Democratic Sentinel, Volume 17, Number 9, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 17 March 1893 — LITTLE BOYS'AND GIRLS. [ARTICLE+ILLUSTRATION]

LITTLE BOYS'AND GIRLS.

THIS IS THEIR DEPARTMENT OF THE PAPER. <3oalnt Sayings and Doings of Little Ones Gathered and Printed Here for Other Little Folks to Road. •‘One, Two, Three." Ct was an old. old, old. old lady. And a boy who was half past three. And the wuy that they played together Was beautiful to see. 3be couldn't go running and jumping. And the boy, no more could he. For ho was a thin little fellow. With a thin, little, twisted kuee. They sat In the yellow sunlight. Out under the maple tree. And the game that they played I’ll tell you Just as It was told to me. It was hlde-and-go-seek they wore playing, Though you'd never have known It to With an old. old, old. old lady, Aud a boy with a twisted knee. The boy would bond bis face down On bis one little sound right knee. And he’d guess where she was hiding In guesses one, two, three! “You are In the china closet!" He would cry and laugh with glee— It wasn’t the china closet, But he still had two and throe. “You are up in papa’s big bed-room In the chest with the queer old key!" And she said, “You are warm and warmer, But you're not quite right," said she. “It can’t be the little cupboard Where mamma’s things used to bo— So it must be the clotbespress, grandma!” Aud he found her with his throe. Then she covered her face with her fingers. That were wrinkled and white and wee, And she guessed where the boy was hiding. With a one and a two and a three. And they never had stirred from Iholr places, Right under the'tnaple tree— This old, old, 014, old lady, And the boy with lame little knee— This dear, dear, dear old lady, And the boy who was half past throe. —Scribner’s Magazine.

A Herd of Horses. Instead of working out the examples his teacher gave him the first morning of school little Paul Brown turned artist. “It’s poky work after vacation,” he complained. “I’d rather draw, enough sight.” “A herd of horses,” Aunt Vinie said, when Paul brought her his slate. “Come here, children,” she called. “You must look at this while I tell you the story,” and she held up Paul’s slate, and told them to pay attention to the different drawings while she talked. Said Aunt Yinie: “If you look that way you may see the Brown family’s brown family horse. He Is as good as he is handsome and more so. His name is Jolly, because he makes jolly times for the children. Jolly has come home from giving Paul and Elsie a ride. Instead of going toward his pasture on being unharnessed, he trotted into the back yard, neighing as if he smelled another horse. Mr. Brown was sawing wood there, by the help of a horse. When Jolly saw that this horse had no head or tail, and only a very thin body, he did not

care much about him. After all, it might be his master that Jolly smelled, and not the saw-horse you see in the picture. “In the porch Mrs. Brown was ironing. She was using a different horse. What you would be apt to notice first in her kind of a horse is hi? naked ribs, as seen in the picture. But when Mrs. Brown had put on him the children’s garments one after another, these ribs were covered, and the clothes-horse looked almost as jolly as Jolly himself. In front of the house stands the jolliest of horses, as his picture shows. See his tail curl up, he feels so gay. He wears a little saddle. Is he runninga race? Wnat are those under his feet? Oh! rockers. This is Baby’s rocking horse, and after his nap he will ride. “The rocking-horse stands in the shade of a chestnut-tree. Burrs grow on the limbs. In the picture a burr is opened, and some nuts have dropped out. They are larger than common chestnuts, and are called horse-chestnuts. ‘More horses! How jolly!’ say Paul and Elsie, picking up the glossy nuts. At dinner time Paul said to Elsie, ‘There’s a horse on the table.’ Elsie answered, ‘lt isn’t Jolly, and you must be careful with him or he will make you cry.’ They ate a little of this horse on their roast lamb. ‘Guess it is named horseradish ’cause it’s so strong,’ said they; but it would soon be weak if not bottled up.’ “Their own horse came near the window then, whisking his tail to biush away a fly. The fierce insect that horses dread looks as in the picture. Papa Brown said, ‘lt is a horse-fly wanting to bite Jolly.’ And the jolly young Browns asked in chorus, ‘Can a horse-fly?’”—Little Men and Women.

A Fable with a Moral. A spruce young shoot of a vine once made the acquaintance of a bramble of about its own age. They vowed eternal friendship and agreed to stand by each other in time of need. The old vine advised the young one to let the bramble alone, and choose out a suitable companion from among the other shoots. But the young vine would not agree to this. So the two plants grew up together near each other till the day the husbandman, coming in the vine-

TWd. to inspect the - RY'owth of thd young vines, happened to spy the noxious bramble. “Out of my sight!” he cried,, as ho aimed a blow at the root with a sharp mattock. But alas! The blow not only went right through the bramble; it cut down also the young vine. “Alas!” said the husbandman, when he saw what he had done, “this comes of their being so close together.” Moral—Avoid bad eompanious. He Knew What War Wan. “Pop,” said a Philadelphia lad, whose father is an officer in the militia, “did you ever see a battle?” “No, my son.” “But didn’t you ever sec any real fighting?” “Yes, my son; some years ago I umpired a game of base-ball. ” Distressing. New diseases are discovered now and then by scientists and other observers. Some of them are remarkable. Bertha—My talking doll is very sick since she fell down-stairs. She doesn’t say “mamma” or “papa” any more, but Just “mapamapa.”— Salt Lake Herald.

PAUL'S SLATE AND THE PICTURES BE DREW.