Evening Republican, Volume 14, Number 100, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 27 April 1910 — YOUNG FOLKS [ARTICLE+ILLUSTRATION]

YOUNG FOLKS

A Ride on (he Trolley. Said Dolly to Polly: "Now this would be Jolly! Let’s all go to ride on the trolley!” But Daisy was lazy and said they were crazy,. ’Twas too hot to go on the trolley. “It’s chilly,” said Milly; “I think you are silly To want to ride on the trolley." Said Lizzie: “I’m busy; besides, t , get dizzy '• When I go to ride on the trolley.” Lily Cook took a look at her new birthday book, And wouldn’t leave that for a trolley. ‘‘There’s many a penny,” said sensible Jennie, “Paid out for our fares on the trolley.” Said Polly to Dolly: “Though it would be Jolly To have a nice ride on the trolley, It’s funny, *my honey, but we have no money. And so we can’t ride on the trolley!” —Chicago News. ,r “Hold on Tight.”

How NetS Was Tied Up. “I’d like to know what has become cf my cap,” said New Brown, giving the room door an impatient slam, as though it were in some way responsible. “I’ve looked everywhere for it, and it isn’t there.” “I think,” said Ned’s mother, speaking with calm assurance, in spite of Ned’s statement, “that you will find it just where you left it. You know, Ned, I put up a special hook for your cap," but it doesn’t seem to do any good, does it. You’ll Just have to hunt it up—that’s all. I can’t stop to look for it.” Just then the door opened, and Alice, Fred and little Harry, accompanied by two of thd neighbor’s children, came into the room, their eyes glistening, and cheeks aglow, as the result of a frolic they had been having on the lawn.

“Why don’t you come out and play, Ned?” asked Alice, “We’ve been having such fun. Haven’t we, Fred?” “I can’t find my cap,” said Ned, looking vexed and disconsolate. “You haven’t seen it anywhere, have you?” “No,” Alice replied. “I haven’t seen it either,” volunteered Fred. Little Harry felt that the blame had therefore been shifted onto him. “I don’t know where it is," he stoutly protested. “Really, I don’t” “What is it that’s lost?” asked Aunt Carrie, who had Just come into the room, and had overheard the latter part of the conversation.“Ned’s cap," said Alice. “.What, again!” said Aunt Carrie, in asfopishment. "That makes the fifth time this week, doesn’t it? Now, let me see. I believe I did see your cap somewhere a very short time ago, Ned. I think—yes, that’s where it was, behind the sofa In the sitting room. I found It there when I moved the things to clear up the room. I think you’ll find it on the table now.” “Oh, yes,” said Ned, with a surprising return of memory. “That’s Just where I put it. Laid it on the sofa. I suppose it fell down.” “Before you go out to play,” said Aunt Carrie, when Ned had brought his cap, “I would like to ask you to do something for me.” “What is it?” asked Ned, curious to know what she wanted. Aunt Carrie told Ned she would like to have him hold the palms of his hands together and arms out straight. Taking a spool of basting t thread from the pocket of her sewing apron, she wound the thread about Ned’s wrists, drawing it tightly. “See if you can break it,” she asked. Ned made a tremendous effort, but when he found that he was able to break the thread, a smile of satisfaction and triumph lighted up his face. Then Aunt Carrie wound the thread about his wrists again, twice this time instead of once, but Ned succeeded in freeing his hands again. ) “Well done,” said Aunt Carrie, winding the thread about Ned’s wrists a great many times and fastening it. after which she told him he might break the threads again. “I can’t,” said Ned, looking very sheepish when he took in the situation. Indeed, Ned looked so very helpless and woebegone that Aunt Carrie and the children could not help laughing at .him Just a little. "Now let me tell you,” said Aunt Carrie, “what it is that I would like to Impress upon you all. It is this. Habits are very hard to break, for they are made up of separate acts. Just as Ned’s hands are held together by means of separate threads."— Round Table.