I spied one of the Juniors, I'm not going to tell you which one. "Hello, Alonzo," he cried, "where are you going?" "Down to The Call office," I replied with dignity. "Terrible, wasn't it?" he remarked. "Wasn't what terrible?" I asked. "Why, the fire, of course, you ninny," he replied and turned away. "Alonzo," said I, "there's something going on in this town that you evidently don't know anything about Bestir yourself." I halted the lad. "Where did you say the fire was?" I asked. "The fire? Why, Alonzo, don't you know that The Call building burned down last night?" Right then I am quite sure you could have knocked my eyes off with a stick. "Burned do —" I barked. "Sure. Go down and see for yourself," 6aid my friend. I didn't wait for any more, but laid my tail flat on my back, put my ears flat on my head and made for town in a series of long rabbit jumps. "11l just give those people an imitation of a Httle dog in a big hurry," said I. I took the middle of Market street, and I surely did attract some attention. Suddenly I glimpsed the great dome afar. "Thank heaven, it's still standing!" I thought, and raced on the faster. As I came nearer there didn't seem to be as much excitement about the fire as I had expected to encounter. I couldn't see that there was any crowd in front of the building at all, and I began to slow down. "April fool, Alonzo!" and I looked lip to see my Junior friend stepping off a streetcar. "My, but you can run!" he exclaimed. "You beat the car in." "Inside you go, Alonzo," said I; "you're not fit to be trusted alone. Its dangerous." I entered the elevator. "Good morning, Alonzo," said the elevator man. "Fine morning, isn't it?" He slammed to tbe gate, when without any warn ing we shot up into space at a terrific rate. Everything about me that could rise—hair, ears and tail —stood up at a perpendicular angle and rose with the elevator. When we had reached the sixth floor we stopped with a terrific jolt, and before I could collect myself mentally, began to drop. I just nat urally got seasick. That was all there was to it. There are some things that a dog can't stand, and going down fast fn an elevator is one of them. I gave vent to a howl of pure dismay, and flat on my back lifted my four feet to heaven. "Why, what's the matter, Alonzo?" asked the elevator man, bringing the car to a stop. "Here's your floor." I scrambled to my four feet in astonishment. "Why, I thought the elevator was falling," I said. "Oh!* laughed the man; "nothing so serious as that. Just a little April fool joke." You already know how the Pup took advantage of my trusting nature. By that time my collar was getting pretty warm, and I decided to take a hand in the game myself. I sent the Pup out of th< office on some pretext or other, and while he was away poured a bottle of gory red ink down my front. Just as he came in the door I flopped over on the desk and began to groan in a most hideous fashion. Puppy's fur just rose on end. "Run for the doctor, Pup," I cried; "I've been murdered," One glance at my red front was enough, and away he sped, returning with a doctor, a trained nurse and an ambulance in no time. I recovered sufficiently to enable the physician to diagnose my case. Puppy immediately dried his tears and endeavored to make me believe that he knew the joke all the time. This week I received a note from one of the Juniors who said that her grandfather's dog, Dandy, would like to meet me. Which is very nke of Dandy, and some time I trust a meeting can be arranged. In the meantime, remember me to my new friend and give him my very best wishes. I hope none of you had as strenuous a set of experiences as I had today. It's really wearing on a person's nervous system. Write to me. ALONZO. I SHORT BARKS FROM ALONZO ~f -♦— «•» ! 1 * The man who invented April Fools' day must have been the victim of a practical joke. This is the day we play jokes, by the way From morning's first rays until night; j We pu'l the cat's tail And then laugh at her wail, And tic the new pop to a kite. The other day I was hurrying along Grant avenue when I spied a man ahead of me wearing a most abominably shaped pair of trousers. "Now, wljat d'ye think of that?" I said to a friend. "That man's tailor ought to be arrested.' "Wake up, Alonzo," said my friend; "that s a lady in a harem skirt. You never can tell. Mrs. Master is having a terrible time with her Easter bonnet. The milliner, who is giver, to realism, suggested that the have a cottontail on it; but Mrs. Master said if she couldn't have a velvet or satin tail, or a real fur tail, she wouldn't have any tail at all. And now the milliner is wondering just what Mrs. Master thought she meant. The Pup expects to get a corner on eggs this Easter. Instead of pre paring a nest for the bunnies, he is planning to hand up his stocking all same Christmas, as he figures that the latter will hold more than a nest. But I'm ciuite sure that no rabbit on earth, no matter how -foolhardy, is going to run A. •i. t f..»i;.-,rr lUim v vfrirkiiicr. I wouldn't if 1 were a rabbit: would you? 'nil-: SAN FRANCISCO CALL, SATURDAY, APRIL 1, 1911.— THE JUNIOR CALL. DRAWING CONTEST Two prizes will be given for the two best drawings submitted by the Juniors each week, the prize winning sketches to be reproduced in the paper. The prizes awarded will be the best books for boys and girls obtainable, and will embrace fiction, travel, fairy lore, aeroplane building, etc. These books are the newest publications, and are being received every day from the east. This week's subject is: "CLIMBING THE LADDER." Be sure to give your name, age and school, as in the puzzle and writing contests; and, above all things, use black ink for your sketches, as the blue fluid will not permit of reproduction. Prize winners will be an nounced in the paper of April 15. ' Below are reproduced toe two prize winners for this week. ♦ "ON THE BEACH" it , . . —_____ ■—— ; 1 ; » |: ?- Awarded a prize. Drawn b$ Hazel Pepper, Shson. Age 15. | > * — : '■ .—. '- : ' • ——, —— » Awarded a prize. Drawn by Anita Morton, 2025 Alhton J»as, Berkeley. Age 13. ♦ —■ ■ —♦ LEGEND OF THE WOODPECKER Away, away in the northland, Where the hours of the day are few. And. the nights are bo long In winter That they can not sleep them through, They M»H a curious Btory, I do not believe it is true; And yet you may learn a lesson If I tell this tale to you: Onef, when good Saint Peter Lived in this world below, And walked about at preaching (Just as he did, you know). He came to the door of a cottage, In traveling 'round the earth. Where a little woman was making cakes And baking them on the hearth. Being faint wRh fasting— For the day was almost done — He asked her, from her store of cakep, To give him a single one. So she took a tiny scrap of dough And rolled and rolled it flat. And baked It as thin as a wafer, But «he couldn't part with that. Then she kneaded another, And still a smaller one, But H looked, when she turned it over, As large as the first had been. She said, "My cakes that seem so small When I eat them all myself, Are yet too large to give away," So she laid them on the shelf. •» 1 —— 1 Pointless Hatpins A pointless hatpin, with interchange able heads ha» become popular Jn Paris. Having no point to protrude beyond the side of the hat, It 1b obvious that Then good Saint Peter grew angry, For he was hungry! and faint, And surely such c a woman . : Was enough to provoke a saint. He said, "You 'are far too selfish To: dwell iln ; human; form. You have both food and shelter And a fire !to keep you warm. , ; "Now you shall live as the birds do, And get your scanty food . , , " ' By boring and boring and boring ' •*■ All day in the hard, dry wood." ' So up through the chimney she went. Never speaking a word. And out at the top flew a woodpecker— For she was changed to a bird. She had a scarlet hood on her head, That.was left the same,: -. .".•.' But all the rest of her clothes were burned .; t/ •. ; ■ ■ '■■,■' '-.'>!. - As black as the coal in the flame, c > And every country '. schoolboy • ' c ,,;;; i . Has seen her in the wood, . • V ■■. ■, ■._• Where she lives to this very day. .>• » Boring and boring for food. .: : -i This is the lesson'she teaches: , , -' ". Live not for yourself • alone,* . ..., l^est : the needs you ;do not pity ■ ..■:, May one day be your own. Give plenty of what is given you - And list: to pity's call; . : :. Don't think the little you give Is great. Nor the much you have is small. •;,," . .'' —' ' / —-—- ■ i' > the pin will not endanger the eyes of other people. Each hatpin is in reality two pins with one head, the pin part sliding through a starlike fixture per manently attached to the hat. Heads of various designs are provided with, each pin.