Democratic Sentinel, Volume 16, Number 19, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 27 May 1892 — CHILDREN’S COLUMN. [ARTICLE]

CHILDREN’S COLUMN.

A DEPARTMENT FOR LITTLE BOYS AND GIRLS. Something that Will Interest the Juvenile Members of Every Household Quaint Actions and Bright Sayings of Cute Children. At the Musical. The cat on his fiddle thrummed hey-diddle-diddle. In measure delightfully gays And three Uttle kittens waved wildly their mittens. And murmured: *‘How well he does play!” While Puss stamped his boots, thump, thump, on the floor, As a delicate hint that they’d like some mure. Tho Pussy who fell down that terrible well Arrived, rather damp, toward the end, With Pussy Cat Mew, dressed In petticoat new. And Puss from tho corner, her friend. Only uno sent regrots—’-Sadly grieved to have been . , At London detained by a mouse and the Queen. ” —[St Nicholas. Jumping Eggs. riuce two V-shaped wineglasses of tho same size near the edge of a table. In tho right-hand one put ap egg, Just fitting the rim of the glass. Hold tho bases of the glasses firmly down, the top rims touching each other. Now, with a quick, sharp breath, blow upon the line where the egg and the glass meet. The egg will jump to the other glass. With a little practice this can be done every time. Be careful to blow In a line with tho left-hand glass, or tho egg will jump in the wrong. direction, and land on the table with disastrous results.— Youth’s Companion. Faithful. A young Highlander, having set a horse-hair noose In the woods, was delighted ono morning to find a female song thrush entangled. He carried home his prize, put It into a roomy, open-braided basket, secured the lid, and then hung the cago on a nail near tho open window. In the afternoon the parish minister called in and tried to persuade the boy to set the captive fJee. While the clergyman was examining tho bird through the basket his attention was called to another thrush perched on a branch opposite to the window. “Yes,” said the boy, It “followed mo homo all the way from the woods.” It was the captive’s mate, which, having faithfully followed his partner to her prison, had perched himself where he might see her and hear tho sad, broken notes that chirped her grief. Tho clergyman hung the basket against the eaves of tho cottage, and then the two retired to watch what might happen. In a few minutes tho captive whispered a chirp to her mate’s complaint. His joy was unbounded. Springing to the topmost spray of tho tree, he trilled out two or three exultant notes, and then the captive thrust out her head and neck. Then followed a touching scene. The male bird, after billing and cooing with the captlvo, dressing her feathers and stroking her neck, all the while flutr tering his wings and crooning an undersong of encouragement, suddenly assumed another attitude. Gathering up his wings, he began to peck and pull uway at the edges of the hole in the basket’s lid. The bird’s ardent affection and his effort to release his mate touched tho boy. "I’ll let the bird go!" said he, in a sympathetic voice, as he saw his mother wipe her eyes with her apron. The basket was carried to the spot where the bird had been snared. The male thrush followed, sweeping occasionally close past the boy carrying tho basket, and chirping abrupt notes, as if assuring his mate that he was still near her. On arriving at the snare the clergyman begun untying tho knots which secured the lid, while the male bird, perched on a hazel bough not six feet away, watched, silent and motionless, the process of liberation. As soon as the basket-lid was raised, the female thrush dashed out with a scream of terror and joy, while the male followed like an arrow shot from a bow, and both disappeared behind a clump of birch trees.—Golden Days. Children's Wlailiim. The little girl sounded her father on the financial situation. “Papa,” she said, “I want $5.” “Great Scott, child,” the father exclaimed, “what do you want with that much money?” “I want to buy mo a doll.” “But a doll doesn't cost $5. ” “Oh, no, the doll only costs 5 cents, but It takes the rest to buy her clothes. ” The father rubbed his chin thoughtfully for a minute. “My 'dear,” he said, soberly, “you have the ratio about right, but I haven’t the $5. Here’s a dime."— Detroit Free Press. * « » five-year-old Dorothy goes to Sunday school and always learns the golden text. Sometimes her mother is astonished at her application of these bits of Scripture. She was allowed to go to one of the neighbors’ to play one afternoon and looked very sweet In her fresh, dainty gown. It was only a little while, however, before she ran home besmeared with mud from tip to toe. “Oh, Dorothy!”' mamma exclaimed in a discouraged tone. “What shall I do with you?” “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to, mamma.” “But Just look at your clothes, child! What am I going to do with you?” “Well,” responded Dorothy, remembering her text for the previous Sabbath, “ ‘Man looketh upon the outward appearance, but the Lord looketh on the heart.’ ” And what could mamma do?— Youth’s Companion. * * * When the Italians were digging the gas-pipe trenches in a suburban town a little boy told his mother that he had made the acquaintance of one of the laborers, with whom he had been talking. “The Italian can speak English, can he?" Inquired the mother. “No,” replied the small boy. “And you cannot speak Italian, can you?” askfd the mother playfully. The small boy replied in the negative.

“Then,” continued the mother,“hovf did you talk to the Italian?” “Just the way I always talk.” “And how did the Italian talk to< you?” asked the mother. “Why, just the way he always! talks, of course!” The mother gave it up Puck. * * # A story Is told of a Harvard professor who entertained a number of advanced students at his parlors with a learned dissertation upon the ex- 1 pansion of heat and contraction of cold. He gave numerous illustrations of an Interesting and convincing character, and his guests were evi- ( dently greatly edified and pleased,, while he appeared in the best of moods over his success. As he took his seat his Uttle daughter, who was sitting in a corner with her doll, asked: “Papa, If cold contracts, why did the frozen water break my glass, last night?” The great scientist and clever students were * alike dum- ; founded by the question. No answer! wqp attempted. Which was the! greater teacher, the college professor or his little child?—Troy Press.