Democratic Sentinel, Volume 15, Number 33, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 4 September 1891 — FOR OUR LITTLE FOLKS. [ARTICLE]

FOR OUR LITTLE FOLKS.

A COLUMN OF PARTICULAR INTEREST TO THEM. What Ch'ldren Hava Done, What They Are Doing, and What They Should Do to Paes Their Childhood Day*. Do It. If you have a task to do, lad, do It. Do not dally half a day: get through It. Do not mix your work with play, Do not loiter b< the way. Go and do it rlfht away—do it. If a lesson you should learn, then lear.i it. If the grindstone you must turn, then turn it Strike out boldly like a man; ’Tis by far the better plan. Do the very best you can, lad—do it. If the garden you must till, then till it If the woodbox you should fill, then fill it Though the task be not so fine, Do not fret or mope or whine. Do your duty, line on line, lad —do it Should the wood pile need your strength and muscle. Get your coat <«ff with a lively hustle. Every stick that you shall split Is a tribute to your grit, And will harm you not a whit; then do it

Never mind it if your task seems lowly, Never mind if your reward comes slowly. Keep your conscience clean and white. Keep your courage strong and bright, And you’ll surely win the fight; then do it If you’re good for anything you’ll show it Nover fear but that the world will know it Just pursue your quiet way, Make the best of every day, Do your duty while you may, lad—do it. —M. E. Sanford, in Golden Dayi. The Haby King. The anecdotes current about little Don Alfonso are simply innumerable, and, appealing as they do to every mother’s heart, go far toward increasing the popularity of the throne throughout Spain. He is exceedingly frank and unrestrained in the expression of his opinions, especially when they concern the personal appearance of his lieges, and although extremely disconcerting to the parties immediately concerned, they constitute a source of delight to everybody else. It was only with the greatest difficulty that his mother was able to impress upon him the necessity of abstaining from making remarks of this character in an audible tone of voice at church. Her admonishments, however, bore unexpected fruit. The King manifestly took it for granted that the instructions to remain quiet and silent during divine service applied to others as well as to himself, for shortly afterward, when the royal family ana the court attended mass in state at the Attocha Church, little Don Alfono suddenly interrupted the preacher in the midst of his most impassioned and eloquent peroration by commanding him, in a shrill and piping tone of voice, to be still, and not to make “such a noise in the church.” duven la. Little Habold for the first time saw a tame rabbit twitching its lips as it munched a cabbage leaf. “Oh, look, mamma!” he cried; “the rabbit’s winking at me with its nose!”— Kate Fiela’s Washing ton. Mbs. Johnson —You bad boy (whack; an’t yo’ ashamed to decebe your mudder so? (Whack.) Yo’only hab one mudder in this world, sah! (Whack.) Cuffie —One mudder’s ’nuff! —New York Continent. A kind-heabtEd lady found a youngster crying against a wall on Race street. “ What’s the matter, bubby?” she asked. And bubby answered : “How would you like to wear your long-legged brother’s pants cut down so the bag of the knees came out atjyour ankle ?'”— Philadelphia Record.

“Say, Fred.” said a lad, who in spite of his youth takes a good deal of interest in diplomatic matters, “let’s play diplomacy.” “I don’t know how.” “ITI show you. The first thing for you to do is to go into the parlor and I’ll go into the dining-room, and then we’ll write letters to each other.”— Washington Post. Pupils who learn “by ear,” without thought as to the meaning of things, contrive to afford a good deal of amusement to their teachers. Recently a teacher in a grammar-school asked one of her boys: “What is the meaning of ‘topaz’?” “A topaz,” said the boy, “is where the mules walk when they’re drawing a canal-boat.” The Bangor Commercial prints a story of an Auburn girl who is likely to make an excellent newspaper reporter in the natural course of events. She came home from the grammar school and asked her mother to help her with a composition upon a certain assigned topic. She sat down to write and her mother began to dictate the composition word for word. “Oh, that’s not what I want at all!” exclaimed the girl. “You just give me the facts and I will embellish them.”

Rita is a little woman who lives in Brooklyn. She cares faithfully for a nurseryful of dolls, though of them she loves best the rag baby. Rita is only 3, but she looks forward to the days when she may be charged with the responsibility of living dolls. She has made up her mind already what names to give her little people of that faint and far off generation. “I shall have a lot of girls,” she says, “and call ’em A, B. C, D, and so on, right froo the letters.” “And your boys?” “Oh, if I have boys,” says wise Miss Rita, “I’ll just number’em one, two, free; free’s enough for boys.”— New York Recorder. A wonderfully precocious 5-year-old girl listened, apparently taking no notice, the other afternoon, to a conversation between her mother and a visiting friend. The ladies were discussing the financial straits of a young married couple of their acquaintance, and both freely wondered and expressed their displeasure at the conduct of the wife’s parents in the ease. The condition would be so much ameliorated, they decided, if Mr. and Mrs. S , living alone in a wealthy, luxurious home, would bring the young people under their roof, and thus they chatted over the matter. That night little Lida aroused her mother near midnight. She hurried to the crib in the next room to her own to find the

child wide awake and evidently full of absorbing thought. “I can’t sleep, mamma, said the youngster, “because Fm afraid when I grow up and am married you’ll be like that other lady and not let my husband come to live in your house.” The astonished mother quieted her little daughter’s anxiety by promptly promising in any circumstances to receive her future son-in-law, after which young Lida sunk into peaceful slumber. — New York Times.