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Show I ..Oiirioys and irl$.. I Edited by Aunt Busy. This department is conducted solely in the Inter-csts Inter-csts of our girl and boy readers. Aunt Uuzy is glad to hear 'any time from the Meets and nephews who read this page, and to give ihem all the advice and help in her power Write on one side oi the paper only Do not have letters too long. Original stories and verses win he gladly received raid carefully edited. b-iy received krSSCrip5 f C0DtribuUs acceded will Address all letters to Aunt 13usv, Itermountain Catholic. Salt Lake Cltv. Jierniountaa IN THE SCHOOL OF I'LL TRY. Oh, there's many a smile and many a sigh In the sc-hool of I'll Try And there's many a wish and there's many i whv In the school of I'll Try. " Kut it's being and doing that win dner all Though many a failure and many a fall: lor they never drop back very far beyond call in the school of I'll Try Ifs the truant and dullard that never get far In the school of I'll Try. But the wise and the willing keep safe above par In the school of I'll Try And it's Hopeful that sks just a'bit of a start ' " 0 that knows every line of his part, And it s Caring and Daring that never lose heart In the school of I'll Try. WHO IS TO BLAME? "I m in the maddest sorrow," said the poi-ket knife of "Because, you see. I feel to blame to things that I have done. At school on Monday morning last I made mv owner late. While with my point he slowly scratched his name upon his slate. On Tuesday afternoon he stopped to plav a while with me By cutting deep hi? name again upon u chtrrv tree. On Wednesday-h. what can 1 say W tell how shocked I am? He used my blade to oDen wide a jar of cuv:ant :am. Or Thursday 1 was used to do the saddest deed of all; 1 cut a lock of curly hair from Xellv's orettv doll. On tnday I was digging through the side of Willie's I drum. When suddenly my blade was snapped and cut mv j master s thumb. " 'I Or. Saturday (that is today) by blades are safely ! shut, j And John has got a bandage 'round the. place that I have cut. And so. you see, I'm sorry for the mischief 1 have I done. , Tut tell me, please, am I as much to blame as -Master John? j John Lea. I i AUNT BJSY'S TALK ON HALLOWE'EN. j Dear "Nieces and Nephews: Aunt Busy hardly ' thinks it necessary to remind the nieces and j ! nephews of the great lean that will be celebrated j next week the feast of All Saints. Of course you I j ail know that it is a holy day of obligation and' all j are obliged to attend mass. . j The night before the feast is called HalloweVu i and is a great night for a general good time. The j nieces and nephews have often attended Hal- j lowe'en parties and know just what jolly fun they j have enjoyed. Alny superstitions are attached to Hallowe'en. In the olden times the evil spirits were supposed to wander abroad, and the church bells usually rang at sunset to remind tho people of such visits and prepare to combat their evil influence. In Lancaster, England, the people firmly believed be-lieved in witchcraft, so between 11 and 12 o'clock on Hallowe'en they would go in crowds carrying lighted candles, out into the dark might to frighten the witches away. . ' I" these enlightened days there are no such f foolish beliefs and Hallowe'en, taken seriously, is considered a holy night, owing to the feast of AH ; ' Saints being next day. It is also a night on which !many pranks are played and many quaint superstitions super-stitions are revived at social gatherings. .me average sman boy claims the night as his own and pumpkins, lighted candles, red apples in tubs of water and many other "doings" are very much in evidence. The small boy seems to have a fondness for his neighbor's gates, barn-doors, etc.. and in general the small boy finds life a "jolly" affair. af-fair. Aunt Busy always takes her gate off and puts it carefully in the house because there is a great circle of admiring small boys near her house, who always appear to have designs on her gate. Aunt Busy wants all her young friends 1o have "bushels"' of fun on Hallowe'en, but be careful not to damage any property, nor injure or frighten any one, particularly old people or little children. H ave a good time, but always be thoughful for others, too. Your preaching, but 'loving, AUNT BUSY. j LETTERS AND ANSWERS. i Ogden, Utah, Sept. 20, 1005. ! ly Hear Aunt Busy: 1 wonder will you rec- i ognizc your nephew of long ago? I hope you will j excuse me for neglecting you so long. I assure you ' it will not happen again. 1 am almost the tallest boy in our school. I am in the seventh grade and working hard. 1 am trying to do my very best this year. I am still an altar boy ami would have served all during 'acation, but 1 have a brother. Albert, who is also an altar boy, and we had to lake our turn, as mania wanted one of -us to help her. Albert Al-bert is a clever lad: he wanted to get ahead of me sometimes, but did not succeed. We both got to go to the circus and had a few extra treats besides. Our altars are going to be grand. You come and ee them. Your nephew. ARCHIE M7GCLNESS. Aunt Busy has always remembered her nephew of long ago, Archie, only she feared that you had reached the "high collar" and "long trouser" period, per-iod, like some other Ogden boys who have not written writ-ten for many months past. Aunt Busy is so pleased io hear that you are still an altar boy. Beniain one, Archie, just as long as dear Father Cushnahan wants you, and that will be always. Ualleek, Nev., Oct, 12. 1!U5. Dear Aunt Buy: As I have nut written to you for a long time 1 will write you a few lines now. My baby sister is named Emma: 1 am cross-st cross-st itching her a little dress. I wrote to grandpa a little while airo. I will be glad to see my letter in the paper. The men are coming in for dinner so 1 will say good bye for this time. Your loving niece. EDNA MURPHY. Aunt Busy is always pleased to hear from you. dear. She is glad to read of your kindness to the wect little sister, too. Aunt Busy hopes that you will send a very good e...ay on "Columbus," She would like very well for "lie of the prizes to be awarded to a Nevada neice or nephew. Aunt Busy loves every rook, hill and mountain in the grand old state. Ely, Nevada. Oct. 21, 1005. Dear Aunt Busy: As I have not writ-uii writ-uii to you for quite a while, I thought 1 would write to you. Our school started September 11, so since school started I have quite a few studies to get and haven't much time. My studies are: Arithmetic, history, spelling, reading, geography and grammar. I am in the sixth reader and fifth grade. Papa is working at a mine six miles from here. We were up to visit him and slaved for two weeks. I went down the mine several sev-eral limes with him. They expect to have a rail- road in. here by January 1st. Then Aunt Busy, Uncle Un-cle Busy and yourself ought to take a trip in here.' t 1 will soon be thirteen years old. There -have been quite a few people sick with typhoid fever here, lliave a Brownie camera. I have taken some pictures of our house, and another girl took my dog and I, and when I get them developed I will send you one of both. I will not be so long in writing writ-ing again. Your loving niece, MINNIE CURTIS. How pleaded Aunt Busy is to hear from the dear little girl in Ely! She surely . thought you had long since forgotten her. Indeed you are a busy little body. Do not forget the catechism, dear, when you are studying. Aunt Busy will be anxiously anx-iously hoping for the picture. Do not forget your promise. Minnie. Of course you intend to work for Aunt Busy's prize offerings for the contest. Please -do not neglect Aunt Busy for so long ever again, little girl. r'"Tb ; L? ill : ! 111' Here is a picture of a few of Aunt Busy's nephews. They are her Ogden boys, who are the finest juvenile foot-ball players and the finest "fellows' in the state. Bernard Bauchman took the picture and William Wil-liam Iloihier sent it to Aunt Busy. The bright little fellow standing right behind center is Law-j Law-j lence IJeifner. the quarter back of the team. Now, who will dare say that Aunt Busy does not kinjw all about foot-ball teams! Buying a Paper. "Here, boy, let me have a pajKr.' "Can't.' "Why not '. I heard you crying them loud enough to be heard at the city hall.'" "Yes. but that was down tot her block, ye know, where I hollered:' 'What docs that matter.' Come, now, no fooling. I'm in a hurry." "Couldn't sell you a paper On this here block, mister, cos it b'longs to Limpy. He's just up the furdz'st end now. You'll meet him.' "And who is Limpy ? And why does he have this block;" . "Cos us other kids agreed to let him have it. Ye I see it's a good run. 'count of the offices all along. ! and the poor chap is that lame he can't git around j lively like the rest of us, so we agreed that the first one caught selliiv on his beat should be thrashed. See" "Yes, 1 see. You have a sort of brotherhood ; among yourselves f ' "Well we're goin' to look out for a little cove what's lame, anyhow.' "There comes Limpy now. He's a fortunate boy to have such friends." The gentleman bought two papers of him, and went on his way down town, wondering how many men in business would refuse, to sell their wares in order to give a weak, halting brother a. chance in the field. Exchange. . ,; :How Paul Helped. "If there were only some way," thought Paul Hayes, ''I'd be; willing to try anything that's honest. hon-est. Ten dollars would do, Aunt Jessie's letter saiu. xnii wncre to get them: Where, indeed I Older heads than this boy's had puzzled over the question. Poor, widowed 'Aunt Jessie had written to Paul's father of her need for this sum, that her little Nellie might have shoes and school-books. - And Mr. Hayes had told his wife that morning that, unless something unusual shculd happen, he could not grant the request. Illness Ill-ness in his own family had taxed his slender purse, heavily, and, to add to this trouble, his salary sal-ary had been reduced. "I guess I'll have to leave it to heaven," thought Paul. "They say the Lord helps those who help themselves and Aunt Jessie does work hard." ' The spring wind whirled through the woods and over the bluffs, tossing the old, brown leaves into i the air, and uncovering sprays of pink and white blossom, almost at the boy's feet. 'Trailing arbutus.' said Paul. ''I'll gather some for mother. She'll like it everyone does." With the last words, an idea came into the boy's mind. If everyone liked arbutus, could he" not sell sonic to those unable to take the long walk" necessary neces-sary to procure it ' That afternoon a small boy went from house to house in the city, offering neatly tied bunches of the fragrant flowers. ... People bought gladly;. and a certain little purse grew very heavy with nickels and dimes. One week later, auother message came from Aunt Jessie. But this time it was one of joy. and the envelope was addressed to Paul. . Unsatisfied. Curiosity. ' ' Father had finished his supper and picked up j the daily paper, when Willie, who is a living ques- j I tion mark, commenced in a drawling monotone, i showing that he was thinking, and that somethinir heavy was weighing on his mind and needed, parental par-ental enlightenment. "Papa, ho papa !" "Well, what it is, son f' father answered. "Do they make whalebones out of whales;" "Yes, son," said father, glad for once that he could answer Willie's question. "Then do they make sealing wax out, of seals " Father did not think this, question even "worthy of reply. " . "Papa, are people of ("recce greasers?" No answer. "Then I reckon people of Cork are corkers.' The paper was particularly interesting. Willie was silent for nearly five minutes, and then asked: L read in a book today that a man was a llower; does that make me a suufiower ;" " Will ie was discouraged to think that his ques- I tions should go unanswered, and then turned to his mother: "Mamma," do squaws wear war hoops;" Father was getting tired of these questions, and turned to Willie and said: ".William, it is time for you to go to bed." Willie started, but at t he stair door turned and asked innocently: "Is my little trundle bed a boy-cot;' boy-cot;' ' ' |