People's Pilot, Volume 6, Number 23, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 26 November 1896 — FOR LITTLE FOLKS. [ARTICLE+ILLUSTRATION]

FOR LITTLE FOLKS.

A NEW'KIND OF TOP. It Is Especially Fitted For Indoor SpinBins and Is Easily Made. Top season is almost over, but every boy who ever spun a top will be interested in making an entirely new kind of top that will spin when you blow upon it This top can be made in 15 minutes. Get a piece of stiff cardboard and cut from it a circular disk about three inches in diameter. At the very center of it make a pin hole, and in regular order

near the outside ent five or six oblique slots so that little pieces or wings of cardboard will turn up, as shown in the cut. One end of these slots may be a quarter of an inch from the edge of the disk and the other end may be several times as far. An ordinary large sized pin should now be inserted through the bole in the disk and fastened on the underside with wax, so as to form a pivot on whicth the top will spin. Now get an empty spoQl, and yonr top is completa To spin it hold the spool lightly in the month, tasert the pin in the other end and blow briskly. At onoe the top will begin to revolve, the action of the air holding it tight against the spool without other snpport. Now stop blowing suddenly and the top will drop out of the spool and continue to spin merrily on a table or on a piece of glass or on a smooth floor.— Chicago Record. The Little Boy Who Ban Away. “I’m going now to run away,” Said little Sammy Green one day. ■“Then I can do just what I choose. I’ll never have to black my shoes Or wash my face or comb my hair. I’ll find a place, I know, somewhere And never have again to fill That oid chip basket—so I will. “Goodby, mamma!" ho said. “Goodbyl” He thought his mother then would cry. She only said, “You going, dear?" And didn’t shed a single toar. “There, now,” said Sammy Green, “I know She does not care if I do go. Bnt Bridget does. She’ll have to fill That old chip basket, so she will.” But Bridget only said; “Well, boy, You’re off for sure. I wish you joy.” And Sammy’s little sister Kate, Who swung upon the garden gate. Said anxiously as he passed through, “Tonight whatever will you do When you can't get no ’lasses spread At supper time on top of bread?” One block from home and Sammy Green’s Woak little heart was full of fear. He thought about Red Riding Hood, The wolf that met her in tho wood. The beanstalk boy who kept so mum When he heard the giant’s “Fee, to, sum,” Of the dark night and tho policeman. Then poor Sammy homeward ran. Quick through the alleyway he sped And crawled in through the old woodshed. The big chip basket he did fill. He blacked his shoes up with a wip. Ho washed his face and combed his hair. Ho went up to his mother’s chair And kissed her twice, and then he said, “I’d liko some ’lasses top of bread.” Mrs. S. T. Perry in San Francisco Examiner. A Little Trick. Perhaps some of yon may know that trick, but those of you that do not will find it hard to believe that you may plunge yonr hand into a bowl of water and take from the bottom a ring, or ' other small object, without getting your hand wet Let us tell you how to do it. There is no magic in it, nor is it really a trick, as we have called it. All yon have to do is to sprinkle the surface of the water with some powder that has no attraction for the water—something that the water will not wet Nothing better may be had than powdered lycopodium. Having thrown a handful of this powder on the surface of the water, plunge yonr hand in, take up the ring and show the spectators that there is not a drop of moisture on yonr hand. The reason is that the lycopodium „ forms a sort of glove around your hand, to which water will not adhere any more than it will to the back of a dock. Water birds may dive time and again and come to the surface with their feathers as dry as if they had not been under the surface. The lycopodium gives the same quality to your hand.—Philadelphia Timea

Just Like a Circus. Edith, the little daughter of a physician in Trenton, was very much impressed by her first sight of a boy choir, each member wearing his white surplice. When she reached homey she rushed to her father with the startling * intelligence that a lot of boys bad gone to church in their nighties, and they didn’t care a bit, but just stood up and sang as loud as they could. Her father corrected her somewhat hastily. “Surplices, my dear, surplices. Those were surplices,” he explained. But Edith was too exoited to pay much attention and caught only part of the word. “Circuses I Yes, I should think it was circußes. They walked all around just like the circus. ” And when it was all finally explained to her, she was much surprised and amused and a little shooked at her mistake.—New York Times. Tale of a Vain Little Chick. A farmyard chick stood by the horse pond watching a flock of ducklings. Every now and then they put their heads under water and flung their legs up, “How very ridiculousl” cried the little chick. “That ißn’t the way to get across. Wait a bit. I’ll show you. ” In plunged the little chick, but instead of getting to the other side it went to the bottom. —Chicago ttecord.