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Show ..Our Boys anthitK f Edited by Aunt Busy. , "'V"J"U"'''"'"' This department la conducted solely in the inter-ests inter-ests of our girl and boy readers Aunt Busy is glad to hear any time from the nieces and nephews who read this page, and to give thorn all the advice and help in her power Write on one side of the paper only Do not have letters too long-; long-; Original stories and verses will be gladly received itr.d carefully editca. , a The manuscrips of contributions not accepted will Vc returned. ' wu "m "? SrS. Aunt BU!I'- - MOTHER S COMFORT. I know a little girlie, With loving eyes so blue. And lips just made for smiling And heart that's kind and true She wears no dainty dresses, No jewels does she own: But the greatest of all treasures Is her little self alone. Her name is "Mother's Comfort," For all the livelong day Her busy little fingers Help mother's cares away. The sunshine loves to glisten And hide in her soft hair. And dimples chase each other About her checks so fair. Oh. this darling little sirlie. With the diamonds in her eyes, Makes in mother's heart a sunshine Better far than floods the skies! But the name that suits her better, And makes her glad eyes shine. ' ' ' 3s the name of "Mother's Comfort," This little treasure, mine. AUNT BUSY HAS HER AY. Dear Xiwes ami Xephews : Do you all know that Aunt Busy has a handsome prize for the girl or hoy who will write the best article on Thanksgiving Thanks-giving Day '. Tli s week three have entered their names for the contest, liss Elizabeth Burns, 314 Center stred. Salt Lake City; Miss Nellie Clancy of Butte; John E. Duecy of Denver. Xov, how many more bright lads and lassies are poing to try for ;Ai;nt Busy's prize? Send in your names at once. Aunt Bu-y thinks that contestants from St. Mary's academy, the Keams St. Ann's orphanage, All Hallows Hal-lows college, should enter the contest, and all the ther dear young people who write to the funny, fat. old lady who is to the dearest children in the v-nild. loving AUXT BUSY, f JIMMY JONES' QUANDARY. Dtar mc'. I have been reading Of what great men can do; I The men known all around the world, With wealth and honor, too. Now let me see. what are their names? ' Well. Mister Gladstone's one: They say he used to read, in Greek, lliii Homer, just for fun. I'd not mind being famous, too. And hearing people say. "There goes the Honorable James Jones, Our greatest man today." -ut if that menus that I must read t-"uh sluff as dry as bones. Please count me out and let me stay Just simply Jimmy Jones. LETTERS AND ANSWERS. Ogdcn, Utah, Oct. 22. Dear Aunt. Busy: .Yesterday I heard some boys Faying tlioy were going to send you the picture of their Sunday school. Xow, 1 send you a picture of the girls. I think they look lots nicer than the beys, don't you ( We are having the loveliest kind of a time in school. Edna llealy and 1 beat the boys in that contest in spelling. If you do not think it is so, you just ask Father Cushnahan. lie will tell you the truth. There is a lady here can-vjissing can-vjissing for The Intormouutain Catholic. She visited vis-ited our school. The boys thought she.' was Aunt Busy, and asked her if she knew you. I wish you , could have seen them when she said, "Xot very well." hast Sunday Father Cushnahan told all the people to subscribe for The .Intel-mountain Catholic Cath-olic 1 will write vou a loncer letter soon. Your loving niece, TERESA O'CONNOR. How ever will Aunt Busy express her appreciation apprecia-tion of the picture she received this week from her dear little Ogdcn girls? Many such pretty, sweet, ) inttlligcnt faces are not often seen. Aunt Busy intends i have it framed and hung over her desk tomorrow. . The holy whom the boys thought was Aunt Busy did not want to hurt Aunt Busy's feelings by de--scribing her to the boys, so this is why she answered an-swered so earefullv that she "did not know her very well." Aunt Busy, with the other members of The In-termountain In-termountain staif, appreciate the recommendation of dear Father Cushnahan for all Ogdenites to take the paper. Aunt Busy j exceedingly pleased the more peo-V peo-V pie take the paper. he more nieces and nephews she will have, and she cannot have too many Ogdcn J.ioee aild nephews, because, to use Morgan Ivav-anaugh's Ivav-anaugh's expression, "they are the best ever." Write siton again, dear. Ofi'den, Utah, Oct. 2$. Dar Aunt Busy: 1 send you by today's mail a picture of our Sunday school boys. Ain't we a handsome lot of young chaps ( Can Salt Lake beat thisJ Dow is Right Rev. Bishop Seaman? Please show him this picture. Tell him these are his own Ogdcn hot lies v.ith all the rough corners chiseled out. Ycstei'day- Father Cushnahan took all the altar boys 1o ihe circus. Oh, we had the biggest lime ami saw the funniest things. We also had a ride on the Ferris wheel. I wish the circus would last always. When I am a priest I am going to 1-ke all my altar boys to every circus, and you will have to come with me to take care of them. Your handsome nephew. dOIIX M'DERMOTT. Aunt Busy is the most delighted old lady m the city since she received the picture of her clever Ikvs. Indeed, you all are a handsome lot, and she deeply prizes this late picture end the one she received re-ceived nearly Iwo years ago of the altar boys. Aunt Busy has some bright pictured faces over her desk now to inspire her. Only think how grand it will be for you to be a priest, John! Just fancy Aunt Busy saying some tine day,. "Good morning, Father McDerraott!'! And imagine Father Mc-Dermott Mc-Dermott saying, 'Oh, good morning, Aunt Busy, how is the rheumatism Aunt Busy hopes to hear soon again from her handsome nephew, the future "Fat her"' John. Butte, Mont., Oct. 23. Dear-Aunt Busy: It is very long since I wrote to you. I expect"'. vou are much older now than when I wrote you before. Aunt Busy, I really, ihink you must be about 50 years old. Good-bye, d,ar .iatfc. Tour lovi.g W,y Aunt Busy is so very old, dear, that nil records ho fears are' lost, so she regrets not being able to give vou the desired information. Anyhow, she wishes to say that she is very settled fat, comfort-V comfort-V abledooking old lady, with spectacles on her funny 1 old nose. Write soon again, dear. Try for Aunt Busy's, Thanksgiving Day prize ttery. - TALK TO BOYS. Let me tell you something today, my dear young friends, of the'boy with ambition. What kind of a fellow is that? It is one who does not care for anything in the whole world. He takes things just as they come to him. Whether people think good or bad of him, he doesn't care. Whether he is promoted pro-moted or not, he doesn't care. Whether he lias a good job or not, he doesivt care. See, that is a true picture of the boy without ambition. The life of such a boy will surely be a failure. We must all have some ambition in us. Ambition Ambi-tion in the sense I mean, is not the same as pride or jealousy. The ambition of which I am speaking is a virtue and a very necessary virtue at that. Every ' one who wishes to succeed in life must possess it in some degree. People are sometimes despised, because they are said to be ambitious. But that is not the ambition in question. They are said to be ambitious, because they seek after high places. DON'T FOR YOUNG MOTHERS. Don't let your dolls sit near the firep-it spoils their complexion. Don't give them currants, crumbs or cakes to cat: such things arc bad for their digestion. Don't intrust them to the care of your brothers; boys are not to be trusted with dolls. Don't leave them out in the yard all night; they will probably get freezingitis if you do. Don't wash their face with soap too often; their delicate i-kin cannot stand it. Don't allow pins to be stuck in their bodies; some people think dolls can't feel. SOME EXAMPLES FOR BOYS. It is not necessary that a boy who learns a trade should follow it all his life. Governor Palmer of Illinois was once a country blacksmith, and began his political career in Macoupin county. A circuit judge in the central part of Illinois was a tailor. Thomas Iloyne, a rich and eminent lawyer of Illinois, Illi-nois, was once a bookbinder. Erastus Corning of Xew York, too lame to do hard labor, commenced as a shop boy. in . Albany. When he applied for employment first he was asked, "Why, my little man, what can you do?" "Can do what I am bid," was the answer, which secured him a place. Senator Wilson of Massachusetts was a shoemaker; shoe-maker; Thurlow Weed was a canal, boat driver; ex-Governor ex-Governor Stone of Iowa was a cabinetmaker; as was also the late Hon. Stephen A. Douglas in his youth. Large numbers of men of prominence now living have risen from humble life by dint of industry, in-dustry, without which talent is a gold coin on a barren island. Work alone makes men bright, and it does not alone depend on the kind of work you have whether you rise or not. It depends, certainly, on how you do it. "WASTED ALL THREE 'WISHES.' An Irish legend has it that a good fairy once visited an old couple and promised them that any three wishes they would make would be granted. After racking their brains for some time in an endeavor en-deavor to discover what they desired most, the couple decided to visit the county fair to see if something there would suggest what they wanted. They did so, and after rambling around all day and not seeing anything that exactly suited them, toward evening they found themselves "before a display dis-play of kitchen utensils. Among them was a soup ladle, cheap, but likely to appeal to a woman, so tlia old woman in an absent moment said: "Oh, I wish I had one of these," and immediately she had it. The old man was so enraged because his wife had thoughtlessly thrown away one valuable wish that he retorted, "I wish that was stuck down your throat," and immediately this was done. Thereupon he was at once sorry at what he wished, and the only thing left. to do was to wish the ladle out again. So all three wishes went for naught. DO THE HARD THINGS FIRST. Suspended above the desk of a Pittsburg bank president is this motto: "Do the hard things tirst." Ten years ago he was discount clerk in this same bank. "How did you climb so fast?" I asked. "I lived up to that text," he replied. "Tell me about it," tasked. "There is not much to tell," he replied. "I had long been conscious that I was not keeping up with my work : it was distasteful to me. When I opened my desk in the morning and found it covered with reminders of work to be done durii,' the day, I became be-came discouraged. There were always plenty of comparatively easy things to do, and these I did first, putting off the disagreeable duties as long as possible. Result: I became intellectually lazy. I felt an increased capacity for my work. One morning I woke up. I took stock of myself, to find out the trouble. Memoranda of several matters that had long needed attention stared me from my calendar. I had been carrying them along from day to day. Inclosed in a rubber band were a number num-ber of unanswered letters which necessitated the looking up of certain information before the replies re-plies could be sent. I had tried for days to ignore their presence. "Suddenly the thought came to me: 'I have been doing only the easy things. , By postponing the disagreeable dis-agreeable tasks, the mean, annoying, little things, . my mental muscles have been allowed to grow-flab-by. They must get some exercise.' I took off my coat and proceeded to 'clean house.' It wasn't half as hard as I had expected. Then I took a card and wrote on it: 'Do the hard things first,' and put it where I could see it every morning. I've been doing do-ing the liard things first ever since." A Shameful Lie. We had thought that the days were gone when there could be any profit or encouragement even in the most fanatical anti-Catholic circles for the publication of such shameless lies, as the Glasgow Observer quotes as follows from the Christian Herald Her-ald (English paper) : "A gentleman traveling in South .America visited a Cathedral in the city in which he was staying, and became engrossed in copying some carving in a corner of the edifice. The hour for closing passed, and when he made for the door he found it barred for the night. Making the best of his predicament, he by and by lay down to sleep. During the night he was aroused by the opening of a door behind the high altar, and saw two priests drag the gagged and bound fonn of a nun to a spot where they raised a stone; then they tossed the nun into what was evidently a vault below, . and then, closing the trap, they went away. Xext morning he went and told the British cdnsul of the occurrence. The consul said he could do nothing, and advised him, if he valued his life, to leave the place at once." This has all the seeming of a lie out of the whole cloth which, of course, it is, and the challenge chal-lenge which the Observer thus puts will not be met by a particle of proof : v "We challenge the Christian Herald and those who conduct it to give a single fact in support of this invention. We say they cannot name the town where this occurred, nor the person who is alleged to have witnessed the occurrence, nor the name of the British, consul. We are prepared to deposit a sum of one hundred pounds in the hands of any reputable person to be paid over to any charitable object we may name if any evidence can be produced pro-duced by the Christian Herald or its proprietors , to prove their story." Xone can or will, he produced, nor will the "Christian" Herald what a misnomer retract cr apologize for its hideous slander. Such champions of 'Protestantism, are hot built that way. X. Y. Frecmaus' Journal |
