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Show I ADVICE 1 ) BOYS. W li'T VCr you arc, be brave, boys! if -pii,, liar's a coward and slave, boys; r Though clover at ruse .--harp at excuse. jj 1 iieaking- and pitiful knave, l" i ,;"-s- s 'ji -VVb. I't-vfr you are, be frank, boys: f P 'Tw letter 'than money or rank, boys; ,T!iere to the right. 5 !. lov.-is of light: i fj,!) but not as a crank, boys. Whoever yu are. be kind, boys: lv jij. .;,-, iti't in manlier and mind, boys; ' '' - ,!. nan gentle in mien. 'i.i' and lempti. I ween. 1 ;i. -. iiilnnan truly refined, boys. ; '! 11 e-r b" honest and true, boys: '!!!, wo:ld surely needs such as you, Im.vf; 1,,;iy.' others the shamminp. Tin- -heating;' and cramming niv will have nothing to rue, boys. AUNT BUSY HAS HER SAY. ji.-Hi- Nieces and Nephews: Aunt prvv u ants t extend her earnest, Rood i'il s f all her lar children for a si-. . i-ss''iil sclinol year. !"!! 1 1 . 1 ; 1 i vacation days are ended. Tlk. ,P'iiy Kirls and boys return to th. 1 ar:i si, S'-l ious duties of the school rn.!)i. It P.sts with the. girls and boys v ...'th r the mining- year will be fruit-' fruit-' !,; f;i! ,,r fruitless. I Husy trusts that the word I : li'urc" will not. be written for any I of ii-t d-ar nieces and nephews. !.. nt foipet, dear children, that v,,;iv su'.-cess nr your failure will de-h de-h 011 yourselves. s Mii'h love from your 'preaching" lull devoted old j; AUNT lU'SY. I LETTERS AND ANSWERS. 'I Pneatello. Sept. .". I 1' .u- Aunt Husy: T am 6 years old j ni.i I v b Pi. Joseph's school. I have J ., skiers. Their names are Mina. j Mintle and Delia. 'When I leave school 1 1 am going to Ve a school teacher -and j c;:in lots of money. 1 will close. Give i ,,n i.ive to 1'ncle Uusy. Vour lovins j ;, e ANNA MULLIN. i A lad weicome to the dear little girl I fiMiu I'ocafllo'. Aunt Husy would like I to l.ear more frequently from the Poll Po-ll c;-t. i!o fhildreil. I She used to hear from a very dear 4 r.i'-ee. Myra Josephine Kane, but not -i lai' !y. Aunt Ibisy feels cttlain that i yu wiil make a successful teacher if I v,,u siudv hard. j ' . Eureka. Utah. Sept. 5. 1 It. hi- Ann! Husy: 1 am a little boy u ears fld. 1 am going to school and j 1 ii i - to larn fast. 1 am a line base bali player, and I have a bicycle. Your 3 loving nephew. ' JOHNNY HOLLAND. 1 Aunt Hnsy dearly loves all boys who I Tl.iy lipsebHll. Write ofttn, Johnnie, Aunt Husy is anxious to bear from the 1 Kunka nephews. Study hard, dear Piamondville. "Wyo.. Aug. 24. Tf'ar Aunt Husy: How .are you get-t-nc along? 1 am glad school is going to start soon, for I am petting tired of doinp- nothing but il.iying all day. Our ba-.'.iall ttHir. has played ten games this stasoii una won nine out of the ten uames. The men's baseball team rot I at by the Kenmi"jrer coal diggers S i:'. lay. and the Sumlay ltefore that. You said that you .would like us all to ull you' what we would like to be v !i"!i we he.-ome inert. 1 have nol-come i.p any entielusion yet what I would like to b Hoping my letter is not too long-, I vt main. ARTHUR A. KAVAXAGH. I Aunt Husy feared that you had quite- I f.'iyotten her, Arthur. Hurrah for I vein' hasebal! team. Aunt Busy does I love the .haps who play ball. Write S soon atain. Arthur, and let Aunt Busy h.ar how you do in school. I f'ok.rado Springs, Colo.. Aug. 2". T .-ir Aunt Hu:-y: I have not written f to you fU- a lone time. I am 9 years !.! ai:d soon will be ten. I go to St. Maiy's school. The sisters are very, very ni.-e. I will be glad when school I staits again. Father Kaber and Father MeMenna- 'nin took us out in the canyon and we : had a bis time riding on burros. Weil. Aunt Hur-y, I must tell you Ihat l am going to do whsn I get big. T am croing to stay home to do the work for mamma and let her rest. 1 will close for this time. Your loving ni . e. GLADYS HAAS. Aunt Husy is pleased that you did n..t quite forget her. liyle Gladys. How very kind the good fathers were io give you all such a treat! Aunt Husy would like very well to go for a burro ride in the beautiful Colorado mountains. Write soon ugain, dear. Thinking Too Much. i A lak never grows smaller or light- i er by sitting down and lamenting that ; it must be done, and there's an old n.axini that teaches us that a thing on. .- begun is half done." A fanner friend of mine has a boy of 14 years, named Hilly, who is like a nr. at many other boys of my acquaintance. acquaint-ance. His heart is heavy, and a cloud itiiim diately overspreads his mental horizon when he is asked to make him-selr him-selr useful. Hilly.'" said Mr. H. one day. when I was at t!ie farm, "why don't you go to work on that little patch of poia-H poia-H 'o's'.- It "Aw." whined Billy, "there's so many !'f them 'taters I'll never get them, "You won't if you don't begin soon." j jj "1 hate to begin." i d ''How are you ever going to do the i T o; ).; jf yOU doii"t begin?". j "Wen, i"u hegjn pretty soon." eg His father walked away, and I heard If Hl'iy exclaim, in a tone indicating I cv,.at nitntal distress: "Plague on j then; oh "tatus: It makes me sick to , !::nk about them." ' "Why do you think about them, t'n. n?" 1 said, laughingly. . "I'vf got to," he replied, dolefully, I vith a sorrowful shake of the head.) ' !'ve been thinking about them ever j F.iiee i ,,t up this morning." I "How long. now. Billy, will it' ready j take you to hoe them?" ' " -Yell, at least an hour." I "And you've been up a little more than live hours?" "VYell, I I"' Hilly began to grin, look up his hoe, aI1d said: "I never thought vT that:" And the potatoes were hoed in just 'orty minutes. Vanity of Canary Birds, "Do you know." saiii an observant gentleman, 'that, barring a man and a "pcaeoek, I believe a. canary bird is the vainest of 11 creatures? Both my ! wife and myself are very fond of pets, and we keep several of these little songsters always in the house. One or the cagos was an old affair, which had hen in the family for years, and was us-d as much for tradition's as for eeonomy's sake. I had frequently re-marked re-marked to my wife that I believed the occupant of this cage was somewhat ashamed of his shabby dwelling place and observed with envious eyes the I faet that the other songsters were more I artistically lodged. "Well, the old cage finally collapsed, and it became necessary to purchase a 6 ovv one. in order to test my belief in the intelligence of my feathered friend I made it a point to get him the pret tiest iittie brass h0UFe j could find the effect was magical. No sooner was he turned into his new home than be began to sing as he had never sung before, completely drowning out the music of the other birds and behaving otherwise in a manner altogether becoming be-coming his sudden -rise in life- No Proud pauper coming unexpectedly into an inheritance of great riches could more gracefully have assumed a greater degree of vanity." Won the Fishing Pole. Governor Durbin of Indiana, w ho has won no little praise for the resolution with which during the Kvansville riot be uphtld the law. was not bad in his boyhood, hut he was mischievous His friends often toll the story of how-through how-through mischievousness, he once won a bamboo fishing rod. The princiral of the school that he attended was a man of considerable verity. The boys all held him in great awe. They were, therefore, amazed when young Durbin one day .said to them: ."IVj you dare me to co up to thai I principal and say 'Hello' and slap him ' i on the back?" j J "We certainly do." they replied. I I "Well. I'll do it." said Durbin. 'Til ! do it today. But what will you give j nie for letting you see me do it?" j "I'll give you that there bamboo I fishin' pole ,f mine," an illiterate boy I ! said. . j j "All right." Durbin agreed, "watch ' me when school begins." j The principal sat on an elevated plat-j plat-j form. The reckless Durbin. as soon as j the session opened, .advanced to him and. sure enough, gave him a hard whack on the back and at the same time exclaimed. "Hello!" The princely turned fiercely: "What is the meaning of this?" he cried. "There was the biggest slider on your back 1 ever saw, sir." said the boy. ! "Oh. was there?" said the mollified principal. "Thank you, my lad. for j knocking it off. Where is it. though?" "It escaped down that crack." said Durbin. |