Evening Republican, Volume 14, Number 2, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 3 January 1910 — For The Children [ARTICLE+ILLUSTRATION]

For The Children

Ji. K. W. 8. North are Icebergs, white .bears, seals, Eskimos with blubber for meals, Odd sea-birds tvith wings like fins, Bold explorers with food in tins, Dogs that draw the sledges light. Six months day and six months night. Bright auroras, “sun-dogs” Queer, Wintry snow through ail the year. East are tea-plants, silkworms, spice. Elephants huge, wide Helds of rice, , Chinamen wearing long slim queues, ■ ■ Poreclaln vases of richest hues. Bamboo hougps, fans and screens, Dragon-kites and palanquins, Fujl-yama, shining clear, RumbUng earthquakes all the year. tt, ' l;- = West, the prairies wide as seas. Towering cliffs and monster trees, I.ofty cataracts, canyons deep, Ranches raising cattle and sheep, Mines of gold and silver ore, • Com and wheat In endless store, Mountain-ranges, snowy-capped, •Silent Indians, blanket-wrapped. South are groves- where oranges grow, The cotton-boHs are the only snow, Season of drouth and season of rain, Waving ranks of sugar-cane, Tropical forests where monkeys swing, Where jeweled birds are on the wing, Endless summer, desert sands. Sluggish rivers through fertile lands. North, East, West, South—the world is wide. Full of wonders on every side. —St. Nicholas. Good Friends.

When Robin Talked. Felix came in with a troubled little face. “Mother,” he cried, "do you think Robin is going to be and dumb?” v "Deaf and dumb?” mother repeated, looking puzzled. “Whatever put that into your head?” “Why, the Stanleys all say he is going to be deaf and dumb, because he is almost two years old and hasn’t talked yet." “Dear me!" laughed mother. “Don’t you worry one mite about Robin. Two years isn’t so very old not to talk. He’ll chatter fast enough pretty soon. Some children learn to talk a great deal younger than others.” When the little brother waked up, took him to the window to see the children coming home from school. “There is Herbert Grant,” Felix said. “Can’t Robin say, ‘Her-bert’?" But Robin only wriggled Joyfully on Felix’s knees, and waved his fat little hand. "There’s Paul Stanley!” Felix pointed across the street. “Robin, say ‘Paul Stanley.*" "Oo —oo —oo!” was Robin’s happy answer. “I wish you would try to talk, Robin, dear," coaxed Felix. “I don’t want folks to think you can’t.” “I wouldn’t bother about It,” mother said, overhearing his plea. "I love to!” cried Felix. But although Felix continued his lessons day after day, Robin said not a single word. One noon the brothers were at the window, as usual, when Felix’s attention was taken up by the capers of a boy down the street, and he Quite torgot to watch for the Stanley children. Then suddenly there was a glad cry of "P-a-u-1!” right in bis ears. He turned and stared at Robin, too amazed for a word. “P-a-u-1!” exclaimed Robin again, waving his hand excitedly. “O you darling!’' cried Felix. He threw open the window. "Paul!" he called. “Robin said ’Paur!" “Oh, I don’t believe it!" he laughed. "P-a-u 4 cried the little voice. “Hurrah!” shouted the boy, and came darting across the street. "I want to hear that nearer,." he aald. Robin was saying his first word to bis mother when Paul reached them. Felix was afraid the baby would not say it again. "Now aay It once more for Paul Stanley," Felix urged. “P-a-u-l.” patiently repeated the little one, and then, while they were exclaiming and praising, he ended, with a mighty effort, "T-a-n-n-e-yI” Felix nearly went wild. Paul shouted with glee, and darted away home to tell the new*. In a minute or two the whole Btanlley family waa In the Taylor kitchen, hearing Robin say “Paul," which he did again and again.—Youth’s Companion. A Foolish ( hll4. There waa once a little hoy who lived In a house alt made of glaea. He lived with his mother and bta father and hla nurse, and he na& to have a

rovely time sliding on the glass floors; And everything went well while he was good, but one day he wasn’t. He was cross. When he slipped on the glass floor, Instead of thinking it fun, he was angry, and when he went down t 4 breakfast he slid down the glass banisters, which he ought“?iot to have done. And he spilled his milk on the glass table and made marks all over the glass walls with soap. And finally he looked out of the win—l mean the wall, for, of course, all the walls were windows —and saw some children playing and making lots of noise. ThaL made his crosser, so he went down to the back yard and collected a lot of stones and went upstairs again and threw them at the children, which was the naughtiest thing yet. He couldn’t dodge out of sight, because the whole wall was glass, sjp when the children looked up they saw him there. They were quite indignant, so they picked up the stones and threw them bkck at the little boy. They hit the house in all directions, and made such alarming jagged holes that the little boy’s mother and father came running In, and taking the little boy’s hands ran downstairs and opt as quckly as possible. The minute they got outside their beautiful house collapsed completely. The father shook his head. “We’ll have to take a brick cottage,” he said. “Oh. my boy, don’t you know that people who live in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones?”

Quakers’ Medina. The players in this game kneel upon the ground on one knee and rest their hands upon the other knee, twiddling their thumbs all the time. The one at the head of the line asks the others: “Friends, did you her of Brother Obadiah’s death, and how he died?” The answer will be, "No, how did he die.” Then the leader says, “With one fltlger up, with one eye shut, and with one shoulder awry.” As he speaks he must suit his actions to his words and the company must follow suit. Should any one fall to do so they must pay a forfeit What Am I Doing? The players in this game seat'themselves in a row and the leader jo# the game takes his place behind them, beginning at the top of the row. makes some absurd gesture and then asks the person behind whom he Is standing: “What am I doing?” If the player replies incorrectly, and he generally does, he is doomed to stand up and imitate in silence the gesture he could not guess, until he has leave to sit down.