Evening Republican, Volume 14, Number 88, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 13 April 1910 — For The Children [ARTICLE+ILLUSTRATION]

For The Children

Before They Had Arithmetic. Before they had arithmetic. Or telescopes, or chalk, Or blackboards, maps, and copybooks— When they could only talk: Before Columbus came to show The world geography, What did they teach the little boys Who went to school like me? T'here wasn’t any grammar then, They couldn’t read or spell, For books were not invented yet— I think ’twas .Just as well. There were not any rows of dates, Or laws, or wars, or kings. Or generals, or victories, Or any of those things. There couldn’t have been much t« learn; . There wasn’t much to know, ’Twas nice to be a little boy Ten thousand years ago! For history had not begun. The world was very new, And in the schools, I don’t see what The children had to do. New, always there is more to learn— How history does grow! And every day they find new things They think we ought to know. And if it must go on like this I'm glad I live to-day, For boys ten thousand years from now Will not have time to play! —St. Nicholas. Harriet’s Bureau. Now, Harriet’s grandmother was fond of her, and gave her a charming bureau for her birthday. It was stained green and had bright brass handles, and It looked exceedingly pretty against the pink rose wallpaper of Harriet’s room. And you wouldn’t think a pretty bureau like that would cause Harriet any trouble, would you? But it did, yes indeed it did, and you must be told about it, so that if your grandmother ever gives you a bureau for your birthday you won’t make the mistake Harriet did. Harriet filled the bureau, drawers tidily, and put her best dress and the gulmpe and ribbons that went with it in the lowest drawer. And because she was proud of the little brass key she locked the lowest drawer and put the key in her pocketbook, where she knew it would be safe. After that she went away to visit her grandmother in the country for a day or two, to thank her for her beautiful birthday present.

Now, Harriet was Invited to a party —a perfectly splendid party—on the seventh and as her Aunt Eleanor •was coming down from the country on the morning of the seventh, it was arranged that Harriet should come with her. When she reached home she took a nap before luncheon, to be quite rested for the party, and after luncheon her mother brushed her hair into most beautiful curls and said: "Now, get your party dress and we’ll have you all ready in no time.” "Oh, yes,” said Harriet, "I put it in the lowest drawer of my bureau,” and she sat down on the floor and tugged at the handles. “Oh, I remember, I locked it,” she said, .jumping up. Then all at once her expression changed. “Oh, mother!” she cried, “I put the key in my pocketbook and left the pocketbook at grandmother’s.” “Oh, dear me!” cried her mother, “there’s not another dress you can wear! Your blue is unripped and yous white is in the wash. I’m afraid you can’t go.” < Harriet sank to the floor and was just going to cry when her brother Joe came in. “What’s the trouble?” he asked. And when they told him he said, “Ob, that’s all right; I’ll soon get your dress for you.” And what do you suppose Joe did? I wonder if any of you would have thought of it? He went to the bureau and pulled out the second drawer from the bottom and put his hand into the lowest drawer and brought out Harriet’s best dress. And that’s how Harriet managed to get to the party after all.—Chicago News. Mor nt UK School for Rover.

This is a game which sounds very simple, but never fails to ma'ke fun. Select two persons and place them at ■opposite sides of the room, the farther apart the better. Give each a lighted candle and tell them they must not laugh or even smile. They are to advance toward each other very slowly, looking directly into each other's eyes. When they meet in the center of the room, with hands uplifted, in tones of «reat sorrow one says, "The king of Hunky-Hunky is defunct ana dead!”

i The other responds: “Alus, alas! How I died heF The first person, with increased grief, says: "Just so, Just so. Just so.** Then comes the response: "How sad, how sad, how sad!" The couple rarely get beyond announcing that the king is dead before they are off in gales of laughter. A little prize may be awarded the couple who completely finish the message, something that may be divided, like a box of candy or a bunch of flowers. When one couple finishes or fails another pair may be chosen. Flies oh a Card. Cut several small pieces of cardboard about the size of a visiting card and draw six files on each, numbering them from one to six. The object of the game is to see who can first cover all the files by throwing with a die. Each player in turn throws with a die and covers the fly corresponding to the number thrown. He- who covers or kills all the flies first wins. As a variation eighteen pieces can be used, each player throwing three times instead of once. After the first three throws, the game begins to get exciting, as the exact numbers necessary to fill the card are seldom thrown.

The King of Hunky-Bunky.