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Show ..Oar Em and Mrh. Edited by Aunt Busy. This department is conducted solely in the interests inter-ests of our girl and boy readers. Aunt Bury is glad to hear any time from the nieces and nephews who read this page, and to give them ail the advice and help in her power. vvrite on one side of the paper only. Vo not have letters too long. fin?rS.n?,?t0rl!S and ver8CB wiU be Slay received and carefully edited. le1rtumcdUSCrit3 ' COIltributios not accepted will . Cannon?5 IJ?? ret,lerS lo Aunt Busr- mountain catholic, fcalt Lake City. SATURDAYS. fcinp a song of Saturday? Band of fifty-two, " ' Joining hands about the year, What a. merry crew! How they mnke the hours dance'. How they eliout with glee: Ycp. the happy Saturday . ,-. Is the day for me. Si. , i Sinn a song ot Saturdays, Pearls upon a chain. . Hung about the New Year's neck 1 When she comt-s again. All among the other beads, Pink or blue or gray, How you love the shining gleam I-; I-; Of a Saturday! Sing a Fong of Saturdays. Rosea in a wreath, Fifty-two so big and bright Who would look beneath? ' Other days may be as gix-cn. Others bloom as fair, Yet Si tingle Saturday W could never spare. Sing a Fong of Saturdays, Rests along the road: Here we halt to take a breath. Ease the weary load. Ho! another milestone passed Toward the goal we seek. Then, refreshed, we travel on For another week. I: ' MAMMA'S DRUMMER. "When I'm a man. I won't be king and rule the land; No. sir. I'm going to join the band, When I'm a man. I won't go tooting some old horn Like ma's fisherman so forlorn. Or blowin a high tone fancy fife; No there's something better in life. I'm going to have a. great big drum. Oh, how I wish that time would come. Trum a trum, trum. Trum a trum, trum. Then I'll go marchin' up the street: You bet that drum I'll beat and beat, And when the others all keep still, I'll Just play louder yes, I will. Rub a dub, dub. Rub a dub, dub. And all the horses, won't they prance. And all the girls, oh. how they'll dance! And whea small boys ;rji players cheer. They'll mean the drummer in the rear. Trum a trum, trum. Trnm a trum, ttum. f And when I march by mamma's house, ' I won't be still as any mouse. And she is sure her boy to see. And. oh, how proud shc'U surely be! Rub a dub, dub. Rub a dub, dub. And then I'll play so loud she'll say. In such a proud and happy way: Friends, neighbors dear, would you believe That man wltb spangles on his sleeve Is Just my RoT, .My little boy?" , Room, boom, boom, boom! Chicago Advance. " T . , Duplicate Letters. , Here is a game that can be started at a moment's mo-ment's notice, anvwliore and that will make fun for many a quarter of an hour that otherwise would lag: One. girl propounds a question s-ueh as: "If I were a lump post what would you do with me?" The girl whose turn is next must answer with n sentence that shall have at least three words in it 1 hat begin with the same letter as the noun "lamp post." For instance, she might reply "I would leap loyally 1o light you. r The next jful may ask. "Will you lend me a dollar? " : The reply will he: "I dare say I would donate it if I were not eo dolefully poor.' The answers that are made up on the spur of the moment are often ho ludicrous that they would make an owl laugh. i AUNT BUSY HAS HER SAY Dear Nieces and Xephews Aunt Busy is anxiously anx-iously waiting to hoar from the girls and hoys '' ahout ''Columbus." Do all the young folks know that she has four beautiful prizes for the best assays? She will now give a prize to the one who ends in the. first essay, so iliis makes the fifth prize "ffored by the funny, fat, old lady. She is very anxious to hear from Ogden, because be-cause he considers ihc Ogden children so very clover; but if they do not "get busy" soon, she fears they are oh, dear, hfTw can she say it? lazy. . Hoping to hear from all the nieces and nephews neph-ews very soon, the remains, lovingly but anxiouslv, AL'XT BUSY. LETTERS AND ANSWERS. Ogden, Utah, Oct. 23, 1903. Dear Aunt. Busy I am only a little boy, but my brother Walter is a big young man handsome, hand-some, too. Hr wants lo know if you ever hear from Robert Dorsey or Forest. I suppose they are ton big to write to you. Tell them to write, anyhow. any-how. There ore many people here in Ogden who would like to know how they are. Give them lots of love from the Dean family. T am tired now. Good-bye. LEO DEAN. Aunt Busy thinks you must Ik? a very dear li'llln 'Krtv I Ti ll Wnltor lint T?r.Ki.rt :i,yA Vnf- Cbt Dorsey have long since forgotten their poor old Auntie Busy. And she was so fond of them, too! Aunt Busy appreciates the kind remembrance from your family, Leo, and hopes to hear from you very often. Glenwood Springs, Colo., Xov. 1, lf);').". My Dear Aunt Busy It is a long time since I wrote to you, but I did not forget you. just the f-ame. We are going to school now, and maybe I can writ oftener. I am in the second grade, and I like my teacher very much. Well, Aunt Busy, I must tell you about my pets. I have lots of chickens chick-ens and a dog and a cat, and an old rag doll for a baby. Hoying my letter is not too long, I must close. From vour loving niece, MARY CRADDOCK. Aunt Busy is so pleased to hear from you, Mary. She really feared that you had forgotten her. Of course you like your teacher; all good children like their teachers, and the teachers like good children. Aunt Busy would like to see your pets. She had many old rag dolls when she was a little girl. Write often, dear. Ogden, Utah, Oct. 23, 1905. Dear Aunt Busy Our football team is getting along fine. We practice every day at recess and again in the evening after school. We had quite a snowstorm last week, but today is like summer. We have a line Sunday school about two hundred hun-dred and fifty. Our class is the best. We are trying try-ing hard to beat the girls. I r.m in ,thc big class. I made my First Communion last year. I belong to the St. Aloysius society. I am a good altar boy, too. I will not let the other boys get. aheed of me. Harvey Cahill is president of the altar boys. lie-is lie-is just about right. I will write soon again. Goodbye. Good-bye. Your loving nephew, ALBERT M'GUIXESS. Aunt Busy considers the Ogden boys the best, juvenile football players in the state. The people of Ogden certainly have cause to be proud of their Sunday school, Albert. Give Aunt Busy's best love to all the dear Ogden fellows, and a particular amount to Harvey Cahill and your own dear self. Glenwood Springs, Colo., Nov. 1, 190.". Dear Aunt Busy I am going to write a few lines to let you know that the little C ruddocks are very much alive, and I hope you are tho same at present. Dear Aunt, if Santa'Chms comes to Salt Lake will you please send him to Glenwood. We want some presi-nts, loo. I must close, for tins time. Your Little niece. MARGARET CRADDOCK. Aunt Busy has a glad welcome for the dear little niece from Glenwood. She will certainly send Santa Clans to Glenwood, dear. She will tell him about two sweet little ladies who deserve to ;be remembered. If He Knew What She Wanted. Once unon a time there was a little girl who wisneu so ardently that a good lairy would appear to her that at length a good fairy came. "My child," said the visitor, "I am prepared lo give you whatever you wish "' "How nice!'' exclaimed the. little girl. "'Provided your choice meets with my approval." "I I think Fd like to have a lot of candy,"' said the. little girl; "as much as I could eat without getting sick." She spoke the last three words doubt-f"lb doubt-f"lb judging from the fairy's expression that some objection was to be expected at this point. ''But that would never do," said the fairy. "I once knew a little boy who had so much candy that he could not eat any dinner and there was huckleberry huckle-berry pie for dessert. Just think of it, he couldn't eat any huckleberry pie! He didn't mind it at the time, but he was awfully sorry after the pie was all gone. And then, my dear, I find that even our fairvland confectioners can't make any candy that is really good for the teeth. It is the sweet tooth, you know, that goes to the dentist. Try again." ''Well, then." said the little girl, who had troubles of her own, "I wish I could always know my lessons les-sons without studying them and spell all the big words right and do all the hard sums." "I'm afraid that wouldn't do," said the fairy. "You'd become indolent and you'd have too high an opinion of your self. You'd be so smart that you'd forget that you were not entitled to any credit for being smart just like many smart people I know." "Well, I'd like to have the nicest clothes of anybody any-body in this neighborhood." "But what would the other little girls think of me? Why, they'd neves forgive me." "Well, if I can't have the nicest clothes for myself, my-self, I'd like to have a lot of dolls with the nicest j clothes that dolls ever had." . ! - "Same objection, my dear. Consider the feelings j of the other little irls." j "Oh, well, then, I'd just like to be grown up. I wish, oh. how I wish I were old enough to be a debutante." "Ah, my dear, I could not-allow you to miss all the good times you'll have between now and then. If I should make you a debutante, I have no doubt you would ftnjoy it just now, but what would you think of me ten of fifteen years from now, when you would consider that, but for me. you would be so much younger? Really, I should be. afraid to look you in the faeo again." "Well, then, I don't know as I know what to wish:" . "I was afraid you wouldn't, my dear. That's the trouble, with children and grown folks as well they don't know what- to wish. If thev did, the good fairies and other folks who want to help them would have a very easy time." The fairy then vanished. Saturday Evening Post. A Hint for Little Tapers. One night ;i man took a little taper out of a drawer and lighted it, and began to ascend a long, winding stair. "Where are you going?" said the taper. , "Away, high up," said the man; "higher than the top of the house where we sleep." )"And what arc you going to do there?" said the little taper. "I am going to show the ships out at sea where the harbor is," said the man; "for we stand at the entrance to a harbor, and some ship far -out on the stormy sea may be looking for our light even now." "Alas! no ship could ever see my light," said the little taper; "it is so very small." "If your light is small," said the man, "keep it burning brightly and leave the rest to me." Well, when the man got up to tho top of the lighthouse for this was a lighthouse they were in he took the little taper and with it he lighted the great lamps that stood ready with their polished pol-ished reflectors behind thefti, and soon they were burning steady "and clear, throwing a great strong beam of light across the sea. By this time the lighthouse man had blown out the little taper and laid it aside. But it had done its work. Though its own light had been so small, it had been the means of kindljng the great, lights in the top of the lighthouse, and these were now shining over the sea, so that, ships far out knew by it whero they were, and were guided safely into the harbor. The Well-spring. AUTHORITY WHAT IT IS. (Daily Oregon ian, Portland. Xon-Catholic.) "A Reader 'writes to ak: "Why is The Ore-gonian Ore-gonian hostile to Christianity;" Further, "Why does the Ongonian sneer at the word 'orthodox'?" It is a wonder to The Oregonian that it could be mi.Minderstood. Xo one is hostile to Christianity. Christian-ity. No one wishes to flout "orthodox" opinion. Jiut the uregonian wants oennnions. ii ucsires iu know what Christianity is, and what orthodox opinion opin-ion is. ... Through the Roman Catholic Church only do you get these definitions without question or dissent. dis-sent. You may not, yourself, agree with them when you get them; but there are no others upon which any large body of Christians is agreed. Variation' of opinion is observed among adherents of each and every Protestant denomination. Opinion shades orl from rigorous Presbyterianism to widest Unitarianism. Hence it is that outside the Roman Catholic Church everything is merely a matter of opinion; Through the Reman Catholic Church you get apostolical apos-tolical and historical authority nowhere else; and the history of the doctrine and of its descent to the present time from the same source. Protestantism is dissent. Some phases of it take the name of orthodoxy. Yet again there are as many phases of orthodoxy as there are Protestant denominations. . There are many who can't' be called Christians i at all that is. believers in historical, dogmatical and doctrinal Christianity; yet if they had to accept ac-cept the doc-mas and doctrines of Christianity they could onlv be Roman Catholics. Knowledge of the historical grounds of doctrine and of historical bases of belief is indispensible to any consideration of this great subject. No one person can define Ciiristianitor orthodoxy for another. an-other. The' Roman Catholic phuvch does for those who adhere to it. All else is but the wclte of individual or sectarian opinion. """ |