Evening Republican, Volume 14, Number 62, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 14 March 1910 — For The Chilsren [ARTICLE+ILLUSTRATION]

For The Chilsren

Chair Iloraea. Lyle Rogers was a little witch of a girl. She was as quick as a flash and darted here and there about her play, before her dignified cousin Eleanor knew what she was doing. Lyle had sunny curls, sunny browu eyes, and a sunny smile —that is, she had a smile while she was having her own way; when she wasn’t, her face would screw up in a homely frown. One day she went with her mother to visit Eleanor’s mother. Lyle loved Eleanor more than any other little girl she knew. Eleanor was always gentle with her and willing to play the games Lyle loved, and wllllnf, too, to let Lyle be the most interesting personage In the .game. On this day Lyle insisted on playing horse and . carriage with the parlor chairs. The two mothers went out for a moment to look at some flowers and they cautioned the little girls to be careful. , Lyle discovered that the seat of the horsehair chair with a little tugging would come out; leaving a great empty square space where the horsehair cushion ought to be. Quicker than thought she had jerked all the seats out of the chairs. Two of the chairs were tipped over for the horses and Eleanor and Lyle were sitting—ln—thei big rocker driving the. horses. When the two mothers came back they were much disturbed to find the best parlor in such disorder. "Why, who took all the seats out of my chairs?” cried Eleanor’s mother. “I did, aunty,” laughed Lyle. “Don’t they look funny?” “Lyle Rogers!” exclaimed her mother. “I will not bring you to see Eleanor again for a whole month. Put those seats right back.” “I don’t want to,” said Lyle. “Do It at once,” her mother said firmly. “I’m not golfig to,” said Lyle with equal firmness. "Do you want me to take you home and put you to bed?” said her mother, still more sternly. At this point Eleanor had an Idea. “Why, Lyle,” she said, with great dignity. “We forgot! Horses never go arouWd with their stomachs out!” Lyle looked at the tipped-over chairs, with the empty space where the seat ought to be, and saw In a flash what Eleanor meant. In another minute the seats were all back in the chairs.— Chicago News. The Rainy Day La»».

Paddle and splash and merrily dash Along the glistening pave;. Oh, Rainy Day Lass, when I see ycj. pass, I welcome the showers you brave. When you look so good In your snug blue hood, I’d not have the weather behave! Flit cosily by, all sheltered and dry. With cheeks as red as wine; Oh, Rainy Day I .ass, when I see thee pass, The murkiest day seems fine. That gossamer cape Does rightfully drape A heart as light as thine! Lucullus and Napoleon. In his “Bright Sides of History,” in St. Nicholas, E. H. House has something to say about the appetites of famous people. “You know already,” Uncle Claxton began, “ that Lucullus wae a great general at one period, and that he led his armies victoriously I through many parts of Asia Minor. I The kingdom of Pontus was completely subjugated, by him; and the spoils collected from the principal cities formed the basis of an immense fortune with which he afterward enjoyed himself and entertained his companions in Rome. But gold and jewels were not the only things that attracted the attention of this man of varied tastes. The city of Cerasus, on the shore of the Euxine sea, was celebrated for its cherries, specimens of which were offered to him as the choicest delicacies of the region. He was so delighted with them that he ordered the fruit to be cultivated on his estates at home, and from that time cherries began to be known in Italy. You may be sure that Lucullus the soldier was a different being from Lucullus the Sybarite. It needs a clear head to win battles and govern kingdoms. and while he was busy with those pursuits he could not Have wasted many hours in revelry. He had before him as a warning the-fate of Alexander, who threw away his life in. dissipation while he was yet young, in almost exactly the same part of the world.” “You were telling us the ether day/*

•aid Percy, “that Napoleon Bonaparte had no time to think about what he ate.’’ - “That was often the case,” Uncle Claxton replied, “when he was out campaigning. He had very little time, and not much Inclination. Even in the "peaceful Intervals of his reign he was extremely abstemious. But he had his fancies In the way of food, and it has been said that he was punished terribly for indulging one of these at the wrong time. Boiled mutton with onion sauce was a dish of which he was often tempted to eat too much, and on the day of the battle of Leipsic, when he should have been especially careful of his diet, he chose it for his principal meal, and dined so heavily that within a few hours a violent colic seized him, and he was compelled to leave the field at a moment when all his skill was needed to avert disaster. Other causes have been assigned lor his defeat, but the story which I give you was believed at the time, and I do not know that It has ever been proved false. The harm may have come from his habit of eating too fast, for which Napoleon was notorious. He did not ordinarily allow himself leisure enough to enjoy the few dishes he liked best. His famous rival, was just as careless, and even more indifferent. Gallery of Statves. For this game all the company leave the room with the exception of two. One of these then stands like a statue, with perhaps the assistance of a tablecloth, or something similar, as drapery, while the other acts as showman. When the position is decided upon, one of the company is called in and taken on one side by the showman, and is asked his or her opinion as to the merits of the statue. It is almost certain that some suggestion will be made; In that case, the newcomer is made to assume the attitude suggested, and another player Is called in, to whom the same question is put, apd another suggestion made and adopted. As each statue is added to the gallery, a great deal of merriment is caused, and in a short time a large collection will be obtained. Oh, Ye«! She Knew. “Don’t you know what it spells, Eleanor?” asked her mother. “Now, think, b-o-a-t. It’s something that you see on the water in the country.” “Oh, yes,” said Eleanor, “a pier.” Oh, no, it is not that. It is something we get into when we go down to the water.” - “Oh, yes, I ’member now,” said Eleanor, "it’s having suits!” and the spelling lesson ended.