Democratic Sentinel, Volume 7, Number 52, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 25 January 1884 — Simple Tales for Little Children. [ARTICLE]

Simple Tales for Little Children.

1. Here we have an album, rt is full of pictures for little children n .th dirty fingers to look at. Here are two'uiot.nre* lof papa. This is one of him before no was married to mamma. Ho looks like a two-year-old colt behind a band of music. Here is a picture of papa after he had married mamma. Now lie looks like a government mule hauling a load of pig iron. See if you can put your finger on the nose and the eyes and the mouth of each picture. Turn down a leaf when you come to a pretty picture you like. The baby is eating bread and molasses. Let him take the album and look at the pictures, too. 2. Tliis is a lamp. It is full of nice, yellow oil. Can you light the lamp ? If there is too much oil pour some of it in the stove. Mamma will not miss the oil if you pour it in the stove, but she may miss you. A little oil on the carpet is not a bad thing for the oil, but it is a bad thing for the carpet and you. 3. Do not make a noise or you will wake the policeman. He is sitting on the doorstep asleep. It is very hard on him to have to sleep out of doors these cold nights. Tliere is a bank being robbed around the corner and a woman is being killed in the next block. If the policeman waked up he might Ibid it out and arrest somebody'. Some people believe this is what policemen are for, but the policemen do not think so. 4. Who is this creature with longhair ami a wild eye ? He is a poet. He writes poems on spring and women’s eyes and strange, unreal things of that kind. He is always wishing he was dead, but he wouldn’t let anybody kill him if he could get away. A mighty good sausage-stuffer was spoiled when the man became a poet. He would look well standing un-. der a-descending pile-driver. 5. The girl is at the gate. A young man is coming down the lane. The girl’s papa is sitting ou the front porch. He is very old. He has raised a family of Bieven children. What is the poor old man thinking about, and why does he gaze so intently at his right boot? Maybe be is thinking about raising the young man who is coming down the lane.— Denver Tribune. It was his first letter home from boarding-school, and it read as follows: Dear Father— l write you before I write ma becoz I know you like to see ma mad. I think I will get along with my lessons first-rate. The garden here is full of .ehiokens, which makes the walking bad. In histbry I've got as far as Alexander the Great. He carried a sword to cut knots with. There is an apple orchard half a mile of£ The bovs play ball in it; after that there ain’t much apples. The minister’s son was licked this morning for going a fishing on Sunday. He caught lots of fish, and says he is going again next Sunday. I think I like the minister’s boy a good deal. Send me some mafbles as soon as you can, also a Jack-knife and a top. Two of us bovs left s pieoe of wet soap at the head of the stairs just before daybreak, and by the time the cook got to the bottom she was too sick to get breakfast. We have prayers reg Tar every day, and the teaoher reads out of the Bible, but I don’t think it’s so bully as playing tag in a hay loft. From your affectionate son, Samuel. —Brooklyn Baffle.