Jasper County Democrat, Volume 19, Number 99, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 10 March 1917 — Mother’s Doll Story [ARTICLE]

Mother’s Doll Story

Jan and

Jan rubbed his eyes and looked out of the nursery window. He wore black velvet trousers and a blue silk shirt. His hair was yellow silk thread, and once be had lived in Poland. “Hanska I” he whispered. “Hanska!” Of course he was calling hjs, small sister, who was not yet awake. Hanska was always dressed in a red velvet skirt and a white waist with a little shawl over her shoulders. It seems very odd for dolls not to have any nighties, but these were European dolls, and in wartimes, you know; almost everybody has to get along without much. Hanska rubbed her eyes, too, and woke up. When she saw the strange room, with lots of calico dogs and worsted cats all sitting in a row, she just jumped right at Jan, and together they cried a bit because they were not in Poland. “What do you think she will be like?” whispered. Jan. “Who knows?” wailed Hanska. Just then the nursery door opened and in trudged a lovely little girl with blue eyes, brown curls and very pink cheeks. “Oh, mamma,” she cried, “how beautiful my Jan and Hanska are! I want to take them to breakfast with me. add then I want to take them out to dig in the snow!” So you see that the little girl who adopted the small Poles planned to give them a good time.

We Copy From Nature. The first clothmaker was the weaver bird, which from threads and vegetable filaments manufactures a fabric quite waterproof and of very dense structure. • - In the ant hills of South Africa have been found suspension bridges passing from one gallery to another and spanning a gulf more than six inches wide-, The first needle was the bill of the tailor bird, which sews together leaves in order to make its nest and form a shelter over its young. At Nighttime. „ If I were a little flower I’d elope my petals For a rest. If I were a little bird I’d fold my wings • Up in my neet* . ' If I were a pussycat ■ ,I'd climb upon My cushions red; But, since I’m just a little boy, I guess I’ll have •' To go to bed! —Philadelphia Record