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Show jfur Boys and mK.. EDITED BY AUNT BUSY. This department is conducted solely in the inter- ' (Rts ryf our girl and boy readers. Aunt Busy is glad to hear any time from ths i nieces and nephews who read this page, and to give thf-m all advice and help in her power. "VVrit on one side of the paper only. I p0 not have letters too long:. I Original stories and verses will be gladly received J and cnrefully edited. J The manuscripts of contributions not accepted will be returned. (it Address all letters to Aunt Busy, Intermountain 1 Catholic. Salt Lake City. Jf! H AUNT BUSY HAS HER SAY. (s. Dear Nieces and Xcpliews: Aunt Busy is l pleased to receive so many letters from her dear l pirlf who are faithfully saying the decade of the ! rosary during1 this month. She has not yet heard J from any nephews, though, and is quite surprised I and disappointed. She knows that the boys are just f ;is good as the girls (really she thinks they are bet- 1 trr), and cannot understand why they do not join ; . tin'1 rosary hand. What is the matter with the M angel boys of Ogden ? Aunt Busy sadly fears that j i the Ogden boys of today are not like the clear old j chaps who used to write her so regularly a few jj years ago. Perhaps the dear fellows are very busy ! a this is the football and baseball season, and per- j; haps they' mean to write before the month will close. J Lovingly your "pcrhapsy' AUNT BUSY. I : i Letters and Answers. j i Salt Lake City, Utah, Oct. 7, 1907. I ! Dearest Aunt Busy: I did not receive the pray- ii- er beads, but I thank you for them just the same, 'i The loth of tliis month will be the Feast of St. i1 Theresa and also my feast day. When does your ! feast day come, Auntie? Well. Aunt Busy, I guess j 1 will close, with the best of love, from your lov- !: ing niece. THERESA POWELL, j Aunt Busy will send v0ur beads in time for your ' -;l day. dear. Aunt Busy's feast day comes in j May, Theresa. Write soon again, little girl. ! Salt Lake City. Oct. 6, 1907. Dear Aunt Busy: This is the first I have writ- ten to you. 1 have been saying the rosary since the .'loth of September. I will say it all month. I left St. Ann's home the 2Sth for a new home. May f I write again, Aunt Busy ? MARGARET WIIELOX. - .V Such a glad welcome, little Margaret! You are a very dear little girl to say your rosary and Aut Busy will certainly send you the prettiest holy pic- j lure she can find. Indeed you may write often. Albuquerque, X. M., Oct. 1, 1907. I Dear Aunt Busy: I hope my letter will be the first to reach yon. as I would so much like to have the rosary, but I fear I will be late as you have so many other little friends liviner so much nearer you whose letters will reach you before mine. I intend to say a decade of the rosary every day and also i attend mass as often as possible, and shall not for- ! ' tret you in my prayers. I will write you again, the ' last of the month, and tell you if I broke my prom- ; j isc. With love I remain your loving niece, ! j! . MARY GODWIN. Aunt Busy is always pleased to hear from you, j j dear little girl. She really thinks that you deserve ? j the rosary beads when you write from such a dis- ' tance. Please do not forget to pray for Aunt Busy. ' She needs prayers sadly, little niece, and will be : grateful to you for remembering her. Write soon j a train, dear. j Salt Lake City, Oct. 4, 1907. Dear Aunt Busy: What is a decade of the rosary Your loving niece, MARY MALIAX. ; 1 A decade of the rosary means one Our Father, ( ten Hail Mary's and one Glory be to the Father. Autumn. In yonder field the stubble gleams, the sumac flaming flam-ing red A rose, belated, idly sways mid weeds and droops its head; The orchard trees are low with spoil, the moon rides ghostly white, And louder chirps the crickets in the early autumn J 31!'f?nt- i The cattails in the marsh are dry at night there 'J conies a hint H Of frost ; the leaves are taking on a red and golden l tint, The river mirrors purple flags, now wilted, and the thrush Makes sweeter music slowly curls the smoke from burning brush. 1 1 iio summer sun has browned the hills; the gar den's rank with weeds; Vithhi the stagnant pool stand dry and lifeless, broken reeds. 1 ii" nights are chill; the hearth fire leaps and shed3 ! a cheery glow j Hi'- country roads are dull where once bright blos- ! soms used to grow. . ! Milwaukee Sentinel. THE RED-HEADED AFFINITY. "Iiiero that awful red-headed boy in a fight!" 1 l'lrp voice belonged to the sharp-faced teach- ' T ''I"' fifth grade, who happened to be on duty ''' ill" noon recess. She hurried to the struggling hvs. ;in,l, with the assistance of another teacher, ,!i;!-!eed to pull them apart. 1 "biM man," she addressed the owner of the r(-d Lair, "this is not the first fight you've had on th -e grounds, but I certainly hope it will be the la.-.:." She marched the panting boys to the prin- , s the. meantime a red head had appeared fit an j f ''Flairs window. One glance from a pair of in- f I 1'L:;r' i.t brown eyes took in the eituation and the r ho;i disppoared.' 4 y , "V s. I saw him, with my own eyes, rush at the f . v "'li'-r lu,y, pral) him by the collar and fling him down!' The sharp voice wa5 pitched so as to en-! en-! i' r il, principal's ear and penetrate to his rather k;' d heart, arousing it to execute a righteous .udg-r .udg-r n" 111 "ii the red-headed culprit. 1 seated, boys. What grade are you in?" The j ""l-liea.lod boy looked up. i "liKler-d, I'm sorry to say he is still in mine.'' I , Hie sharp voice had emphasized "still." ( I . ' "'.id you attack this boy first?" ' "Vn'th my hands, yes, sir." "'Why do you say with your hands?"' ''P)i-eause he attacked me first, with his tongue." Hie principal looked at the other boy, who Pniin,, aiui flushed, w here was a tap on the door. "Come in!" called ) lu'incipal. and a tall young woman with red hair hrowu ryes entered . She looked sympatheti-. sympatheti-. v i"to the eyes of both boys, causing them both i , t- hluh with shame. The red-headed boy blushed because he remembered remem-bered the fight he had the previous year, and how this red-headed teacher from another grade had walked all the way home with him; how she had told him that God had made both their heads Ted, how he had numbered each of those red hairs; how that it did not just happen to be red, but that God . had permitted it to be that color, and that it was re? reprachmff his heaenly father for making it "Have a seat, Miss McClain; I'm glad you have come. A ow," to the black, drooping head, "how did you attack him first with your tongue?" Both boys' face got redder. After an embarrassing embarras-sing silence, the -red head was thrown back and a pair of honest blue eyes looked at the principal. .He dont want to tell you because Miss Mc-Uam Mc-Uam is here. Please, Miss McClain, go out. Then you can come back when we holler 'come.' " Ihe blue eyes looked beseechingly into the brown ones. The principal raised his evebrows; the thin hps of the sharp-faced teacher curled contemptuously. con-temptuously. Miss McClain laughed merrily. "Excuse me. professor; but perhaps you don't understand. Why, it's something about red heads, lou see, Pat is so sensitive on the subject that he can t realize that I'm not at all so. Don't mind me, Ernest; just speak the truth." But the boy only looked more ashamed of himself. Miss McClain smiled knowingly at the principal. "He called him a red-headed, freckled-faced Irishman, Irish-man, I expect. Was that it, Pat?" "Ask him," Pat Dillon nodded his red head toward to-ward Ernest's black one. Ernest raised his black eyes, full of tears of shame, to his teacher's intellectual face; and the look in her eyes brought him to his feet. "Professor," he stammered, "I that's exactly what I said, only that wasn't all. I said that his mother nearly whipped him last night because she saw a light through the transom and thought he was still reading after she had told him to put out his light and go to bed, but she found it was only the light from his Jiead. I I didn't know how low down it was until until Miss McClain came in. Miss McClain's eyes rewarded him. She was proud of her pupil. Pat was on his feet before Ernest had finished. "It was my fault 1 I promised Miss McCJain last year that I would stop and spell 'God made it red,' before I fought about it. and I forgot today; to-day; but it is the first red-headed fight I've had since I promised her." And they all believed it. The principal rose and shook hands with the boys. "Xow shake hands with each other! That's right Pat, my boy, I believe thia is to he your last fight on account of your hair. Xow, I want you to study your hardest, so I can promote you to Miss McClain's room. I think there you would soon learn to appreciate red hair. "Ernest, your teacher is justly proud of you. You may both go." "Oh, I do hope you can promote him, professor! profes-sor! Ever 9ince I first noticed him in school we've had a queer sort of understanding. A sort of redheaded red-headed affinity, I suppose. I'm sure we could make the most of each other." "I sincerely hope he will be promoted," snapped I his teacher. Pat Dillon was promoted at Christmas, and from the day he entered Miss McClain's room and looked into her eyes, he became a different hoy. He was from the beginning her messenger, because when she looked up a select some one a pair of eager blue eyes begged to be of service. The principal watched with interest the developing devel-oping of the red-headed boy by the tactful, intelligent, intel-ligent, red-headed teacher. "Miss McClain has the best-behaved grade in school. I've taught it twice," declared one senior to another whom she met in the hall on her way to fill Miss McClain's vacant seat. "I'm certainly glad to hear it, for I'm awfully nervous about teaching boys and girls of from 10 to 13; they are simply at an abominable age! I'm not surprised that she has these violent headaches come on suddenly." Don t rou worry. If you want any information, informa-tion, just ask that red-headed boy; he's a treasure." The nervous senior found the report to.be true, and everything had gone on smoothly until the arithmetic class was called, and eight pupils were at the board, when suddenly the fire alarm rang. "The fire drill!" exclaimed the senior, excitedly. "Fire, fire!" shouted a voice in the street be- . low. The senior sprang from her seat and rushed from the platform. Pat raced down the aisle, caught her in his arms, and hurried her back to Miss McClain's desk. Interest in Pat's maneuvers had saved the grade from panic. Holding the struggling, half -hysterical senior, Pat gave the necessary number of sharp, commanding command-ing taps. The grade responded mechanically, but when the little girl who led the line looked into the smoky hall and saw white-faced teachers struggling desperately to control themselves and the excited boys, she hesitated. "Ernest, lead the line!" commanded Pat. "And every one hold on to the one in front !" From the foot of the stairs the principal saw Miss McClain's grade holding their lawful place near to the wall. A line too compact to be broken, they came on past him and in their rear came a red-headed boy dragging an unconscious senior. In the morning paper was the principal's account ac-count of how Pat Dillon, in the absence of his teacher, had preserved the honor of the sixth grade. Miss McClain read it, and was proud of her redheaded red-headed affinity. Alice Daly, in the Christian In-structor. A Queer School. There was once a school Where the mistress, Miss Rule, Taught a number of misses that vexed her. Poor little Miss Hap Spilled the ink in her lap, And Miss Fortune fell under the table. Miss Conduct they all, Did Miss Creant call, But Miss State declared this a fable. Miss Lay lost her book And Miss Lead undertook To show her the place where to find it. But upon the wrong nail Had Miss Place hung her veil, Till Miss Deed hung the book safe behind it. They went on very well, As I have heard tell, . , Till Miss Take brought in Miss Understanding; Miss Conjecture then guessed Evil tinners of the rest, And Miss Counsel advised their disbanding. The world's eyes see no further than this life. The Christian looks down into the depths of eternity. eter-nity. . t |