Democratic Sentinel, Volume 15, Number 26, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 17 July 1891 — LITTLE BOYS AND GIRLS. [ARTICLE]

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 Head. A Queer Boy. He doesn’t like study, it “weakens bis eyes,” But the “right sort” of book will insure a surprise. Let it be about Indians, pirates, or bears, And he’s lost for the day to all mundane affairs; By sunlight or gaslight his vision is clear. Now, isn’t that queer? At thought of an errand he’s “tired as a hound,” Very weary of life and of “tramping around.” But if there’s a band or a circus in sight, He will follow it gladly from morning till night. The showman will capture him some day, I fear, For he Is so queer. If there’s work in the farden, his head “aches to split,” And his back Is so lame that he “can’t dig a bit.” But mention base-ball and he’s cured very soon; And he’ll dig for a woodchuck the whole afternoon. Do you think he “plays ’possum?” lie seems quite sincere; But—isn’t he queer? A Child’s Peculiar Fancy. Flossie’s grandmother was a nice old lady, but she was very difficult to get along with, and this was particularly true during her last illness, and the child came in for her share of it. One day, shortly after the old lady’s death, Flossie’s mother observed that she was very thoughtful. “What are you thinking about, FlosBie?” “I was just wondering.” she replied, with great seriousness, “how grandma and God are getting along together. ” Washington Star. A Frinos of a Boy. “He is just a prince of a boy,” said Mrs. Hatton, of Willie, and I listened and watched, for a prince, you know, is the son of a king, and I wanted to see if Willie was like a king I read of. When he dropped his hoop and ran in to amuse baby for mamma, and did it so pleasantly, I began to get my answer. When he came out of school, smiling, instead of pouting because he had been kept late, I felt pretty sure. But when he cut his apple in two and gave one-half to ragged Ned Brown, I was satisfied. Yes, Willie is a “prince of a boy,” because he tries to do just like that King who is kind to all, and like that Son of a King who came to minister and not to be ministered unto. — Golden Rule.

Bright Little People. Little Leo, aged three, was watching the sunset. It was- very brilliant, and the clouds, all crimson and gold, had a mottled appearance. “O grandma, grandma,” he cried, “do come quick and See— the moon is melting the Bky!” Edna noticed that papa did not kiss the new baby, so she put her arm around his neck, and said, coaxingly, “Kiss it, papa. It won’t bite.” How Did She Toll? In little Daisy’s dimpled hand two bright new pennies shone; One was for Rob (at school just then), the other Daisy’s own. While waiting Rob’s return she rolled both treasures round the floor, When suddenly they disappeared, and one was seen no more. “Poor Daisy. Is your penny lost?” was asked In accents kind, “Why, no. mine’s here!” she quickly said. “It’s Rob’s I canuot find.” — St. Nicholas Had Not Learned It. It pays to cidtivate habits of politeness aad show deference to those with whom we come in contact. The boy or girl with pleasing habits is pretty •certain to be chosen in preference to the one who is rude in address and manners, if both are seeking the same'situation ; and the same is true throughout life. A gentleman stood in a shop the other day, when a boy came in and applied for a situation. “Can you write a good hand?” was asked. “Yaas.” “Good at figures?” “Yaas.” “That will do—l do not want you,” said the merchant. “But,” said the gentleman, when the boy had gone, “I know that lad to be an honest, industrious bcv. Why don’t you give him a chance ?” “Because he hasn’t learned to say, ‘Yes, sir,’ and ‘No, sir.’ If he answers me as he did when applying for a situation, how will he answer customers after being here a month'?” And the gentleman was silent. The boy had been weighed in the balance, and, because of his lack of politeness, had been found wanting. It pays to be thoughtful and pleasant. Boys! Treat your mother as politely as if she were a strange lady. Be as kind and helpful to your sisters as to other boys’ sisters. Don’t grumble or rlfuse to do some errand which must be done, and which otherwise takes the time of some one who has more to do. Have your mother and sisters for your best friends. Find some amusement for the evening that all tUe family can join in, large and small. Be a gentleman at home. Cultivate a cheerful temper. If yon do anything wrong, take your mother into your confidence. Never lie about anything you have done. It Fays to Be in Earnest. A boy was once walking along a dusty road. The sun was very warm and oppressive; but, as was his usual way, he stepped along quickly, thinking that the faster he walked the sooner he would reach the end of his journey. He soon heard a carriage coming, and when it had caught up with him the driver reined in his horse and kindly asked the lad to ride, which invitation he gladly eocepted. When

he was seated in the carriage the gentleman, a good Quaker, said: “I noticed thee walking along briskly, and so asked thee to ride: but if I had seen thee walking lazily, I would not have done so by any means.”—Morning Star. Lutle Walter had been put to bed, and nis mamma had returned to the sitting-room, when a stray cow began lowing near the house. "Mamma, mamma!” called the small man, excitedly, “do you hear that cattle mewing ?" Youth’# Companion. A little boy, seeing his mother take some ducklings from a nest, exclaimed: “Oh, mamma! what kind of chickens are those with mashed moufs and paper ’tween their toes ?”