The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1872-11-07

CHAT WITH THE LITTLE FOLKS.


strip the trees long be fore you reach them.
snake the branches well. Look out for yeur
heads when the nuts come down. Search
for them hidden under the deed leaves. Be-
ware of two things; handling green chestnut
Dburrs and cracking the nuts with your teeth.
WheD your bags are full, look for autumn
leaves and ferns. You don't know how to
press them? Then we must ask DR.. Beetle.
81 shall be very glad to tell them," says
DR.. Beetle. ..-r
| HOW TO PRESS LEAVES.
Leather the brightest leaves you can find.
Maple and oak have generally the gayest
colors. Sumach turns deep red. Throw
away all those that are torn. worm eaten,
also those which have much green colorine
left. They can be pressed in book. The
best way is to lay them between sheets Off
glazed white paper. The paper absorbs the
moisture OF the leaves. Replace the damp
sheets by dry ones every other day This
preserves the color. Press them under a
heavy weight. When ready for use, the col
ors are brought out by oiling the leaves with
| boiled linseed oil.
II don't think the children will have any
| trouble, If they follow DR.. Beetles direc-
tions," says Mr.. Shor.. perhaps they
would like to hear something about arrang-
ing their leaves when pressed"
We shall be glad to hear anything you can
tell Us, Mr.. Short.
Well" says Mr.. Short, "here is some
thing about
AUTUMN LEAVES IN WINTER.
Autumn leaves are the pref tiest olna-
ment OF a room in winter. Tney are easily
gotten, easily preserved and very easily ar
ranged. The simplest method is to make
them into bouquets, and place them in vases.
It looks pretty to lay leaves around the base
of the vase. Another way 10 to take a stiff
piece of white paper, paste some leaves upon
it, and to these wire others with Ane hair
wire. Place tho paper in straw frame, and
you have avery pretty ornament for your
room. The most beautiful way is to wire the
leaves TO the dead branch of a tree, and place
|colored leaves growing"
Thank you, M. Short. 1 hope, nut-crack-
ers, you will try to carry out some of Mr..
Shorts suggestions. Nothing makes home
look more beautiful in winter than these
bright reminders o: the summer.
"Inever look at them" says Uncle Nat,
''without thinking of fairy tale heard
when boy.
The boys and girls will all be glad to hear
it, Uncle Nat.
UNCLE MATS FAIRY TALE.
There was once lovely princess who lad
a fairy fora godmother. This young princess
was slender, graceful, and fair to behold.
She usually dressed in green. her favorite
color.
"This pretty creature would have been
great favorite but for her very troublesome
habit of whispering. She had always some
wonderful news, or seemed to have, which
everybody must hear privately; so no won
der that she came to be known at last by the
name Of the Whisperer.
'Now, this conduct was very dispeasing
30 the old fairy, who would often become
cross, and scold and threaten her, though
when good natured. she would smile most
pleasantly upon her, and drop gold in her
path.
"The princess liked to see herself well
dressed, and every year she saved up the gold
which her godmothsr had dropped, and spun
and wove herselfa fine golden mantle. The
fairy was quite willing to find her in gold to
spin, and all would have gone we'll only for
the habit of whispering, which was very
strong upon her in breezy weather.
Zone day the old lady became so provoked,
that she lost all patience with the Whlsperer,
and, touching her with her wand, changed
her, quick as thought, to slender green
tree.
"'Now. stand there and whisper to the
windsp cried the angry fairy.
"And sure enough she did. But the tree
always saved up sunshine enough through
the long summer days, to weave tor itself a
golden mantle, and when decked In that was
as pleased as tree could DE to see itself so
fine.
"And that's the way, so I've been told"
said Uncle Nat, laughing, "that birch tress
began. But those fine golden maptles are
sure to be spoile by rough old king, who
comes this way every year, stormng and rag
ing and making great buster"
Even my little folks can guess who that
old king was" says Cousin Carrie. ''Mine
are the tiny ones who like to sit in mammals
lap to hear the stories. They have not been
we'll treated of late, for all the stories have
been for the big boys and girls"
We all beg your pardon, little ones. Now
listen, for kind Mr.. Civil has found story to
tellyou.
TOMMY AND WILLIE.
",Come into my yard and see my new top
-. , so3d Tommv to Willie.