The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1877-10-04
DIR JUVENILES.
Fd,any's Mud Pie.


Gravely she stirs with serious look,
Making believe she's true pastry cook;
Sundry brown splashes on forehead and eyes
Show that Fanny is making mud pies
But all the soil of her innocent play
Clean soap and water will soon wash away;
Many pleasure in daintier guise
Leaves darker traces than Fannys mud pies.
Dash full of joy in the bright summer day,
Zealousy chases the robins away;
Banks at the squirrels, snaps at the flies,
All the while Fanny is making mud pies
Sunshine and soft summer breezes astir,
While she is busy, busy with her;
Cheeks rosy, glowing, and bright, sparkling eyes,
Bring they to Fanny while making mud pies.
Doles ard playthings all laid away,
Not to come out till the next rainy day;
Under the blue of those sweet summer skies
Nothing's so pleasant making mud pies.
Mischterous Willie.
I'm certain you never came across
such mischievous little fellow as Willie
Walters. Not day passed but he was
up to some trick or other.
'tSally," said he to the servant, one
Saturday afternoon, 81 want you to do
me favor. Will you?'
cav eoorse I will, darlint; sure now,
what is it % returned she.
''Well, only this, Sally. you know"
went on our hero, a roguish look coming
into his eye. 81 want you to-to-give
me some -four out of the cupboard,
there"
.'Flour, did you say ?" queried the
housemaid, not sure that she had heard
Alright.
eyes, Sally" replied our hero. "I
want, you know, to make some paste for
my kite. Do give me some.''
Well, the end of it was Willie got the
-four, and no sooner had he secured it
than, with triumphant little laugh, he
ran out of the kitchen and up stairs to
his bedroom.
Sure, now. it's some mischief he's
afther, the young rogue, muttered the
housemaid, as he disappeared. cts
not paste for his kites he'll be making at
all, at all y
Half an hour afterward, when our hero
heard Mr.. Dodgers go out, he sneaked
down into that gentleman's room, opened
his cl othes-drawer, and carefully
sprinkled the flour all over it, then
made his way to the adjacent cricket
field as if nothing had occurred, though
every now and again he could not help
chuckling over the smart trick he had
played.
However, it was on this occasion that
Willie was "served out"
Itso happened that Mr.. Dodgers had
not got half mile away before he met
an actor friend, who gave him an order
for the theater; whereupon Mr.. B., high
ly delighted, returned to his lodging to
don his best black suit
Imagine his rage and surprise when
he opened his drawer. There were the
clothes which he wore only on highdays
and holidays covered with flour!
"Who's done this ?-who's done this ?''
cried the poor gentleman, ringing the
bell so violently that he almost broke
the wire. "Who's done this? NV best
suit is spoiled"
odIiy dpEOe,IOli tIIS SuIuIlOuS.
"What's the matther, sir?" asked She
Matter l'' shouted the Infatuated
clerk, pointing to the open drawer.
Look there, and see for yourself My
black suit is ruined %
Sally did look, and on the spur of
the moment threw up her hands, ex-
claiming:
"Sure, MIR. Dodgers, it's mesef that
knows the culprit It's Willie. He's
gone to the cricket-feld.'
Mr.. Dodgers eyes lighted up. may
tell you that he was very determined
man; and, unlike Willie's parents, had
firm belief in corporal punishment.
What does he do, therefore, but march
straight to the cricket-feld, heavy cane
In his hand
Catching sight of him, Willie instant
ly took to his heels, for it did not re.
quire two glances TO assure him that his
fathers frst-foor lodger meant mis-
chief.
"Stop him. Stop the young ruffian =
yelled that gentleman, giving chase, and
brandishing the cane ominously. "Stor
him, say p
No one attempted to do SO, however
and at first it looked as if our mischievous
little hero would make his escape; but
fate ordered it differently.
Though past the middle age, Mr.
Dodgers was remarkably nimble, and
what with his long legs and arms, seemed
to fly over the ground like huge grass
hopper.
The consequence was that he gained
upon Willie fast, and in a few seconds
was only dozen yards or SO in the rear.
Willie's heart sank within him. He
felt that unless he did something desper.
ate he was in for it. Suddenly, there
tore, swerving to the right, he made di-
rect for a thick cluster of tall water.
reeds, and dived in among them, hoping
thus to elude pursuit.
Alas he reckoned without his host
The irate ledger was not to be done in
this way. Dashing after him, he caused
Willie to retreat further back, and, in
the excitement of the moment, to tum.
BILE headlong into the muddy brook.
Help help!' cried he. chokingly,
struggling frantically in the midst of the
thick, liquid mass. "Help helpl"
Mr.. Dodgers anger WAS in a moment