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Show I 'Good Morning.'' i j v ''Joo-l morning" to papa, I Aid I hup him just like this. 1 Siv "( ;'! morning" to mamma, Rives me a loving kiss. t (;.in ! morning" lo Frank and to Lucy, j Aii.i cloar little- baby Clare; I '(jfLMi morning" t;i Thee, Heavenly i, 1 Father. II Wh'n I say my morning prayer. If Sunbeam. - 1 A Calendar. i 1 y,y iUiir playmates, just try this j riiHira j In January, have no alarm. . j I in February, just find some way : j To li 1; mamma a part of the day. In March, no matter if things go I I wrong. I Just irinrd your tempter; it can't last J long, j I Fi April, keep a watch on your eyes, J For thore"re apt to be uncertain skies. $ I lit May. be careful and not complain j When asked to go errands again and I again. 5 I n June, give somebody else you know I A hit of sunshine a smile or so. ? J .And hfti July comes wheeling 'round, i I wouldn't be idle, and never found. I Should sultry August lay a snare, I Font put things off; act then and I tin re. In soft September, don't scream and ? shout: j V,c neat and tidy, indoors and out. ,; Thin when we come to October days. Try hard to merit your teacher's praise. n crisp November curb well your i 4 tongue. ! I J ever truthful your friends among. Aii'l when December winds up the '. year, 'r '( pentle and kindly to every one, " clear. ; Anna B. Patten in Catholic Coluni- : hian. - - j AUNT BUSY HAS HER SAY. I ? Hear Nieces and Nephews: Aunt 1- I Kiy has not much to say this week : J l't'caiiFe she has so many letters to -7 publish from the dear girls and boys. Aunt Busy i.s so fond of her dear young J ci.rwpor.dents that she is really very j pn.ud of the number of letters that ap- ' lf'?-r this week. There are so many of h"r d'rar old-time friends, though, who ii"f-r write to her. Have the dear little Dorseys left America? Aunt Busy has not heard from th:m for ever so long. 'Well, for 'his time, dear children. Aunt Busy good-bye. AUNT BUSY. j LETTERS AND ANSWERS. 1 Park City, Dec. 27. I Dear Aunt Busy: j 1 was pleased to see my letter in the 1 paper last week, and thank you for your kind words. I hope you spent I Christmas pleasantly, and I wish you I the happiest New Year you ever had. I I have had some fine cutter rides this cold weather. I wish you could come I fnmf day with Jeffrey and I. We can Jboth drive to Park, as our horse is p-ntle. We live about two miles out l of Park City and have a fine road for i j cur drives. I 5 My baby brother Francis is 3 years old: he has two cats; one is Beauty 1 ind tho other Beauty's baby. I would I writ more, but I am afraid my let- I t-i would be too long. Your nephew, WALTER COUGHLIN. I ;iad indeed is Aunt Busy to hear j from you again. Walter. She would I lk- to hear from you every week. I Think you kindly for your good w is:i s. Walter. Indeed Aunt Busy ap- ; iatcs them. She would like to see J K-auty and Beauty's dear baby, but n'ot of all she would love to see the I 'larling baby brother, Francis. Give law a great" big kiss for Aunt Busy. I Diamondville. Wyo., Dec. 10, 1903. J Jlv 1 ear Aunt Busy: I 1 tliought 1 would write to let you I ); w t hut we are all well and hope 11 u a!-o the same. There is a show in 'u h.-re now called the "Kkkappoos." i Th-y cive a pretty good show. They I an h-re to advertise and sell their :-di. inoH. They show moving pictures ' 1 pictures that don't move, and they s ',.,' runny sketches and sing comic ' : and comic recitations, and they ''; 'lance, and Ave have more fun '':-i hing them. They are going to si y svi'ii nights here. I have gone I i.j-htg and I am going Monday I lot'h;. The school gave two weeks' va- ' -n n at Christmas and we had'a line tin,-. j vas skating very near all the I V; -:tion, and had more fun. I had I :t '.Merry Christmas and a "Happy I v,v Year" and hope you had S'ie same. "There is not much winter in Dia-ir.oridviile. Dia-ir.oridviile. The snow is all melting off 'h- ground and the.y are using wag-ens- and buggies instead of sleighs. Well. I guess I will close. From your 'c; how, MORGAN J. KAVAXAGH. 1. S. Father C.sey, who was in Kvanston. but went to Rawlins, died ih- ro recently. Kathf'i- Kennedy of Kemmerer went 'lown to Rawlins to Father Casey's funeral. MORGAN J. KAVANAUGIL Aunt Busy always enjoys hearing from her Di;nondville nephews. What lfar. happy fellow you are, Mor- c:n' You seem to find so much hap- pineys jn j;-e Aunt Busy dearly loves I t.i know happy boys and girls. . I Thc,f. were many friends to regret 1 the death of dear Father Casey, but he J. was a pood and saintly priest, and it is consoling to remember that he is at rest forever with the Divine Saviour he sf faithfully served. At rest from all the weary pain and suffering he so patiently pa-tiently endured. Pray for him, Mor-an- His life was a beautiful example for all boys to follow. - . ? I La Jara, Colo.. Jan. 9. 1903. Dear Aunt Busv As all the holidays I are over, 1 will write and tell you what i I kind of a time I had. I had a fine time Christmas. We went to the Christmas tree and heard a very good programme. Christmas night we went skating, and it was pretty cold. New Year's I had a good time skating skat-ing and playing games. There are about six inches of snow on the ground. Our school started Monday morning for awhile. It was very dull, but after awhile it was all right again. I have just got home from school a few minutes min-utes ago. We had siphering down this afternoon and my side beat. Well, this is all I have to write about, so will close. Your loving nephew, DENNIS M'CUNNIFF. Such a long time since you wrote to Aunt Busy, Dennis: She thought you had surely forgotten her. What a delightful de-lightful time you had during the holidays. holi-days. Of course you intend to work hard now for the remainder of the school year. Write often to Aunt Busy. Salt Lake City. Jan. 10. 1903. Dear Aunt Busy It is so long since I last wrote to you that I thought I would begin the new year by writing to you. I am in the fifth grade and attend the Hamilton school. I like to read the letters in the Aunt Busy column; also the stories. We have a pet doggie, whose name is Tiger; and a cat that is 8 years old. Her name is Mrs. Blacky. Master Tommy Is her son. and a very naughty one,, too. When she gets anything to eat he steals it from her. Well, good-by. Wishing you and your friends a Happy New Year, Your loving niece, LENA FAFEK. Indeed, little niece, it is long since Aunt Busy heard from you. She wants to compliment you on the marked improvement im-provement in your writing. She has seldom seen better writing from such a very little girl. Poor old kitty-puss! How very old she is! Aunt Busy thanks you for your kind words for her department. Rawlins, Wyo., Jan. 10, 1903. Dear Aunt Busy Since your nephews ar.d nieces in Rawlins have not written writ-ten to you, I will try and write a little letter to you. I am 9 years old and I go to school every day. I have three brothers and one sister, and my sister is going to be a Franciscan Sister, and she is home now for a little vacation. Papa and mamma take the Intermoun-tain Intermoun-tain Catholic. Your loving niece. MARGUERITE JORDAN. The dear little niece in Rawlins is welcome, indeed. Aunt Busy feels that the Rawlins children neglect her, and she appreciates the very lovely little letter from a very lovely little niece. You must be very fond and proud of your dear sister, who will soon become h Franciscan Sister. Ask her to say a little prayer for Aunt Busy, will you, dear? Please. 'i . Diamondville, Wyo., Jan. 10, 1903. My Dear Aunt Busy How are you getting along? We are all well and hope you are the same. I go to school every day and I am in the fifth grade. My teacher's name is Mr. Moore, and he is a nice teacher. I guess you think I forget you when I do not write to j you. I have written two or three letters let-ters to you that you did not publish, but I guess it is not your fault, because you did not get them. I suppose that's , why. I had a Merry Christmas and a Happy Hap-py New Year, and I hope you had the same. I will now close. From your nephew, ARTHUR A. KAVANAUGH. Pretty well, thank you, Arthur. But Aunt Busy is very annoyed to think that your letters have not been re- j ceived. She really cannot understand why she did not yet them, but she is very pleased that you acted sensibly and wrote again. Write often to Aunt Busy. She is very fond of her dear nephews in Diamondville. "Doug's Little Sister." We all had the nicest game, one rainy day at Tip-Top. last summer, that you ever saw! Have you ever been at Tip-Top? It is a summer place, you know, on top of the Blue Ridge mountains, where you can stand on a rock called "Catherine's Seat" and look ever great big pieces of Virginia on both sides of the mountain. We children like it best of all tht summer places we've tried: the grownups grown-ups say there isn't enough to do no springs to be going to six times a day, no baths, no ballroom, not even a ten-pin ten-pin roll. But Jack and Mercer and I don't care for those things; we like the woods and fields and rocks and trees and wild flowers and birds. Jack and Mercer pretend that they like the snakes, too, but I don't see how they can. The first two weeks we played out of doors all day, and only dressed once a day before breakfast; at dinner and tea we only had to wash our faces and hands and slick up our hair. We liked Tip-Top for that. But then came a rainy day, and we didn't like the place so well. There really wasn't any very good getting-together getting-together place for the thirty-six children, chil-dren, so we had to break up Into squads. Mercer and Jack and I were asked into Mrs. McCrnm's room to play with her foui. and the three Fenwieks were asked, too. "Mamma," said Hartley. "I saw-Douglas saw-Douglas Campbell and his little sister in the hall. They look awful lonesome. lone-some. Can't we ask 'em in?" Mrs. MeCrum said there wasn't much breathing room, but she couldn't bear to think of those two being lonesome. They had no mother. So Douglas and Elsie came in. And this was the game that I told you was so nice Mrs. MeCrum showed us how. Every one chose a character; it might be Queen Elizabeth or President Pres-ident Roosevelt or a pet dog or a parrot par-rot or anything you pleased. Nobody must know but Mrs. MeCrum, and. when she asked questions, we must try to answer in some way that showed what our character was, and .all the C'ForS fSnJe. when Mrs. MeCrum asked "President Roosevelt how he liked Tip-Top. he said he. liked a. white J house better. And when she asked "Jennie Lind" how her health was today, to-day, she answered that her throat was too sore to sing. Of course, Elsie was really too little to play; we just let her pretend. But after Ruth Fen wick had been guessed, and was out of the game, r.he took Elsie on her lap and answered for her. We all noticed that when Mrs. MeCrum Me-Crum first asked Elsie -what she'd be, and Elsie whispered back, Mrs. MeCrum Me-Crum hugged and kissed her, and said. "You darling!" And then, when Ruth asked her what she was, and she whispered whis-pered back, Ruth kissed her, too, and said, "How lovely!" But Elsie was such a little dear, nobody wondered at her being kissed. Well, we guessed everybody in the play except Eslie, and we Just couldn't guess her. so she got the prize (a little raisin cake), and then Mrs. MeCrum told us that Elsie wouldn't agree to be anybody but "Doug's little sister!" "She seemed to think," Mrs. MeCrum said, "that if she ngred to be Jennie Jen-nie Wren or Cinderella, as I proposed, it might keep her from being Doug's little sure-enough sister, and I was afraid it would make her cry, so I let her have her way. "And if I was Douglas Campbell," Mrs. MeCrum went on, "I would rather have it to remember that my precious little sister said that than get a $1,000 prize." "Why would you, Mrs. MeCrum?" asked stupid little me; but the next minute I was ashamed of asking such a foolish question. "Don't you see. Carolyn," she answered, an-swered, and looked at me in surprise, "it shows that Elsie's brother has been so sweet and good to her that she isn't willing to be anything in the world but 'Doug's little sister'?" Elizabeth Eliz-abeth Preston Allan. When I'm a Man. When I grow into a great big man, And buy . what I want to wear, I'm going to have trousers a mile or two long. And never will, brush my hair. I'll buy a silk hat, with a very tall crown, And carry a , gold-headed cane; I'll not wear a necktie it takes so much time To untie it and tie it again. I'm going to eat candy whenever I please, And play on the streets till it's dark. With peanuts my pockets will always be stuffed. Oh, say, won't I just have a lark? I'll hitch on the ice wagons all that I please, With no one to make me get off: I won't be polite to a nurse or a girl, And my hat I never will doff. And never, oh,' never! will I go to bed Before it's at least half-past eight: Ah! a jolly good time I'll have when a man, You'll see if you only just wait. |
