Democratic Sentinel, Volume 16, Number 16, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 6 May 1892 — An Obedient Prince. [ARTICLE]

An Obedient Prince.

Some time ago an amusing little anecdote was related about the German Crown Prince while having a lesson In grammar from his tutor. One is now being told about the second son of the Imperial couple, Prince Eitel Fritz. The Emperor is exceedingly strict about his sons’ behavior at table. The other day little Prince Eitel Fritz, using his fingers Instead of his knife and fork, was corrected by his father several times to no purpose. At last the Emperor’s patience was exhausted, and he said; “Children who eat with their fingers are like little dogs who bold their food with their paws. If you use your fingers again you must go under the table, the proper place for little dogs. ” The little Prince did his utmost not to forget this time, and used his knife and fork like a man; but all at once he forgot again, and began using bis fingers. “March under the table,” said his father. Prince Eitel Fritz crept under as bidden. After a little while the

Emperor, thinking the Prince very quiet, lifted up the tablecloth, and peeped underneath. There sat little Prince Eitel Frits undressed. Hia father asked him what he meant by undressing himself. “Little dogs don’t wear clothes, they only have skin,” was the child’s reply. What Came After Supper. Good old Uncle Henry and 4-year-old Tom, his nephew, were in conference. Asked how he put in his tim« the small boy began with breakfast, hurried over play time to dinner, then through more play to supper, and then paused in doubt. “Well, Tom, what comes after sup. per?” asked his uncle. The boy’s big eyes looked fixedly into space, but his lips never moved. “Surely something comes after supper?” the elder repeated. “Y-e-s," said Tom, with a reluctant effort. “Well, what is it?” “1 get whipped, mostly.” Tiresome, but So Very Nice. A pretty fan was presented to a little girl four years of age, and she, wishing to show her new treasure, hung it on her finger and hung it out at arm’s length. A lady on entering the parlor was attracted by the peculiar attitude of the little girl, and finally said to her: “Isn’t It very fatiguing to hold out your arm in that way so long?” Said little Elsi« Tn return, with a deep sigh: “Isn’t 11 always fatiguing to be elegant?" A Little Mixed. “How old are you?” asked the gentleman who came to cal). “Five o’clock,” answered May.— Harper’s Young People.