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Show S p' .Our Boysani Biri: j . ited by Aunt Busy. under, - I I wlBh rtK was a girl, SY' memory ! j Together we could Pay: n. anj I Tin Pix years old or win v, th . A'ld riV the child "'he's y0tn- I And sometimes when -tic i f -ntent, ' I wish there was a lof; wn5 f the For mother has to work so hard Fench riVif? "iehts Pour nff tea , Mary j d have 110 dread. ,!ld- '! "llerMrit?1 me hold her hand nd vs. And I J y :d Wlth 311 its rinS; th J Tf , go riht off to sleep the - If mother only sings' ies to re do m0ther has no time, she savs, ect I Jlun"r "ttle girls, 'cos sho ' ?f f tLVT4 w,t the ba,,s and things one's j That keeps her up till three. .. fthew- f'J Tii lif Akraf hTUig:ht for mother's step, ! ' .,And lhe I call out loud and clear th r "ope you'll have a lovely time " lend, j And- "Good-night, mother, dear." 1Ch" , BuU-hPn Fhe'K ,one and down below ' anus f U. T IJT ,the ,carriaee door slam to and I 1 fAoe' so lonely I could crv. Is iu .' J d somenes, pYar., 1 do. the If . -D. Z. Doty. e P. tf AUNT BUSY SAYS ,ew- jj Dear Pieces and Xephew- i A"Ut Blsy PuWkhed a little story Ia.t week I abnut a cat that 'Varae back ?' TM-u 1 nd abo ? a b whc wants mi (A"fU T "y vtM -ks i; a ,Pe,,y and l,cinR iruo. teomb Kileys die is sure it h X 1 Jamos WLitcomb Riley in his inimitable war ,1 If Afcd, la,J Jho lmi'lc UP his mind that he "could T Ptand the t-vraniiy of home longer' and so 2 j ? inorning l,c put a long-contemplated plan on. fj auto execution, and ran awav. o if . . 1 .dsJ,y lon" ho I)la"e( at the old "swim- IM mmg-hole with the other buys, making a raid on J an orchard at noon to stifle the pangs of hunger. At night, when Ins companions went home, he was Jeit alone, "with a lump in his throat which hurt j worse when he didn't notice it than when he did." es I it grew dark, he "oozed' toward home. He it I climbed the back fence into the back vard, which ch j Jia PUcl1 a "homely"' look that he had never noticed ea I . f11?'. Aftor raming around getting acquainted I with Ins home that he had left so long ago about s twelve hours since he wandered into the sitting T0 where his father was reading the evening pa- I V?r and his mother was sewing. They took no 110- h j "tii of him. and he sat down on the remote edge of a :i cnair and waited to be recognized. He could is hear' the boys playing out in the commons, their is nightly games of ."town fox." but he didn't want to .iin them. He just wanted to stay Tight there at n hfjjne forever. The clock ticked,' oh, so loudly, but t otherwise the silence was so deep that it was pain- f ul. Finally, when it became more than he could bear, he cleared his throat and mustered up courage 1 enough io say: Well, I see you've got the same old cat , 5 "God bless the boy who, finding that he Las made ! f V 8 mistake in his valuation of home, is brave enough ' y po back and prove just how much the 'same old . oat' is worth, as compared with no cat and a home less life" . V . , , . ; Aunt Busy hopes that her dear nephews appre- ' oiate their homes and good parents. I Things may go wrong many times at home, the ; world may seem almost "upside down," but it is "home." The three most beautiful words of the ' English language are mother, father. and home. ; They sound more beautiful as the years pass by, : end they never sound so gloriously beautiful as when they are only memories. Aunt Busy fears f that sometimes the boys do not fully understand j what "home" means. She only wishes that she I could do her small share towards making boys ap- prr-ciate the happiness of a good home and good ;! parents. I She hopes that they realize the depth of love and I affection that is given them now in their youth I thr love 1 hat will increase with the years the love I that will follow them to life's close. I Dear boys, Aunt Busy is not preaching; she is I only reminding you of the duty you owe to home I and 1 he dear ones who make it so beautiful. A lit- I tie thought fulness now will save. manyca heartache I in the future years, wheu you will long for the love I r.nd tender care of your boyhood days, and it will I . be too late. I "Jt isnt tlie thing you do dear, It's the thing you leave undone That gives the weary heartache At the setting of the sun." Leave nothing undone, dear boys, that will make' home the happier for your, presence; then there will 1h no heartaches,. 110 heartbreaks, when the final summons comes and the "boys" enter the eternal fcuiihine of the Heavenly Home. AUNT BUSY. LETTERS AND ANSWERS. Salt Lake City, April IS. Dear Aunt Busy I would like to become one of your nieces. I am 10 years old and go. to school. I like my teacher "very much; sometimes she scolds but I do not mind. Did you mind being scolded when you were little, Aunt Busy? 1 guess this is all for this time. Your loving niece, MARY DOWNEY, f j ' You are very welcome, little Mary. Of course , ', g you like your teacher; all good children do. I Dear little girl, the teachers who are strict and sometimes cross are the good teachers, those who lake an interest in the dear young people under their care. Aunt Busy did mind when she received a scolding; though she is a fat, funny old lady, she still disdikes a scolding. Butte, Mont., April 17. Dear Aunt Busy I enjoyed the story about Tom very much last week. Have you a pussy-cat? Do you like cats? Do you like bovs, Aunt Busy? I think they are horrid, always so rough and rude. I like cats better. V Good-bve for this time. Your loving niece. v GERTRUDE KING. ' " , Aunt Busy's spectacles fell right off her funny old nose when she read your letter, Gertrude. She was filled with horror to read your opinion of the dear, dear, fine, interesting fellows the boys. Why, Aunt Busy thinks her boys the dearest chaps in the world, and she believes if the little girls would only ! treat the boys as gently and kindly as they do the- pussy-cats, that the dear fellows would not act rough and rude. Please stop, and think, how old Kitty-puss acts and looks when her fur is rubbed the wrong way. How does she act when people scold her and say very loud and very ugly, "Scat!" and "Get out of the way!" Now, the poor, dear boys are. treated just the same way, only worsen much worse. Aunt Busy wants the nieces to distinctly understand that she ("1 thinks the boys are dear, good fellows, and she will I not have them abused. Treat the -buys kindly and f you will discover the real, fcincere sweetness of their natures. Treat them unkindly, abuse them, argue with them, and balky mules are gentlemen com- ! lollill tW Thi5 h3S Wold Aunt Busy's ex- THE SHORTEST DAY. A little day ran past ' Without a word from me; I thought it ran too fast, rco, U that could hardly be, ound time to speak a happy word that day. . A little day was spent Almost before I knew I wondered where it went, Tf r.r o Pi1 so' indeed, would you. If. of a sudden, at the set of sun iou found how very little you had done. THE DUEL; A TRAGEDY. (Being a dipping from the "Barnyard Time.") crisi!att(r 'VHe it1 had reached their verv been so ;w barabnf ontoes was in love, hd The AS J,' l0r thc Pa?t throc or fr months. ! WT? ?f Le a handsome (at had ! -,0 t K,Uf h, Wack S"anish rooster. Thev iad been 111 the habit of holding clandestine meet-nigs meet-nigs in a choice corner of the haystack till at last, ZZu, 1I"Sta,rr-d pa'r!,the' wre cauht V a most J alo us admirer of the said Saraphina Pigeontoes. Hie mother of the young pullet was very angrv with her "naughty" chick. She had "fondly hoped to see thc 'jealous admirer" and the voung pullet in question united in matrimony. (Alas for chickens' hopes!) The mother's favorite challenged the unsolicited Jover to a duel, and the offer was. promptly accepted. accept-ed. The duel took place in full sight of the hav-stack, hav-stack, Irran which 'it was viewed by all save the Lause, who preferred to remain where, she would do most good. As the black Spanish rushed upon Ins opponent, the haystack broiio-Iit hnol- ih of his words: "My Sara, my Phina! I'll die for you or perish in the attempt !" In the beginning he did nobly but in the end alas, poor fowl! he lay stiff and cold upon the ground, his brave and brilliant young life ended! Oh, cruel Fate! With a heart-rending scream his agonized lady no pullet love fell promiscuously on his body, and wept out her broken heart thereupon. there-upon. With her dying breath she murmured: "Now I s'pose ma's satisfied!" and her voice sounded sound-ed like an Aeolian harp. RICHARD E. MURPHY. THE POLITE BOY. "I had to engage an office boy today," said a lawyer to his wife, at the dinner table. "I had about twenty applicants, and finally I sifted the choice down to two, who had equally good references refer-ences and seemed equally bright." "And what helped you to a decision?" queried the wife. "It was quite difficult," answered her husband. "One boy was better looking than the other, and I naturally would have taken him, but he kept his hat on his head, and the other one took his off and held it in his hand. That decided me." Good maimers are an asset that should be more recognized as an important factor in a boy's education. "WONDERFUL BOY SINGER. Johnnie Quigley, who was a newsboy on the streets of Boston several years ago and who is now known abroad as thc "American newsboy tenor," sang "The Palms" in St, Andrew's church, Duane street, New York, at mass Palm Sunday, and after wards was personally thanked by several members of the choir. Quigley was discovered by Denman Thompson, the actor. One day, when the lad was hustling his papers, Mr. Thompson came along and the newsboy news-boy called: "Paper, sir?" Thompson stopped instinctively. in-stinctively. "There's the making of a great singer in that voice," he said to himself. From that day the course of Quigley's life has been changed. He has traveled six years with the Thompson company and has become known as one of the country's sweetest ballad singers. RHYMES. This is a game that very young children can understand. One of the company thinks of a word rhyming with another word which he mentions. The aim of the party then is to guess what the word thought of can be. The rule is that no one should give a name to what they guess, but describe it instead, in-stead, and each of the company in turn is entitled to a question. Should the word thought of be "bag," rhyming with "rag," the questions must be put thus: Q. Is it a necessary part of a bootlace? A. No; it is not a tag. Q. Is it the name of a horse ? A. No; it is not a nag. , Q. Is it the name of an elegant horned animal? A. No ; it is not a stag. Q. Is it useful to school boys-and girls? A. Yes; it's a bag. . j TONGUE TWISTERS. One who wants good tongue exercise may get it by reading or by attempting to read the following sentencese, published in the Atlanta Constitution. For those who may have to speak or read in public there is more in such exercises than mere fun: Six little thistle sticks. Flesh of freshly fried fish. Two toads totally tired tried to trot to Tedbury. The sea ceaseth, but sufficeth us. Give Grimes Jim's great gilt gig whip. HOW THE GORILLA WALKS. The gorilla has not only a crouching habit, but he walks on all four of his legs and has the motion of most quadrupeds, using his right arm and left leg at the same time, and alternates with the left arm and right leg. It is not exactly a walk or a trot,'but a kind of ambling gait, while the chimpanzee chimpan-zee uses his arms as crutches, but lifts one foot "from the ground a little in advance of the other. He does not place the palm of the hand on the ground in walking, only the fingers from the second ioinr. |