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Show " 1 1 ...otir Boys and Girls.. j EDITED BY AUNT BUSY. rcl j to This department Is conducted solely in the Inter- iar- cs's of our girl and boy readers. ' Aunt Busy Is glad to hear any time from the ,nU I nieces and nephews who read this page, and to give Vp, f all the advice and help In her power. ' writ. on one side of the paper only, dj.y Do !not have letters too long. 1 Oriplial stories and verses will be gladly received '? sr. carefully edited. f The manuscripts of contributions not accepted will I returned. 'i Address all Setters to Aunt Busy. Intermountaln rstliollc. fait Lake City. ike " she j AUNT BUSY HAS HER SAY. ixh Prar Nieces and Nephews: Aunt Busy lias rc- ( rrivei letter from ono dear niece, who Las de- r : ridel to adopt Aunt Busy's "Christmas present" r- ; ps?ri- This little niece intends to write her mother I'd a r,icc little letter in which she will promise to he ; very sweet and good during: the coming year and irn she i? practicing two hours a day on piano so that vhc will he able to play some new pieces on Christ- ; ma. This little niece is now playing the organ - I cxerr Saturday for the Cathedral Junior choir rc- rnl ! hrarsal?. Then last summer she decided to sacri- 'or I ticp some pet projects so that her mamma could f nfford to gire one of the stations of the Cross in new Cathedral. Of course Aunt Busy knows as -rhatt his little Eugenia would never be so good if v I I diil net have ad ear, sweet mamma, but any- a I i icvt- Aur.t Busy is proud of her niece. Lovinfv 1 ' AUNTIE BUSY. ' "'- ' i A STRANGE MISTAKE. Jr daddy says that once he was pt ; I little chap like me. in So why he says the things he does ;n i I really cannot see. ; lie says h( Cinnot understand 11 j Why I so dote on noise, n I And like to play that I'm a hand, -i i Deserting quiet tovs. f TTe says he can't imagine why I stand upon my head, I' In-trad of on my dignity, h Like hoys who're better bred. He says he cannot comprehend 1 The reason why I can't AVLrn. up tthe stairs I mount, nretend i That I'm a human ant, i- i . i e Instead of stamping on the stair, J As though I thought that I ; Were nothing but a lively pair i Of hippopotami. t 1 rom all of which I greatly fear , j In days beyond recall My dear old daddy, it is clear, ' Was not like me at all. But like some other little chap, i Whose name I never heard, Who likes to sit on some one's lap 3 f And never says a word. : John Xendrick Bangs, in St. Nicholas. I BRAGGARTS REBUKED. I An Englishman once remarked in company that I f1 had just been taken for the Prince of Wales on j; J svrunt of his resemblance to that personage. i "Oh." said a Scotchman present, "I was once ! i 'akrn for the Duke of Argyll." "I have been taken for a greater man than eith- i pr of you." broke in Tat. I "Who ?" they asked. j "Well," said he, ''the other day as I was walk- , ?- inp down Saekville street I met a friend whom I ! ; had not seen for many years .and the moment he i ? aw me he shouted out, 'Oh.'holv Moses, is it vou V " I Sf!ui,,?- . , ; (,h ad. sweet, memories of the Autumn tide, 1 hp rolden Autumn days of long ago! i Across the years your sun-kissed breezes blow, j Within the heart your woodland perfumes bide! 'h crimson days of Autumn, glorified ; fly soft reflections caught from youth's warm ! glow. 1 h" thought of you spells sadness, but I trow Tis hut by sadness hearts are purified. Ah. wo;jld that once again thro' leaf-strewn way, '-h friends beloved, care-free, I might roam; l -l'd goldenrod and asters idlv stray, J n 1 1 1 from out the ever deep'ning gloam Jhat marks tthe twilight of life's Autumn day llicro gleam for me the beacon lithts of home. f ; The Trofessor Yes, a caterpillar is the most '"orari.pus of living things. In a month it will eat "hout tiOO times its own weight. Baf Mrs. Emot Whose boy did you say he i "?A True Republic. |