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Show j ;..our Ooys and Girls... EDITED BY AUNT BUSY. f ! ' : f I This department is conducted solely In the inter- ' I fs's nf our frirl and boy readers. I I Aunt Busy is plad to hear any time from the j rjores nd nephews who read this page, and to give I j'vm all the advice and help in her power. ! Write on one side of the paper only. 1 Do Mot have letters too long. Oricln.il stories and verses will be gladly received -rS rnrefully edited. " Tlie manuscripts of contributions, not accepted will X be r't'irn-d. i Address all letters to Aunt Busy, Intermountain I cati.oli". Palt Lake City. I j ATTXT BUSY HAS HER SAY. 1 I Pear Xicees and Nephews: Aunt Busy will mnil 1 he h-.'ly pictures to her dear girls and boys I next wcoV. She will also send the rosary beads ! to the little girls who so truly deserve them. ! j Lovingly, AUXT BUSY. I j - i j LETTERS AND ANSWERS. Salt Lr.ke, Oct. 2S. IJ . n t Aunt Busy: I eay my beads every night. Your fond niece, MARY WALLACE. , j A-snt Busy will mail your holy picture next I week, little niece. j j MY DREAM. ; I In diTi'm? I find a gate through which I pass j Al"ii a path, guarded by hollyhocks, ; j That threads the old time garden's tangled mass ; j Of tiger lilies, marigolds and nhlox. ; I ; J J f ,'!ow it until at last I stand I I IViV.re a little house, severely white-, I I Wivs wrll-worn latch I lift with eager hand, ' If And cross its threshold in the waning light. 11 . . ' j. j 1 or it is always evening when I come 1 1 In autumn twilight, which the neighboring sea 1 1 Chilis with its breathand for a welcome home, I'pnn the hearth the firelight laughs at me. t 1 X Besi-ie it lies a cat in monkish frock. j Of fury gray, whose drowsy purr is all ,' j Hint breaks the silence, save a busy clock . Speeding the parting minutes, on the wall. I j J mped in warm peace I rest, till far away I In the still house a gentle stir I hear. ' j Lie-lit footsteps through the distant chambers stray, I Kcnmte at first, but slowly drawing near. 1 Bi-athlrsss I w:i1('i. while through the open door, The friends I lost and long for, one by one, Gather about me in the dusk once more, : j TIkii my dream fades, and I wake alone. Mildred Howells in the Century. j Street Etiquette. 1 A manly boy walks with his head up, his chest ; I well reised, and a quick, firm step. i A lazy or sullen boy hangs his head, uses a f touching gait, and walks as if every step were a 1 labor. He is always late. ' A proud, silly girl stares around, tosses her head, talks and laughs loudly on the street in order to attract attention of others. i A lady-like girl walks and talks quietly, never turning her head to stare at people, and she draws I the admiration of all. If asked a question by a stranger, answer and i pass on. JSever enter into conversation. Do not stare into an open door or window, f Boys should remove their bats and girls bow . j their beads on meeting a superior or acquaintance j en ihe street. Always salute a priest; he may be j carrying our Lord Himself to the sick. Jt is proper and becoming to assist a blind 'or I elderly person across the street. In a car or public conveyance a gentlemanly I W will never allow a lady to stand, but will offer his scat, and when thanked will raise his hat in acknowledgment. From "The How, the Why and j the When' (ChristiarTPross Association). t Not Introduced. j A good naturcd young fellow was at a rustic t picnic and rashly spoke to a young lady without j "he formality of an introduction. "He happened to I -c"e a fat caterpillar crawling on her lace coliir and 1 stewing toward her, said; I "Madam, permit me to ' I I Jut the young lady waved him off with an ira- J'erious and insulting gesture, and said: "How dare you speak to me without an intro- I dueti";. You arc certainly no gentleman, sir!" j Here the caterpillar overbalanced itself and fell I on irr neck. "Oh. tako it off! Oh. please do take it off, J "Ix.dv !" screamed the fair one. I T,o vour.g man was the only somebody about, j fr'l he c;Jid: "I couldn't think of it, madam; I I ..avoii't b.-r-n introduced to the caterpillar."' Thirteen Dolls at the Table. j Thirteen dolls sat down in the hall, -t a napkin-covered table small; j Th-re wore thirteen dishes, and thirteen chairs, Aiid tlnrtoen knives and forks in pairs. j ''Jhiiicen at. table," cried Xell, with a sigh, I "Ola- f my dolls will be sure to die! f .1J,.no- t'H' n't! To break the spell ' j'-ist it down myself as well!" !f The Original Cinderella. 1 . J i - -vli i love the old story of Cinderella will i'c41:'"' :' " u know that she was a real person, I r''- ;; manv suppose, a Gorman or English I j'"! of ti few ornturir.s ago. Pin Jived in Egypt at I f,ast 2iiiu yrars ago, and her real name was Rho- . C'r.e .-;j.y. when she wes bflthing in the Nile.- an I 'ac carried off one rf her shoos, whi. h she had 1 r;i-'h'-river bank. The eagle dropped the shoe, v.jol .V;N ( j UJ. noj. c frasSt as the legend has j -rsc!:i r,i the foot of the king, who was amazed j p TV "ntrdl size, of the shoe thus literally flung .it I 1S '''" that he sent a messenger to discover the I rvrl? ft' tiny feet. i ""enger found the owr.fr of the- shoe, J ,nfi Tib'.'l .me was brought to Mrmphis to become j (llr 1,,"f "f King Psammetichus of Egypt. The Handkerchief Trick. the Ti'rit S nc,r'CRf:ary to have in order to perform 8'fl.1rir'it fire a handkerchief, a ten-cent piece and P'-f-ee fJf soap. With a knife cut off a piece of .EP nout a quarter of an inch in diameter and r? T.h'lS piece of soap on the hem of the handker-r handker-r f'i m one corner. Place the dime in the center j th. handkerchief, which must lit fiat on the ta-I ta-I frj e tllP crner which has the soap on it and i tjj !1 wr, placing it gently on the dime; now fold i I d"m C t" cnrncrs over placing each corner on the 1 1q The corner that has the soap on it is the one f hTAT i'pJlt' 'h the corners are folded the-f the-f j "or chief will be in the form of a diamond, 1 with one of the points toward the performer. Place the thumb and forefinger of each hand at the point ol the diamond nearest to you. Tick it up, letting let-ting the four comers fall apart, at the same time sliding the right hand to the corner where the dime is. bhake the handkerchief and show that the dime has disappeared. LOST SHIPS. Ere on the sands when the tide comes in, I look on the waste of sea, And J. dream of the ships of the long ago, And years with their mystery. Then it was that the blood was wild. And the golden hopes were undefiled. For the ships I sent to the far-off world, Proud, with snow-white sails unfurled, ould bring back gold to me. The white gulls swing from a fleckless skv, And cry as in days of yore, But the hope I heard intfie sireil's song Is lost in the breaker's roar. Ear, far out where the land and se Meet in the mist of the boundary Of Life's vast tide I took for sails That I sent away but naught avails' They're gone forevermore. The cliffs are bleak on the dreary shore, Shadows beside the sea, And each one looms a spectre grim, Mocking the memory, Laden ships come from lands afar. And I see them cross the harbor bar, But the ships I sent in the long ago, Stanch, with sails unfurled of snow, Are lost all lost to me! A Game of Hide and Seek. Just three little girls and a yellow dog, with such an active tail and1 two bright eyes! They stood under a tree. Suddenly two of the little girls started away from the tree; and the dog went with them, his tail going much faster than his feet. "Go back! go back!" exclaimed the two little girls, stamping their feet energetically. Poor little yellow yel-low dog! His dear little tail lost all life, and hung down disconsolately. He went back where his third friend stood under the tree, and looked beseechingly beseech-ingly at her. She stooped and patted him until his little tail was all alive again. .Then the little girl began counting, saying aloud, 'Five, ten, fifteen," up to "ninety-five," when she said, ''I'm coming!'" in a loud, clear, distinct voice. Away started the little dog to a gate down the street, when he poked his little, sharp nose through the bars, gave two or three sharp barks, and wagged his tail until it was a yellow streak. Just as clearly as if he spoke, he said, "I spy! I spy!" There they were, down in the bushes the other side of the gate. "Xot fair! Tip found us!" cried the two little girls. The game started anew; but this time one of the hiders carried car-ried Tip in her arms. When they were found this time, Tip came around the corner, barking and running so fast that his hind feet seemed to get tangled up with the fore feet, and he tumbled over. His tail never stopped wagging when the goal was reached. Tip got there first. A big brother held Tip back, while all three girls hid the third time. When the cry came, "Ready!" Tip was let go; and his glad bark from way down the street said: Tvg found them; I've found them!" All came running back. Tip in first at the goal. It was hardly fair, but Tip became "it," each time. You see, Tip could find; but he could not hide, and the game had to be one-sided if Tip nlayed at all. Outlook. j His Mother's Friend. "Why do you take so much pains to make that calif asked one college fellow of another during the recent holidays. "You know you'd have a lot better time at the concert, and I want you to go with me. You know I do." "Yes. old fellow, I know it, and I want o go with you; but you see it's this way; I promised my mother I'd call on this old friend of hers, and the friend is expecting me. This is really the only time I can go, and I know they'll both be awfully disappointed if I don't. You see they were chums when they, were young like us, and I've heard about this Mrs. Brown all my life, and, of course, she has about me. You see how it is. I can't help going; and then I always enjoy meeting mv mother's friends.". It was only a little thin.v for this college fellow to lose a concert in order to give pleasure to an older person, but it is just little things that many young folks carelessly leave undone without realizing realiz-ing how much happiness the attentions would give. It was only the other day that a good woman with beaming face called out to a friend who was passing: "Come in and let me sho'w you something," some-thing," and with genuine happiness she displayed a photograph of a young man and another of a college room. "Just think," she said, "John Graves wrote me a beautiful letter, and sent me these because be-cause he said he thought I might like to see how he looked and what kind of a room he was living in. Wasn't it lovely of him? For I haven't seen him since he was a boy. and he just did it because I'm a friend of his mother. Every time I look at these pictures they'll make me happy, for it's so sweet to be remembered!" O. if you could have seen that radiant face, you would constantly be on the lookout for opportunities opportuni-ties to give happiness, not to vour father's and mother's friends alone, but to older people generally; general-ly; for the thintrs which mean so little to you' often mean a great deal to them. Well spring. "PRESSING ON." The gain in our lives may seem little, The triumphs not much, over sin; Wc meet not by jot and by tittle, As daily s ome victory we win. A little more patience in sorrow; A little more courage in trial; A little more faith for tomorrow; A little brave self-denial. A little more earnest endeavor; A little more conquest of wrong; A little more trusting forever; A little more joy in the song. Thus life makes its gain, sure and steady; And climbs just one hill day by day; For heaven the heart grows more ready, With God for our friend all the way. Wm. Bryant, D. D., in the Westminster. |