Democratic Sentinel, Volume 15, Number 22, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 19 June 1891 — LITTLE BOYS AND GIRLS. [ARTICLE+ILLUSTRATION]

LITTLE BOYS AND GIRLS.

THIS IS THEIR DEPARTMENT OF THE PAPER. Quaint Sayings and Doings of Little Ones Gathered and Printed Here for Other Little Folks to Bead.

Bert and the Bee«. . Bert had three buckets to bring from the spring. They were pretty big buckets, and the spring was at the foot of the hill., The weather was getting warm, too. He tugged away at one bucket and got it up; then he lay down on the back porch to rest. “Hello, Bert! Sun’s not down yet,” said his father, coming into dinner from corn-planting. “I wish I were a big man,” said lazy Bert, “and didn’t have to carry water.” “But you would have to plant corn and sow wheat, and cut, and reap, and thresh, and grind,” laughed his father. “I don’t mean to work when I am big,” grumbled Bert. “Then you will be a drone,” said his father. “What is a drone?” asked the little boy. “A bee that won’t work; and don’t you know that the bees always sting their drones to death and push their bodies out of the hives ?” The farmer went off to wash for dinner, and Bert dropped asleep cn the steps and dreamed that the bees were stinging nis hands and face. He started up, and found that the sun was shining down hotly on him, stinging his face and hands, sure enough. He hurried down to the spring, and finished his job by the time the horn blew for dinner. “Father,” he asked, while he cooled his soup, “what makes the bees kill their drones ?” “God taught them,” answered his father; “and oneway or another God makes all lazy people uncomfortable. Doing with our might what our hands find to do is the best rule for little boys and big men, and I wouldn’t be surprised if the angels lived by it, too.” Eccentric Matches. A child detests soap. How it would amuse a child to behold a number of matches rushing away .from soap!

Place some matches in a basin of water iu the shape of a star, as in illustration No. 2. * Take a piece of soap, cut into a point, insert it into the water in the middle of the matches, and lo! they will fly from it in every direction as if in horror. If you wish to bring the matches together again you will treat them as you would children, with a lump of sugar. Dip the sugar in the

water and little bits of wood will come swimming to it as though they yearned for a sip of its sweetness.— Once a Week. The Little Darling*' Ideas. A family on Fourteenth avenue is blessed with olive branches—eightseven girls and one boy. Recently a new little girl arrived, and the eldest daughter exclaimed, ip tones of the deepest concern: “Another daughter to marry off! This is awful!” When her father and mother were discussing the all important question of the name for the midget ths eldest of the household was heard from again. “I think,” said she, emphatically, “you had better call her ‘Amen.’”— Detroit Tribune. “Papa.” inquired the editor’s only son, “what do you call your office ?” “Well,” was the reply, “the world calls an editor’s office the sanctum sanctorum, but I don't ” “Then, I guess,” and the boy was thoughtful for a moment, “that mamma’s office is a spanctum spanctorum, isn’t it?”—Washington Star. A Negley avenue small boy of three years is just learning his catechism. “Who made you?” asked his mamma. “God.” “What did He make you of?” “He made me of dust, but He put a skin on to keep the dust from falling out.”— Pittsburg ChronicleTelegraph. Habby—Bo-hoo! 80-hoo! Freddy Jones keeps hitting me. Nurse—An’ why don’t you hit him back? Harry—

I did hit him first, and it didn’t do any good.— Life. "Mamie,” said papa, “won’t you have a little piece of this chicken ?” “No, thank you,” said Mamie. “What! no chicken ?” “Oh, yes; I’ll have chicken, but I don’t want any little piece.”— Harper's Young People.

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