Democratic Sentinel, Volume 16, Number 42, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 4 November 1892 — FOR OUR LITTLE FOLKS. [ARTICLE]

FOR OUR LITTLE FOLKS.

A COLUMN OF PARTICULAR INTEREST TO THEM. YThtt Children Hava Dene, Wktt .They Are Doing, and What They Should Do to I’m Their Childhood Day*,

Size Inconvenient. Little Girl—What do you do when you see anysing funny in church? Homely Woman—Do? “Yes’m. I don’t sec how you keep from laughin’” V “You don’t?” “Why, no’rn. Stufflin’ your handkerchief in your rnouf wouldn’t da any good, ’cause your mouf is so big, you know." Good as a Bell. City Child—What is that queer thing in that Held? It looks like a man only it isn’t. Country Cbild-eThat’s a scare-crow. Father put it there, after planting the field, to frighten the crows away; but I think, from tho way the crows act, they has a idea it’s to let them know dinper is ready. Jt Looked Busy. “Papa,” said Willie, on his first day in the mountains, “I want a cloud,” “You can;t get a cloud, my boy." “Yes, you can, papa. There’s one up on that mountain now, and you can go up and tie a rope to it, and lead it down; oh, awful easy,"— Harper’s Young People. Fooled t'.ie Donltat. Mother—Mercy me! The dentist has pulled the wrong tooth. Little Dick (gleefully)—l fooled him bully. “Fooled him?” “Yes’em. I told him that was the one. I knew if he touched th’ achin' one it ud hurt awful."—Good Nows.

Tl»e Boy Had a Front Seat. Between the shafts of a coal-cart a horse Jogged along at a leisurely pace one day last week, says thi Brooklyn Eagle. It appeared to have the whole day before it, and looked as though it was ruminating on the perversities of fate as manifested in the social distinction between tho hauler of a heavy load of coal and the animal that wags its docked tall in front of a stylish T-cart. It was going in the direction ot Fulton street, and had just loft u coal-yard situated on a thoroughfare where the aforesaid coal-yard is, very properly, regarded as aneyesore. It* driver was a contented-looking Irishman, to whom the comforts pf a wellirnoked pipe seemed to bo appealing, to the exclusion of everything else in the world except the companion by his side. Social distinctions were not troubling him at all, notwithstanding the fact that his companion was manifestly at one end of the social line, while he was at tho other extreme. A boy in something suggestive of a Fauntleroy suit sat beside him, but there was nothing effemlnato about the lad. ll* was evidently about 8 years of age—that is to say, ho was exactly old enough to appreciate the precis* character of the exalted privilege he was enjoying. Nothing could fee more apparent than that the topmost surd fill £'or the young man’s am-' Oltion was being gratified. As' no jther horses were in gjght, and tjie danger of collision w'as therefore quite i-emote, the daintily attired young man was, for the time being, actually master of the proud situation. The reinß were in his grasp, and he was shouting “Get up! get up!” with unnecessary but most enjoyable vigor and enthusiasm. His vocal Industry has no effect whatever, either upon the animal or upon its regular driver. The horse jogged along at no accelerated speed, as though it understood the situation perfectly well, and the smoker occasionally cast an approving glance at the youngster. The procession attracted some attention, and pedestrians pnjoyed the contrast. About three hours later the same turn-out again made its appearance in the same thoroughfare. The boy did not seem to be quite so daintily attired. Not that his face was in reality any blacker than that of the regular driver, not at all! Both faces were just about as black as they could be, but the boy’s face looked the blacker of the two, because of the contrast between its color and that of such parts of it as had escaped the thick layer of coal-dust. It was quite apparent that he had helped to unload the coal, but whether he had risen to the dignity of actually using the shovel was not explained. In front of a handsome brownstone house the young man was himself finally unloaded. He did not seem to have the least misgiving. He had about him the air of one who has at last achieved the object of a perfectly legitimate and laudable ambition. His mother was looking out of the window as the coal cart materialized. She had long ago become alarmed about her soil, but she did not know him until he opened the gate. Then she raced down stairs, at once relieved and mortified. “Ob, what a sight!” she exclaimed. "Where on earth have you been, you young scamp?” “it’s pretty hard work, mamma, but you can bet it’s lots o’ fun, an’ I had a front seat ail the way. You should try it"