Democratic Sentinel, Volume 15, Number 21, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 12 June 1891 — FOR OUR LITTLE FOLKS. [ARTICLE+ILLUSTRATION]

FOR OUR LITTLE FOLKS.

A COLUMN OF PARTICULAR INTEREST TO THEM. What Ch'ldren Have Done, What They Are Doing, and What They Should Do to Paw Their Childhood Days. Baby’s Catechism. Where did you come from, baby dear? Out of nowhere Into here. Where ..Id you get those eyes of blue? From the skies as I came through. What makes the light in them sparkle and spin? Berne of the starry spikes let in. Where did you get that little tear? I found It when I got here. What makes your forehead so smooth and high? A soft hand stroked it as I went by. What makes your cheek Like a warm red rose? I saw something better than any one knows. Whence that three-cornered smile of bliss? Three angels gave me it at one kiss. Where did you get this pearly ear? God spoke, and it came out to hear. Every Hoy His Own Blrdmaker. If yon would like to amuse the juniors of the family, gather up'a lot of old corks and proceed to whittle out the main parts of the birds shown in

the accompanying cut from GoldenDays. These birds are made with cork, matches and hairpins. They are “too comicid for anything.” Extremely Frank. “Now, Robbv, if you don’t want to go to Bessie Smith’s party, you must write a note and tell her so; and be sure and get it polite. You will find some models in this book of etiquette,” said Mrs. Carhart to her little son. Robbv struggled with the problem for an hour, and then presented for his mother’s inspection the following truthful but unconventional effusion: “Mr. Robert Carhart declines with" pleasure Miss Bessie Smith’s kind invitation for the 14th, and thanks her extremely for having given him the opportunity of doing so.”— Harper’s Bazar. All the Fifference in the World. A smart girl went to a children’s party the other afternoon. After she had returned home she said to her parents: “At the party a little girl fell from a chair to the floor. All the other girls laughed, but I didn’t.” “Well, why didn’t you laugh?” “ ’Cause I was the one that fell through.” tIt was the same little girl who, after a trip in the country, remarked, wistfully: “I wish I had a house out of doors.”

In No Danger. Little Dick—Mamma, mayn’t I have some of that black coffee ? Mamma—Mercy! No; it will make you jump out of your boots! “Oh, no, mamma; my boots is awful tight.”— Street & Smith’s Good News. Sayings and Doings of Little People. A little Massachusetts boy, who deserves election to the Law and Order League, recently printed a sign and fastened it on one of the posts of the front piazza. The sign read: “No smokc-ness, nor drunk-ness, nor swearwords, nor wickedness ’round this house.” “Of course we don’t do such things,” said little Master Yirtue, “but I thought it would be good to have the sign up there for the tin peddlers and the visitors to read.”— Wide Awake. Flossie is six years old. “Mamma,” the asked, one day, “if I get married will I have to have a husband like papa?” “Yes,” replied the mother, with an amused smile. “And if I don’t get married will I have to be an old maid like Aunt Kate ?” “Yes.” “Mamma”—after a pause—“it’s a tough world for us women, ain’t it ?”