Evening Republican, Volume 14, Number 105, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 3 May 1910 — YOUNG FOLKS [ARTICLE+ILLUSTRATION]

YOUNG FOLKS

Pony Willow. "Soft little Pussy upon a brown stalk, Why don’t you ever start for a walk? Curled up and snoozing, so lazy you lie; Rocked by the breeZe to its sweet lulv laby. Sort little pussy upon a brown stalk, Tell me, ‘why don’t you go out for a. walk ?” *• “Maybe you think that you know, little girl, Just what is best for a pussy like me, You, dancing gaily with frolicsome whirl, Wouldn’t quite like to be still on a tree. Maybe you don’t know that I have been told Just to stay here till my fur soft and white. Grows long and longer and yellow as gold. To the brown stalk I must cling very tight— Till I have grown to a big yellow cat, I do not know what I’ll do after that. You may go waking and running, I know, But I was told just to stay here and grow.” The New Babes In the Woods. Aunt Effle came into the nursery, and found May sitting before the fire with her fairy-book open on her lap, looking very serious indeed. “Aunt Effle,” she said, “don’t you think it’s very sad about the Babes in the Woods? I’ve been reading about them in my book, and I wish I could have gone into the forest and found them and brought them home.” Aunt Effle did not laugh, for she remembered that she had felt just the same way when she was seven. In stead she said: “Gome into the garden with me, May, and I will show you some babes in the woods that I found this morning that really lived all winter long.” “Why, what do you mean, aunty?” asked May, in surprise, and opening her eyes wide. “I thought you said that fairy-tales couldn’t happen now.” But Aunt Effie only smiled, and hand in hand they walked across the grass until they came to the old pinetree bank. Then Aunt Effle stooped down and pushed aside a thick bed of leaves and pine-needles, and there was a little cluster of pansies, purple and yellow, only waiting for the spring to come. - --- J —— “Last summer, May,” said her aunt, “some little pansy seeds blew away from my bed under the sitting-room window, and sowed themselves here and began to grow very happily, for

they had not any Idea how cold and long the winter would be. But some one found them late last fall snd covered them up carefully with leaves and pine-needles, and told them to sleep, until April came again.” ' “O aunty, that was just like therobins!” cried the little girl. “I wonder who did it?” “I think that I played robin,answered Aunt Effie. "I knew that unless the poor little runaways were covered up closely that Jack Frost would nip them. I wanted them togrow and spread and make a pretty patch here under the old pines. So every fall, if you like, you and I will come down here and play that we are the robins, and every spring we wilt look to see how our babes in the woods lived through the winter.” “Oh, yes, aunty!” said May. “Then, perhaps I wouldn’t feel so about the-fairy-tale.”—Youth’s Companion. The Greedy Hoppy Toad. ?

A hoppy toad grew very ill, With head bound In a towel. His doting mother carried him To see Old Doctor Owl, Who said, while feeling of his pulse* And looking very wise: “Acute gastritis. Madam Toad, From eating fireflies.” Baby Pictures at a Party. A good way to make a party cheerful and informal is to introduce a baby contest. Each guest must bring the very first picture ever taken ol himself or herself, and the hostess must arrange these around the room. Then each guest is to guess who the various babies are —not an altogether easy task —and the one who makes the “feest list wins. V —— A Young Scientist. Little Margaret, 3 years old, was examining her chubby arm. She laid one finger on it solemnly.' “What is my arm made of?” she asked. “Oh, skin, and blood, and bones,” said her 7-year-old sister. “Fish bones?” asked Margaret.