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Show ..Our Boy$and &irt$ Edited by Aunt Busy. This department Is conducted solely in the Internals Inter-nals of our girl and boy readers. Aunt Bu - is glad to hear 'any time from the r.eces and nephews who read this page, and to give hem all the advice and help In her power. Write on one Fide of the paper only. Do not have letters too lone. Original stories and verses will be gladly received slid carefully edited. - l.e TrheturnnedUSCrSP8 f contrlbutlons " accepted will l2iT. " BUSy- termountaln ATJOTBUSY HAS HER SAY. I).-ir Xiocos iuj.l Xrphows Aunt Busy is pub-i-hin- fiii ariiclo this Moek that she wants all the 1-oyf. purticularly to read, and she wants to hear ir:n them about the article. Be sure to write your pinion of oaeh "don't," dear nephews, be- ausr Aunt Busy intends 10 answer each one next wr-. k, but she would rather hear from the bovs lHr he article is called "A Boy's DontV' .d it carefully and write old Aunt. Busy Your i-iras about it. Lovingly. AUNT BUSY. LETTERS AND ANSWERS. , Sa,t City. October 15, 1D06. Icar Aunt Busy 1 thoueht 1 would write to ynu and let you know that I am in pood health. U fl.rf ' lhc month of October. I think it is a hoautiful month because it is the month of the iloly Rosary, and I think it is beautiful to say 1 he Rosary every night, I have a nice little altar and a statue of the Blessed Mother and the little .Ink, and every night our family savs the Holy Wary. As my letter is quite long, I will close lor the present. I remain, vour nephew JOSEPH THOMAS. Aunt Busy is sorry that the beautiful month of ih.? Ro,ary is over. She would like to see your little lit-tle altar. Joseph. Xow that the month of the Holy SouU is with us, remember to say the rosary for the month. Write soon again, dear boy. Aunt Busy will be glad to hear from you. ! - l I A Boy's Don'ts. (Kansas City Journal.') The pupils in one room in the Sabetha schools were each required to write a short composition One ot them, a boy of 10 years old. wrote the fol- lnwing: "l s bovs auJ ffirls are always bossed around :uid everybody says don't to us. Here are some ' .on ts for you grown people that I am going to wrne in this essay, because I dassent speak up and say cm to anybody's face: i).nt tell us boys and girls what we can't eat and when vovo got to quit eat in'. We don't try i give you advice about your eatin's. 'Don't get excited when we have been away Ti-oni i lie house j; few hours. We're all right. Ladies La-dies shouldn't get so nervous. "Don't tell us you're going to lick us when wc go to bed. There ain't any fun till after it is all over. 'T - - , Wam when you can't find any one els.- to blame. Mere dead tired of getting the worst of it. "Don't make us apologize. People ought to fipoiogirc to us lots of times, but thev never do Ji. 1 ou bet we notice it. Don't be everlasting grabbing us and straight - nnig us out and pulling our clothes and pokin- hm-Sn r CarS t0 ffet the d5rt out-lU. out-lU. I LIKE IT. "Don't always make us do your way. We want i" do our way once in a while. "Don't nudge each other and ask us sillv ques-tions. ques-tions. We're onto you old smart Alecs "Don t make fun of us. We've got feelings. It hough the big people never seem to know it. "Don't make us 'show off.' How would vou feel if somebody made you do tricks like an Irish M-tterf "Don't make us 'thank you' and all that kind of business every lime somebody hands us something. some-thing. They don't do it because they want us to bow and scrape around. They do it because they were us themselves once. "This ain't all the don'ts I know, but I'll have to stop because the teacher won't let me. make the j'i'-ee any longer.' Forgoten Thanks. Of course, you boys and girls are not the kind who forgot to say "Thank vou" when any one does you a favor. When you were very small, before you oould so much as talk plainly, father .and nioiher taught you these two little words, and ever -iiti-o. T trust, you hav.e been careful about using 'bem at the right time. There are many people who are careful to say "Thank you"' when some one passes them the bread i' dinner, or lends them a book to read, but who reeeive other and greater kindnesses without say-: say-: i!s a word. "Where are my gloves erics Jack, as he is V"'Ut io start for school some cold morning. "O ie.-ir! J wish folks would let my gloves alone!'' "Here they are. Jack' mamma says, quickly, the sij'jnd of the impatient voice comes to her in-. "I put. them away for you when you left ' i'.eni lying about." And perhaps Jack says ''Oh!" and perhaps ho i nothing :it all. It is not likely that he says " M'.snk yon."' Wc fear his mother is used to it, f-vrr. Many mothers are. How many boys and girls think of saying "Thank you' for the hours mother spends mending Loir torn clothes, or for her care of them when v pre sick, or for any of the little sacrifices she - mi iking all ihe time? If they want any help on ' oir r-v(,ns. mother gives it as a matter of course, :!;! they usually forget that it is anything for iiich to thank her. They take it for granted that whatever they want molher will give them, if she ;.osihly can; and so she will, but her willingness oid her love and her unselfishness are no excuse I'iv their being ungrateful and discourteous. Start this very day to say "Thank you" when- ver mother does you a kindness. Perhaps you will be surprised to learn how many chances there are in a day to use those little words. And you will be even more surprised to see how much it means '" mother that you Ic not forget thera. James G. Blaine, III. Oil ihe payroll of the Xight and Day bank of cw York is a young man who bears a name once rvery tongue. He is James G. Blaine 3rd. -r.jndson of the famous Maine statesman who ran ;'i t President against Grover Cleveland in 1SSL Young Blaine started work in the bank on Sept. on a salary of $H per week. He is a bright and itemising fellow, and those who know him detect -M-ong resemblances between him and his noted grandfather. THE HOLY MASS. Two lights on a lowly Altar, A Crucifix placed between, Two vases of dying roses, Dawn's blush in the East serene; The Celebrant, robed in his vestments. Proceeds with the Sacrifice clean. ! He has read the Epistle and Gospel. He has offered the Bread and Wine; He has called on the faithful assembled In suppliant prayer to combine; And their thanks in Ihe jubilant Preface He has voiced to the Father Divine. The. sound of a hallowed whisper Floats presently over the Bread And trembles around the chalice. Where the Priest bows down his head ; When lo! He is veiled on the Altar, Who on Calvary for us bled! The snow-white Host is uplifted 'Mid silver tinkle of bell, And the golden chalice in turn gleams Aloft; lone heart! 'tis well. Still keeps thy Jesus His promise. With thee all days to dwell. Ah! words of the olden Thursday, Still holding creative sway! Ye have, brought us the Friday's Yictim And Priest in his own sweet way. 'Xeath veils with His Glorified body, Himself still He offers this day. His Redeemer and God love-hidden To his, lips the Anointed now leads. He consumes, first, the round, white specie 'Xeath which a Divine Heart pleads ! And absorbs, next, the liquid, red semblance 'Xeath which Blood Divine intercedes! Then the Priest comes down to the railing Where brows are bowed in prayer, In the tender clasp of his fingers A Host lies pure and fair, And the risen Christ and the Christian Soul-risen are One made there! i Oh! Love that is deep and deathless! Oh ! Faith that is strong and grand ! Oh! Hope that will shine forever O'er the wastes of a weary land! 'Xeath veils is re-born and re-offered In each Mass, at the Priest's command. God's Son and Our Lady's! This God-man We receive from the Priest's pure hand ! Father Ryan. Spectators Enjoyed It. A 3-year-old boy, who was evidently the unquestioned un-questioned boss of his entire family, gave an entertainment en-tertainment the other afternoon which was enjoyed by a large audience of shoppers and bargain hunters. hunt-ers. The family, consisting of father, mother, a 12-year-old girl and the boy himself, says the Philadelphia Phil-adelphia Record, had been down town together, ami now the mother was going home with the children. The father had just put them on the car when the boy called out: '"Papa, you haven't hugged me yet." As the car was standing still on account of traffic on Market street, papa stepped up and hugged the boy and turned away. He had his foot, on the curb when the boy called out in a tone which there was no denying: "Papa, come back and hug sister." Papa went back and hugged sister, al: though, having to traverse the sunlighted street, his temperature was already high. Once more he. reached the curb. "Papa, come back and hug mamma!' It was evidently a case of tears then and there, so papa turned, made a dash for the moving car, and mamma made a run for the back platform, where papa hugged her. Girls Who Haven't Time. Have you noticed what a lot of "haven't time" girls there are about? It's such a busy, bustling world, and they have their interests and amusements, amuse-ments, which really almost fill the whole of ea?h day. Surely none could expect such busy people to undertake all the little odd-and-end bits of work and errands that crop up in every household! What a lucky thing the little mothers are at hand to fill the gaps! It's such a nice, easy excuse to make if one wants to get out of doing something. We bustle around and appear to be in the most tremendous hurry. , We really haven't time to do many things we are asked to do, unless by chance they happen to be the. things we want to do ourselves. Isn't that often the case? If it's something we don't want to do, out comes our ever-ready excuse; but if it's just tjhe other thing, and it's some pleasure pleas-ure that is offered to us why, then we make time. But, dear girls, this isn't the right waj- to look at life. God has given you your life not merely that you may have a good time and enjoy yourself, but that you may make the best of it, and do some good in the world. What, think you. would your father say to a clerk or any one in his employ if, instead of trying to do the work given him, he wasted all his time in amusements I t And it's just the same with girls' work, which you are neglecting unless you are making time to do the kind and thoughtful actions that come in your way. You can leave them if you like: There is no compulsion; but you will be missing what may be the greatest happiness of your life if you do. And how can you expect to be loved unless you show your love for other peopled They may be such small things that they have never appeared to you to be important. Just a visit to cheer an invalid; a duty done that will, leave the dear mother a little freer; a half-hour de- . voted to amusing little Johnny, or helping him with his lessons; a letter written to some one to whom you know it will give pleasure, a treasured flower gathered and given to some one who will appreciate is ; even a kindly word or a bright smile such little things, and yet they may mean an immense im-mense amount of self-denial and thoughtfulness. But don't thing youH find it easy work, especially espe-cially if you've never tried to do these things .before. .be-fore. You won't. Probably many and many a time you'll be tempted to think it really isn't worth while and you might as well go back to the old ways aain. That is the time above all when you must be on your guard. A" Choir of Birds. It is said that at the Chapel of St. Peter, in Florence, there is a choir of birds, the only one of its kind in existence. The birds 300 in number are all in separate cages, which are arranged in rows on both sides of the altar. The leader is a girl, who has had the birds under her personal training for over two years. The whole of the musical part of the service is most exquisitely rendered ren-dered by them. The leader starts each hymn bv l ( whistling the first few I "tes, and then the bird take it up, in obcdienccl o the movement of their instructor's hand. V TO REV. JAMeI F. M'NAMEE. The year grows splendid iits royal crown of gold. But its erowi is fairest And its beauty rarest; All because its leaves are growing old. May hope grow splendid as your leaves of life unfold, 1 May you find life's dut ies Like the autunni beauties All the sweeter for your growing old. John AY. Eddy in Helena Independent. Little Acts of Kindness. A beautiful German story relates how one day a little girl named Jeannette witnessed a great army review. Thousands upon thousands of spectators spec-tators crowded around the stand, before which the Emperor was to watch the passing regiments. While Jeannettte- was seated cm the stand she saw a feeble old woman trying very hard to get. where .she could see. The little (-mian girl said to her-self: her-self: I Tt is not right for nie o sit here, when T am strong and well and can stolid, while that poor feeble fee-ble old woman can see notlijng. I ought to honor old age. as I want some orje to honor me when 1 am old." Then she gave up her to the old woman, and went and stood in the crowd:. But while Jeannette was standing upon her tiptoejs, trying in vain to see. a courier of the Emperoi. Covered with gold lace, elbowed his way to her sid;. jmd said : "Little girl, His Majestvj would be glad to see you in the royal box." i When ,the agashed child Utood before the Empress, Em-press, she graciously said: 'Gome here, my daughter, daugh-ter, and sit. with me. T saw you give up your seat to that old woman, and now you must remain by my side." : So God honors those whJo honor his servants God especially honors lliosei who honor the aged and seemingly helpless disci jlles, whose earthly pil- grimages are nearly ended, j. THE STORY OF THE CAT-TAILS. In the meadow where the rushes Whisper soft to every breeze. And the rivulet runs singing Underneath the willow trees. Stand the cat-tails tall and stately, Ever brown and browner grow In the golden summer weattier, Slowly swaying to and fro. Once I missed our tiny; kitten. And I searched most earnestly ; Twas the dearest little playmate That a body'd often s -e ' Striped he was in browi and yellow Full of mischief as ould be. Round his face and rou id his figure, But a tailless cat was ic. And I found him in tlnl rushes; Ah, his eyes were oped wide Gazing at the velevet oil-tails What were crickets tlVi beside? Was he thinking. thu JTondered In this quiet grassy flill, ' That upon sicjAfen &ak growing Was his- little niissiriVr tall . Alix Thorn, in McCall's Magazine. A Birth-Month Party. An entertainment which s somewhat novel is the Birth-Month Party! In the invitations each guest is requested to wear something about her costume which will indicate o the rest the month in which he was born. The-fe may take the form of birth stones, appropriate Mowers or designs, ornaments, or-naments, etc. The followinlr are a few hints for the puzzled ones: Y: January A string of tiijy silver bells; an hour- I glass and a scythe; a baby Xew Year and a Fa- 1 ther Time. f ; February Some hint iff Washington's birth- j day. Feb. 22. j March A musical scorc; in march time; a tiny ! hare. f j April A wee umbrella! ;-. a paper fool's cap. j May A bunch of Ma.-l-flowers ; a pretty sprinii j gown; a flag. I ' j June A wedding rhvA ; a bunch of roses. July A patriotic coVtume; a bunch of firecrackers, fire-crackers, ft . August A white drjjss. large fan and shade hat. September Purple ajsters; berries, October Autumn le.jlives; paper pumpkins. Xovember A tiny tijjirkey. December A Christ flnas gown. A good idea for theI club would be to ask each guest to bring some dijih for lunch appropriate to the month in which shjp was born. |