Democratic Sentinel, Volume 15, Number 40, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 23 October 1891 — FOR OUR LITTLE FOLKS. [ARTICLE+ILLUSTRATION]

FOR OUR LITTLE FOLKS.

A COLUMN OF PARTICULAR INTEREST TO THEM. What Ch'ldren Hava Done, What They Are Doing, and What They Should Da to Fau Their Childhood Day*. A Brave Little Sailor. Uncle Sam is not going to run diorfe of admirals and commodores, as can be seen from the picture of brave little John McVickar Haight, of New York, who stands aloft, the “lord high everything,” on his father's, yacht. There no cord so slender, nor topgallantmast so high as to daunt iiim, although he is so small and looks bo fair and fine. As the little princes

in the Tower looked, so does be with his shining hair and frank blue eyes, and sensitive mouth and smooth, white brow. He has a fine dog called Grouse and a wonderful parrot called Polly, and the same little hands that climb the shrouds feed and care for his pet canary Jeanne. The young sailor is all patience with the mischievous capers of his foxterrier Fido, but with his little donkey he alternates patience and willow switches. Master John has organized a chapter of the Sunny Hour Club, and every week seven or eight little friends meet and tell what they have done to help the poor and the unfortunate. His mother lends all assistance to these embryo philanthropists, and after the business of the hour is over they have a jolly good time. Little McVickar, as he is more often called, speaks English with a purity seldom heard from so young a child, and he also speaks French and German. The Monkey House in Central Park. The monkey house in Central Park is the favorite resort of that halfmillion of children who live in and around New York. Here there are fifty monkeys. In one big cage there are a dozen new monkeys not as yet thoroughly accustomed to civilization. The cage has to be tidied, and so, when the keeper enters with his broom, the whole lot of them squeal and scamper off to the opposite side of the cage, and huddle there. lam certain that they are not really scared, but only pretend. In this lot of monkeys, one two-foot monkey has become the dear friend of a very small one, and so, whenever they scamper from one side of the cage to the other the big one acts as a horse for the little one. All the monkeys are on intimate terms with Mr. Jacob, the keeper, and some are never happy unless they get into his arms or can hang about his neck. As the keeper has to use his broom vigorously in sweeping the floor, it is funny to see him carry around a necklace of live monkeys while at his work. That monkey-house is a scene of perpetual motion. It can be quiet only when all hands are asleep. You will see a monkey perfectly still and motionless, and you will say: “That chap Is dead tired at last. No wonder! Now he is going to take a comfortable nap.” Before you have said that, off is that very same monkey, swinging on the rope, and twice as active and energetic as ever. It was only one of his tricks. You cannot help laughing when a monkey looks at you. If you stare back at him, he will blink and wink, then put his head on oneside with a knowing air, just as would a rude, vulgar little boy when he says; “Whom are you staring at? Hope you'll know me the next time!” If you face him for awhile it will end by the monkey yawning, which means, “You make me very tired.’’—Harper’s Young People.

JOHN M’VICKAR HAIGHT.