Evening Republican, Volume 14, Number 18, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 21 January 1910 — YOUNG FOLKS [ARTICLE+ILLUSTRATION]

YOUNG FOLKS

Getting Acquainted. The Hastings family had moved into town that very morning. The house Was in great confusion, and everybody was tired; that is, everybody but Morton; he would never confess weariness. Supper, eaten off barrels and boxes, was over, and Ethel, Agnes and their small brother carried some chairs to the front piazza and sat down to cool off and to look about their new home. “There’s a doctor lives across the street.” said Agnes. “‘Ernest F. Russell, M. D.,”’ read Ethel frbm the sign on the piazza post of the house opposite. “The name sounds nice,” responded Agnes. “I wonder if we shall ever know them? We shall have to wait for them to call and I dare say they won’t”

"Why have we got to wait?” asked Morton. “Because that’s the way to do,” his sister answered. “Huh! that’s ,too slow,” cried Morton from astride the piazza rail. “I can get ’qualnted qulcker’n that! When I see him cornin’ out, some day, I’ll run across the street, and say: ‘Hullo, Doctor Russell. We’ve just come here to live! My name’s Morton Hastings, and ’ ’’ “No, you won’t do any such thing!” broke in Agnes, severely. “Ij don’t see why not,” retorted Morton, rising to his feet, and beginning to walk the flat rail. “He’d take it all right. Bet you he’d laugh! You see If I don’t get ’qualnted!” and he skipped recklessly along the narrow path. “Well, look out,” warned Ethel, “or you'll get your neck broken!” “Hoh!” laughed the little athlete, “I’m not afraid!” poising himself lightly on one foot; but close upon the words came a startled “oh!” and the next instant he lay groaning on the grass. “Don’t touch my arm!” he cried, as his sisters rushed to his help. Hearing the commotion Mr. and Mrs. Hastings appeared at the door, and Master Morton was carried inside. “I’m afraid his arm Is broken,” his father said. "We must have a doctor right away." “There's one across the street," suggested Ethel. Morton opened his eyes with a weak smile. “Didn’t I tell you I’d get ’qualnted?” he said. It was not a bad break, and Dr. Russell and his wife proved themselves very kind and neighborly. When Morton discovered that their family included a playfellow of his own age, his delight was great. "Aren’t you glad I broke my arm?” he grinned. “ ’Cause now we’re all ’qualnted without any fuss!” And the physician did laugh, as his little patient prophesied.—Emma C. Dowd, in Sunday School Times. Hunt the Whistle. The chief participator in this game must be Ignorant of the trick about to be played. He is blindfolded and told to kneel down whilst a lady

knights him, naming him “Knight of the Whistle.” During the process some bne fastens a small whistle to his coat-tails by means of a piece of ribbon. He is then bidden to rise and search for the whistle. The hunt begins; all the players oomblne to deceive the searcher; they must blow the whistle whenever they can do so without being detected. When the searcher discovers the trick the game is, of course, at an end. - Sena of a Pair of Shoes.

Twenty little beds in rows of ten, Twenty little roly poly men, Little black men go to bed by day— I must put them in and make them stay. Naughty little black man. Go to bed I say! Deary me, there you see— Now he’s run away; On the floor, by the door. See him try to hide, All the other black men Sleeping side by side. Twenty little beds in rows of ten. Only nineteen roly poly men. I’ve a little bed to spare to-day, Naughty little man to run away! Naughty little black man Left an empty space! Never mind, he will find Some one takes his place. Nurse has got quite a lot Like the ones I lose— Little roly black men, Buttons on my shoes. Walkers and Hoppers. Does it not seem strange that, although we cannot fly like the birds, no matter how much we try, some birds can walk like human beings? Watch your pigeons, or a quail, a lark or blackbird or snipe walk or run proudly and quickly along the ground. Don’t you suppose they think us stupid not to be able to do both? And how sorry they must be for their cousins, the woodpecker, thrushes, sparrows and warblers, who can only hop! Of all the awkward walkers among birds, the graceful swallow Is the worst. Perhaps he realizes it himself, for he seldom uses his feet at all. Watch him and see. »Thi«" And “That.” A confederate is necessary for this trick. The one performing the trick goes out of the room and the confederate agrees with the audience to touch a certain article. The person outside is recalled and his confederate begins to question him. “Did I touch this music book?” “No.” “Did I touch this tabl 1 ?” "No.” “Did I touch ttyis knife?” “No.” “Did I toueh that fork?” "Yes.” The secret consists in saying the word “that” before the article touched, Instead of "this.”