Democratic Sentinel, Volume 17, Number 16, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 5 May 1893 — CHILDREN’S COLUMN. [ARTICLE+ILLUSTRATION]

CHILDREN’S COLUMN.

A DEPARTMENT FOR L.ITTLB BOYS AND GIRLS. Somotlilng that Will Interest the Jnvealie Members of Every Household Quaint Actions and Bright Sayings el Cute Children. To the Land of Dreams. I have a bout which, every night, A littlo after candle-light. s-preuds Its white sails and floats awgy Far from tho world of every dav To Land of Droama A fairy zephyr fills tho sail. Then, In a sea of moonlight pale.

I drift to lan.i u. elf and fay , And watch those fairy folk at play In Lund of Dreams. And often I would Unger there. But, softly speo.Cn; tluough the air, My bo.it so swiftly takes Its way 'that I am home at break of day From Land of Dreams. •-St. Louis Republic.

Tiny and Trot. Poor little Tiny! It was really too bad, she thought Mamma was out, and Nurse was busy, so she had been banished to the garden, toamuse herself as best she might till dinner-time. It wus a nice big garden, however, with flowers, bushes, and pretty creepers climbing up the wooden palings by which It was Inclosed. But Tiny wanted someone to talk to, s mieone to play with. “Doesn’t like to be all alone.” she murmured. “Wants sorueono to play wls me. Nasty old hoop; can’t talk to me!" Suddenly she heard a little voice sounding quite near. It was a little mite of a girl who spoke, smaller even than Tiny. She stood just at the other side of the palings, pooping

through. Tiny was dellghtod. This was just what she wanted. There was someone to talk to' who could talk back again. She went straight up to the little girl. “I say, who’s you?" inquired the visitor. •, “I’so Tiny—who's you?” “Well, l’se papa's ‘pet,’ hut mamma calls me Little Dame Trot. ” It doesn't take children long to “made friends,” so Trot and Tiny were soon on the best of terms. Trot had a little black kitten, which she pushed through the palings for Tiny to kiss. Kitty didn’t like it, though, and presently she scampered off. What a pleasant morning Tiny and Trot spent In talking through the palings. They told each other everything they could think,of. Tiny was lonely no longer and cpuld scarcely believe tho morning was gone when Nurso came and called her to dinner. —Exchange. Patchwork, Have ready beforo beginning to play some slips of paper one and one-half Inches long by live or s|x inches wide. The number prepared must-defend, of course, on the number of players. Wheta' all are ready to begin, eacn< one of the company Is provided with a slip of paper. They are then told to write upon each slip a sentence describing an action. The sentences, however, must be without grammatical subjects. To make this plain I will give a few specimen sentences: climbed up the side of the house with a ladder. sat down in tho middle of the road and sang a song. wont to bed with shoes and stockings on. wore a bright red dress and a yellow hat. could note«t because his teeth were all gone. , When the players have written the required sentences they are told to fold each paper carefully, so that the sentence will be on the inside. It is better to fold It twice. The slips are then- collected in a box, basket or hat and shaken up thoroughly. The receptacle Is then passed around, and each player takes out a slip. Without unfolding it he writes on the outside a noun, accompanying it with “a,” “an,” or “the," as he sees fit. Proper names may not be used. After this second writing the slips are again collected, thoroughly mixed as before, and again passed around. As each player draws a slip he looks at the noun that has fallen to his share, then unfolds the paper and connects the two parts of the sentence either mentally or by writing it with the noun and its article in the proper place. When all are ready each player in his turn reads the completed sentence. The result of this “patchwork” will often be exceedingly funny.—Young People. • -

“I HAY, WHO'S YOU."