Democratic Sentinel, Volume 17, Number 44, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 17 November 1893 — FOR THE YOUNG FOLKS. [ARTICLE]

FOR THE YOUNG FOLKS.

tommy’s MBDICINE. This horrid medicine I’ve, got to take, And really I can’t see Why some sweet mixture they will never iflake * For little boys like me. This grown-up medicine is awful stuff, Which I cannot endure; For little boys it would be well enough To have a candy cure. Then all my ills would up and fly away, Like birds across the dell— I’d take a whole box in a single day, And then I’d soon be well. —[Harper’s Young People.

A HAPPY FAMILY. The exceptional motherly affection o. Lotta, an Angora Maltese cat, for three little white bull terrier pups, orphaned soon after their birth, is the most noticeable feature of a “happy family” possessed by Gilbert H. Prlndle, of Tenth and Buttonwood streets. The purring foster mother, although she has two pretty kittens of her own, takes quite as tender oare of these terrier puppies (which arc white, like the kittens), and of four fox terrier puppies also, as she does of her own little felines. She nurses, feeds and washes the puppies and kittens impartially; and the partner of her joys, u big Maltese cat, known as Grover, seems to regard the adoption of the seven canines with approval. —[Philadelphia Record.

A LOFTY SUGAR THRU. The sugar maple of New England has a rival. It grows in tho Andes of Chilie at a height of from 3,000 to 4,500 feet above the sea. It is a curious variety of that most useful, wonderful, tree, the palm, whose varieties also give us dates and cocoa, and cocoanuts aud fans. This palm is not slim and graceful like most kinds we see in tropical pictures. It is about 60 feet tall, with s very thick trunk, enlarging in diametei from the ground up to about half its height, nnd then tapering again to th« top, where its long leaves spread out These sugar palms produoo great quantities of swoot sup, which, when boiled down, makes both molusses aud sugar of a peculiar, but delicious flavor. Ou one estato the trees grew in such numbers that onee it was determined t‘ count them. After counting severe, hundred thousand, more than half re mained uncounted, so the tank was given up. What “larks” it mußt be for the children when “sapping time" and “sugaring oil” come round! But the Chileans do not colleot the sup in the way the New England farmers collect sap from the maple tree. No; instead of boring small holes in the trunk, the palm is cut dowu and beheaded of its crown of beautiful leuvus, and then the sap begins to flow from the upper end uuu keeps on flowing lor mouths. Every morning a thin slice is cut off to prevent the wood from hardening and forming a crust through which tho sap could not flow. A good tree will yield neurly a hundred gallons of sap. A queer thing is tho fact that the sap will not run if the tree lies with its head downward. It will only run upward.—[New York Press.

A SqUIUURL IN A STUDIO. Such a cross little model us Jumbo I had never known. He scolded oontinually, and all my efforts to soothe him were in vain. Even sugar seemed to sour his disposition. Ho scolded when eating, and when not eating. If I placed anything near his cage, he would jump to the wires-—still scolding—as though he meant to break through them. Only a few days before I bought him he was a free squirrel leading a roilicksome life in the woods. Poor fellow, what wonder ho was indignant at finding himself a prisoner! Well, one aiterncon I opened his cage door, aud offered him the ireudom of my studio, of oourse expecting to have a very lively scene. Visions oi upset vases, broken windows, and general disorder stimulated my curiosity. I wanted to see just how rnuoh mischief he could do. The cage door open, Jumbo leaped nimbly to the floor, and surprised me by behaving in the gentlest mannei possible! After he hua run about for a tittle while, L reached for a paper bag of hickory-nuts lying near me. Jumbo ran forward immediately, jumped into my lap, took a hickory-nut from my Angers, and hid it under the bookcase. Standing up, I shook the bag quite briskly; in a moment Jumbo was running up my side to my shoulders, and again teok a nut from my fingers. Now he did not scold at all, but was perfectly amiable—, truly a strong contrast to his former self. He kept taking nuts from me until almost every corner of the studio contained one. Finally a rug in the middle of the floor struck him as the best place under which to hide them, and the manner in which he patted the rug down after hiding each nut was very comical. He finally grew tired of this fun, aud, jumping into my lap ugain, looked into the bag, and, I think, concluded it waa too much work to conceal all the rest, for he patted the paper down over the nuts, and started on a tour around the room. Unfortunately, I opened the bag to take another nut out for him, and tho sharp little fellow, hearing the noise, ran swiftly to me, and, seeing the paper bag open, bit my hand. I jumped up and ran across the studio with the bag, but he was after me. As quickly as I could, I dropped the bag upon the table, and then the angry little fellow waa satisfied. After this he pattered around the room at his own sweet will, examining chairs and tables, occasionally stopping to give an extra pat to the rug under which most of his nuts were hidden.—TSt. Nicholas.