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Show - f n ! Edited by ! our Boys and OT$ 1 aunt, su ; t j w- ------------,-. ,,:,.., 1 . : r i , 1, COMPANY'S COMIN' TO TEA. .-..rah" inakin' a layer-cake spicy kind: I -wish Flio'd hurry an' put it in to bake, j-'o I an scrape the dish! tShe's cross as sticks: an' the kitchen's i jtlSt As hot :is hot can be, f 3 1 smells so good that I'm like to bust- Corn p'ny's comln' to tcs. i We'll liiive the shiniest ev'rything, An' I'll drink coffee p'r'aps: And niore'n a dozen times ma'll ring , : To carry off the scraps. I SS'rv poini to have ice cream, I I know j I hop; it's lemon, gee! j ,n' soda biscuits I' saw the dough Comp'ny's comin to tea. I mustn't talk at tabU much; I mustn't kick my feet; mustn't smack mylips, or touch i The stuff that I won't eat. ! An' I must take, when plates are f passed, i Whatever's nearest me j (Hut not. of course, if it's the last) Comp'ny's comin' to tea. I'll wear my dandiest blouse an' tie ! An' if I'll stay about ; An' not set dirty, ma says I j .May clean the freezer out! 7 ' r An' so I dassen't tear and race, , climb a single tree, k f Or sweat, or soil my hands or face I Comp'ny's comin' to tea. AUNT BUSY HAS HER SAY. j Dear Nieces and Nephews Aunt "Busy does not know what to say. She ',. docs not want to preach all the tlin-5, ;md she does jiot want to scold the : dearest children in the world for not I writing to her, so what can the poor f old thing pay? She is becoming mor? forlorn-looking every day from worry- f ing over the neglect of hr many girls j and boys. j What ever did become of the 'Tose- bud" "garden from Wyoming? Aunt . I ' . Husy would love to hear from a little i niece from Dewey, Mont., by the name j o:' May Patton. It is two years since I .Maj; wrote to Aunt Busy. Many f Ti;on'ths ago Aunt Busy had or thought ; she had a number of dear friends in Ogdcn, but the poor, simple old soul was mistaken. She liked the dear Op-den Op-den chaps a great deal more than they liked her. Why, she thought so much uf them that she went to Ogden one evening at 6 o'clock and hurried back to Salt Lake at midnight, and just to see the dear fellows. Well, some old '. women never will be very sensible, and T .-iinong those old women must be your loving AUNT BUSY. LETTERS AND ANSWERS. ' Waterford. N. Y. lear Aunt Busy I suppose you think 1 have forgotten you. I had so much company all vacation I thought of nothing but play. 1 am back to .s. hool and have passed in the sixth grade. You asked me what I would be when I left school, and I am going to be a school teacher. I had a nice lime during vacation, and I hope you . had the same. How is Father Morris-sey? Morris-sey? I hope he is well. Your little niece in the east. GERTRUDE MOORE. Aunt Busy has thought quite often of her dear little eastern girl. Study hard, Gertrude, and you will sonv day make a successful teacher. Rev. Father Mor-rissey Mor-rissey js very well and always very busy. Why do you not write to him? A Please do not neglect Aunt Busy for . ftich a long time. again, Gertrude. . .. .... Salt Lake City, Oct. 1. Dear Anut Busy: When I get big I am going to play on the organ at church. I like to hear organ music like the organ at the Mormon tabernacle. taber-nacle. I go very often to hear it. Do , you like music. Aunt Busy? I am 10 years old and am taking lessons. I remain re-main your loving niece. NELLIE LAMBERT. Aunt Rusy wishes you success, dear niece, when you are a church organist. Yes. Aunt Busy likes music very well. The organ at the tabernacle is certainly certain-ly a great instrument. Aunt Busy-hopes Busy-hopes you will be able to perform on it some day. Practice faithfully, little girl. Butte City, Sept. 30. Dear Aunt Busy: 1 have not written to you for many months. I suppose you never think of me. I am going to school every day and also to Sunday school ! very Sunday afternoon. My little I c hum does not like to go to Sunday i school. Did you like Sunday school, Aunt Busy? Well, I will stop now. hoping to see my letter in print. Your loving niece, MARY FLEMMING. Aunt Busy never forgets any of her little correspondents. Mary. Aunt Busy must confess that she did not like Sunday Sun-day school very well when she was a little girl, but she had to attend until she was a big girl over 17 years old. If she ever raised any objections to going she regretted the objections, because she would receive punishment. Now, if Aunt Busy had any little girls and boys who refused to attend Sunday Sun-day school. Aunt Busy would well. Aunt Busy would whip them soundly, roundly and thoroughly three times every day. Aunt Busy does'not believe in whipping, either. How Walter Waited. Eight o'clock was Walter's bedtime, i and. like many other little boys and girls, he thought it came too soon. Just as he was building a tine large house of j blocks, or chasing fire-flies on the lawn, the eight strokes would sound from the ' big. old-fashioned clock in the hall, and mother would carry her little bov off to ' bed. "I'll be so glad when I'm r.O years old!" Walter used to say. '"Then I'm going to stay up all night long.'' Mother Moth-er always smiled when he said this, and told him to wait and see. One morning mother and father went off on a flay's journey, not to return until un-til 9 o'clock in the evening, and as an unusual treat Walter was to be allowed to wait up for them. The little boy was overjoyed. All day long he planned games for the extra hour before bedtime. bed-time. Such houses he would build, and such fun he would have! When 8 o'clock struck, he pointed his finger merrily at the big clock and laughed at it. "Not tonight!" he cried, gleefully.-Soon gleefully.-Soon aftec w hen he had built one fine house of blocks, he began to feel drowsy, but he wouldn't tell nurse. It looked so comfortable on the big sofa in the library, he thought it would be easier to wait there for father and motner. So he climbed upon the soft cushions and snuggled down contentedly. Then he laid his curly head back on the cushions. cush-ions. It was so pleasant to wait here; hy 'and by there would be a ring at the doorbell, and then he would rush to open the door, and mother would kiss him art father and father ould ? Walter suddenly stopped thinking, for his blue eyes closed, and he was fast asleep. It was thus that mother and father found him when they came in shortly after 9 o'clock; and how everybody every-body laughed, even Walter, when he saw the Joke! After that evening Wal-h Wal-h r made no more objections to going J( t bed at -8 o'clock, The Sunbeam. : ' Dolls Once a Year. .In. most countries a girl considers her dolls and toys her own possessions, to appropriate at any and all times. This is not so with the Japanese girl. To play with her dolls is an event; a joy which comes to her but once a year, and the dolls are so wonderfully made as truly to be curiosities, even to th people themselves. As a rule the doll is the personification of some noted character of remote ages; either an empress or some woman who has figured fig-ured in national history. The quaint, often costly dress, the arrangements of the hair and kind of jewels, ara'all In harmony with the period in which she i is supposed to have lived. They are of all sizes and shapes, and the girl with the largest collection and the oldest doll is the envy of all. On a certain day one room in the Japanese home is so arranged that all dolls and toys must be displayed to advantage; ad-vantage; the, most highly prized ones are given the place of honor on the row of shelves placed against the side of the room, and draped with some gay color that forms a fitting background. Every girl remains at noma on this great holiday and receives the mothers of her girl friends, who are expected to make the rounds of the neighborhood Sn which she lives. Among the better class it is the custom to add a doll to the collection as an expression of good will. , The little girl has a cooking arrangement ar-rangement over which to prepare tea for her guests. This is served on the floor with some sort of sweets, and not to partake is considered very bad form. The next day the treasures are removed re-moved -and packed away, the girl longing long-ing for the day when she shall again enjoy her ever-increasing family. It Is a common thing' to tve as many as 100 or more dolls in one home. Papa Gets a Move On. Papa was cutting Freddy's hair very well, but was not quick at the job, and Fred, w ho is six years of age, found the function very tiresome. At last he said: "Are you nearly done, daddy?" "Very near; I've just the front to do now," replied the father. "I'm afraid." sighed the martyr, "that the back will grow again while you are cutting the front." Then papa put on a spurt. Good Reason For Silence. A gentleman who is no longer young, and who never was handsome, asked his son's child what he thought of him. The boy's parents were present. The-youngster The-youngster made no reply. "Well, so you won't tell me what you think of me? Why won't you?" i' 'Cause I don't want to get licked," replied the sprig of a rising generation. A Small Matter. Little Jack My mamma's new fan is hand-painted. Little Dick Pooh! Who cares? Our whole fence is. |