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Show r f:i (V vv V, , .diteo by Aunt Busy ) XXIIER-WRITING DIRECTIONS. write on one side or paper only. Do not have letters too long. Address all letters to "Aunt 12usy," In-(trmouatain In-(trmouatain Catholic GEANDPA. My pandpa says that he was once ' little boy like me. I Vrse he was; and yet it does Semi queer to think that he Could ever pet rny Jacket on. Or shoes, or like to play -Vith games and toys, and race with Duke, As I do every day. He's come to visit us, you Fee, Nurse Fays I must be good And mind my manners, as a child With such a grandpa should. For grandpa is straight and tall And very dignined; jje knows most all there is to know And other thing's beside. So, though my grandpa knows so much, I thought that maybe boys Yer things he hadn't studied, They make such awful noise. But v hen 1 asked at dinner for Another piece of pie, I thought I saw a twinkle In the corner of his eye. So yesterday when they went out And left its two alone, I was not quite as much surprised To find how nice he'd grown. You should have seen us romp and run: My! now I almost see That p'r'aps he was, long, long ago, A little boy like me. AUNT BUSY HAS HER SAY Dear Nieces and Nephews: Aunt Busy has not much to say this week because she is feeling very sorry over something she read the other day. In all the daily papers on last Monday Mon-day she read about some young girls and boys who did not have any books, papers or magazines to read, and they were very unhappy in various ways. Aunt Busy has a great "sorry place," ever since, as the little ones -say, in her heart for these children. She would just like to give each one a whole library and good loving hug at the same time, because it is sad enough to be without reading matter, but doubly sad to be without love and kindness. Aunt Busy is glad that the lives of her dear nieces and nephews are different. She devoutly hopes that your lives will always be sunny and bright. Living in your comfortable homes under the love and care of fond parents and guardians you do not know the heartache and discontent that exists in many young souls. God grant you never may. But, dear children, try to appreciate appreci-ate the advantages that you have and improve every moment of your time. Have a great, broad charity for others, who perhaps have never had any education, edu-cation, no home, and, what is saddest of all, no dear mother to guide and advise them. Have a thought for the young girls and boys who last week said: "Oh, if we only had something to read!" Just think of the excellent story pa-Trs, pa-Trs, books and magazines that we throw into the waste basket every week, while a few miles away starved hearts and minds are wistfully longing long-ing for many things, and chiefly for something to read!. Aunt Busy may be a foolish "old goose," but she thinks there is a great capacity for good in young people who like to read. Aunt Busy intends to try to procure some reading matter for those dear children. She sends them this week several copies of The Intermountain Catholic and a great "basket of love" to start with. And to her own dear children she sends, as usual, her very best love and good wishes. AUNT BUSY. LETTERS AND ANSWERS. Diamondville, Wyo., Feb. 25, 1903. Ie;ir Aunt Busy: VV had a Catholic fair here the 17th, lth and I9th of this month. I had a tine time at the fair, eating candy and drinking soda water. Morgan won a fair of home-made slippers, but that is an up won. The fair was three 'lights and it was reported in the pa-l"-r that, they made ?500, but do not know for pure. Well, now Aunt Busy, niy letter is getting pretty long, so I CUf ss I will close. From your Nephew, ARTHUR KAVANAUGH. ('-!'d, as usual, to hear from you, Arthur. Aunt Busy is very rleased to hoar that your fair was such a pu.-cfss. Aunt Busy would be quite lonMy without your letters. Write Often. t Rock Springs, Feb. 28. My -ar Aunt Busy: I thought I would write you a few "'s to let you know I am well and hope you ore the same. I am going to t'-li you about my school. My teacher's nam- is Miss Everly. She is very nice, om.-times she is cross, but she is only cross when the children are noisy. But j ii thi y are nice to her she is nice to J11'1')- I am in the fiifth grade now. 1 an in decimal fractions. I will close now. so good-by. From your Niece, j SARAH LAVE RTY. J Amu Rusy is alwavs pleased to hear hf-r dear little niece at Rock j-rnngs. You are a very dear child '" think of your teacher as you do. iudood, it is not surprising if she does mp'i"i''s get cross. Teachers are or-"'"Hiy or-"'"Hiy mortals, little girl, not angels, though Aunt Busy thinks they are , ro singtdic. than any other class of ''tiKi! she knows. I: Treat your teacher like a good Chris- "a child should, and you will receive Mildly treatment and kindly interest lr return. tr Pocatello, Ida., Feb.' 24, 1903. Vtr. Aunt Busy: u is a long time since I have writ- fnJ I you- 1 euess you thought I had iw-w n you- but 1 nave not- " Tne t time I -write I will , send you a I story if you do not object. How is poor Uncle Busy? I hope he is over the rheumatism. Well, 1 will close, as my letter might be too long. I remain. Your Devoted Niece, JULIA FOLEY. P. S. I have five sisters and two brothers. What do you think of that? How very pleased Aunt Busy is to hear from- you again, Julia! Indeed, you were not forgotten. Aunt Busy remembers every one of her dear children. chil-dren. She will be very pleased to receive re-ceive a story from you. Uncle Busy is much better, thank you, but Aunt Busy is afraid he is getting mumps. Aunt Busy thinks you are a very fortunate for-tunate little girl to have five sisters and two brothers. Give them all Aunt Busy's love. Julia, can you not induce a few more Pocatello children to write to Aunt Busy? Confide in Your Mother, Girls! When a young girl goes to strangers for advice in preference to her parents she is treading a dangerous path. It is easy to get sympathy in sunshine, but when the dark clouds of sorrow and suffering come over you there is no one to lean on like a father or mother. Keep no secrets from your parents, girls. Ruin and shame will always follow, if you do. If there is any one thing calculated to make a young man lose respect for a young lady, it is to have her continually hanging around after him, or if not, writing notes every day. No boy who has respect for himself or his mother or sister will encourage any such breeding. But there are libertines and toughs that will do so, and lure you on to ruin worse than death. You may think this all the idea of a crank, girls, but soon the world will begin to scorn at you; your companions will shun you as an unfit one to associate with, you sink lower, until you life will be a living hell. We say beware of the man that wants you to keep secrets from your parents. What Three Girls Did. Three small girls were putting their heads together and that generally resulted re-sulted in a plan that made itself felt in immediate action. Polly, Molly and Mary Esther had come out into the country w ith their widowed mother to spend the summer. They were by no means rich. - in fact they had to work very hard indeed to make both ends meet; but Polly was just over a fever, and Molly was growing so fast, that she had no strength, and as the people who employed their mother were willing, will-ing, she concluded to go out into the country and take a tiny cottage for the summer vacation. It was a great lark until their brother Charley enlisted and went to the Philippines. After that the days focussed themselves around the hours for the mail, when they should hear the latest news from the front. It was about this that they were planning now. "We just can't plan anything th takes money," said Mary Esther, who was the practical one of the three. "Because "Be-cause we haven't a cent, and won't have. Mother's purse is as a starved mouse now, so we must not ask herfor a cent, for we couldn't get it, and it would just worry her to pieces." "But Charlie!" said Molly, "down there in the heat, and nothing to eat but old hardtack and stuff like that, and we with milk and blackberries, and" But Polly bounced up. "Let's sell blackberries, and put 'em up, and do a lot of things with 'em; and send a box to Charlie." she said. The other two thought about it. Then Mary Esther said: "Would anybody care if we do?" "Not if we get the wild ones and they are the best. I heard Mrs. Graham say yesterday that she wanted at least a bushel." "We'll have to hurry to get them," said Polly, "'cause the boys know all the good places, and we can't neglect our work.. That wouldn't be fair to mother. So we will have to get up earlier, and that means go to bed earlier, ear-lier, too." "Well, it's a pity if we can't do that much, when Charlie is roasting down in the Philippines," said Molly. Their mother felt a trifle doubtful about It at first, but one day when she was in town with her work, she went into a fruit store, and there happened to be a customer there, who asked for wild berries. "I'd be glad to get them if I could," said the man. "People generally like them so much better than the cultivated culti-vated ones." So the children's mother stepped forward for-ward and told them of the children's plan. The groceryman did not have his shop hung with American flags for nothing. He at once took the liveliest interest in the plan, and offered of-fered to take all they would send at fine prices. ; "Tell them to decorate the boxes with American flags, and I will tell my customers cus-tomers they must pay fancy prices, for these are patriotic berries," he sug- After this, everything was plain sailing sail-ing Heretofore the fund had grown but slowly, with the country orders. But they picked early and late, and the crates of sweet berries went to town daily with flags fluttering gaily from the boxes. They felt like millionaires when they counted up their funds, and the box was soon started on its way. As soon as the neighbors had understood under-stood about the box, they had taken a most intense and practical interest in it The rector's wife organized a sewing sew-ing society, and the pure white linen sheets and cases for the pillows that went in sent the originators of the box Oh"' oSefdarling." they wrote "It was we who began it, but God, and the neighbors and the groceryman In the city that made it such a nice one. It was a very mountain of a box, and w patriotic fruiterer came out in person per-son Pand packed the jellies, jams and Subs with marvelous skill. Canned Sups and tinned biscuits went m by the wholesale. Medicated soap, soft intv, Uthe linens were packed by the Scfted. three, assisted by the neigh-wf neigh-wf Then on too, and all around the 1 cranniS . racked -(prayer .-book, and others), papers and letters. Yes, it got through. The fruiterer proved himself him-self a very magician in the way he conjured up permits and unraveled red tape. Charlie, slightly wounded, was in the hospital when the box came decorated lavishly with flags, and packed by loving hands. There was, joy all around the camp hospital when all the lovely things came to view, j And Charlie, holding the little loving letters in his hand, fell fast asleep, and 1 awoke refreshed in mind and body. Fun Enough to Fill An Evening. Here's a big roomful of fun for your Party, enough to last a whole evening. Indeed, if you let everybody have a trial, as everybody will be sure to wish, there is enough for two evenings. You may use the things suggested simply as fun makers, or they nay be held as forfeits for-feits that players in defeated games have to pay. In either case they cause no end of amusement. 1. Place a lighted candle on the mantel; let a blindfolded person stand with his back to it, walk five steps forward, for-ward, turn around, walk five steps back toward the candle and blow it out. 2. Place a chair at the far end of the room; let a person take a cane or an umbrella in his hand, lean down until his forehead touches his hand, close his eyes and turn around rapidly three times. Then let him open his eyes and walk straight to the chair. 3. Take an ordinary visiting card and I bend down each end at right angles; place it on the table so that it rests on the bent ends and the air can pass under un-der it, and then try to blow it over. 4. Walk around the room and smile on each person in turn. 5. Yawn until yau make some one else yawn. 6. Select a perfectly smooth apple and suspend it from the chandelier by a string so that it is about the height of a person's mouth. Bite a piece from it without touching it with the hands. 7. Repeat a stanza of poetry, counting count-ing the words as you go. For example: "The (one) boy (two) stood (three) on (four) the (five) burning (six) deck (seven.)" 8. Blacken one' end of a cork by burning it. Let a blindfolded person choose the right or the left end, having hav-ing first been told that one end is black. Draw across his cheek the end he chooses and repeat this three times. Then bring in a mirror and let him look at himself. 9. Tie a bonbon in the middle of a string, seat two boys on the floor facing each other, and put an end of the string in each boy's mouth, telling them they are to eat it rabbit fashion, that is, by drawing it into the mouth by the lips, without touching it with their hands. The boy who first reaches the bonbon eats it. 10. Blindfold a person and let him tell who gives him a spoonful of water. Repeat this ten or twelve times. Don't Be Uneasy. Many boys, without being conscious of it, are constantly wriggling. They fidget when standing, and do not know what to do with their hands. When sitting, the trouble is with their feet, and with these keep up a tapping or other motion, thus causing an unnecessary unneces-sary and unpleasant noise, especially In the presence of strangers. Let each boy who reads this train himself like the scolder, "to stand at ease," and to sit at ease, and he'll show that manners man-ners will count more than giddiness or carelessness. A Message to Girl Readers. Dr. William Robertson Nicoll thwtvs a new light upon novel reading. He advises that no effort shall be made to keep pace with the vast literary products prod-ucts of the day, but he says to women and girls: "Read until you have discovered dis-covered the author with whom you are most in sympathy, whose work you really love,' and whose first read book makes you long to know; more of the man and his work. Then read not only everything from his pen, but every little lit-tle fact you can gather about him, his life and surroundings, and the books that have influenced him most, till you feel he is-an Intimate friend. Then, and then only, can you fully appreciate the fruits of the man's brain." It is an education in itself to fully master the works of one writer. How many authors there are who are read over and over again without being understood? under-stood? Take George Meredith, for instance. in-stance. Great as he is, he is not to be recommended to the average reader, j who is first bored, then wearied, by an author whose ability towers so far above the ordinary level that one must be educated to a high degree of literary taste before understanding, him. Better Bet-ter leave Meredith alone than to read him without understanding. This illustrates il-lustrates what Dr. Nicoll means in urging urg-ing women to search out their authors for themselves, and, having found one which makes a special appeal to them, to be faithful to him and study him. In no other way can we escape the charge of reading so superficially that we have little knowledge of the books we wade through and none whatever of the authors' au-thors' intention in writing them. |