The Portland daily press., 1883-02-13
The Daisies.

Turn in, the wild white winter SHOWS.
Turn out, the sweet spring. daisies
"Ihe Daisy dressed in white
he paw paw flower in brown,
And the violet sat by her lover the brook
With her golden eye-lids down."
NOT THAT KIND OF BUG.
Little Willie Necombe was always called
Necombe, junior, the last word being trans
posed in his own language to june-bug. One
day some gentlemen who were calling on his
father teased him by asking him his name.
''Willie Necombe June-bug," he would an
swer, gravely, when one of them said:
willie, l think you are a potato bug
Sand think you is humbug," said the
little fellow to the amusement of all present.
A cHHD's QUAINT IDEA.
During the recent intense cold philan-
thropic individual who occasionally looks
into the wants of the poor and wretched,
found miserable family almost on The
point of expiring with cold and hungar; the
mother had some days previous fallen on the
ice and was crippled and laid up, and three
little children were crying at the side of the
wretched bed on which she lay, pale and
starving. The good samaritan. who had
turned aside to help them, did nothing by
halves; he went out aud bought fuel and
food, which he took to the poor dwelling;
then he made fire and cooked the food
telling the little ones as he worked amusing
stories to make them forget their sufferings.
When the meal was cooked he placed it on
the table and sat down with the children
thai he might attend to their wants. First,
however, he followed an old fashion of his
own; he bowed his head, closed his ewes and
invoked silent blessing on the food. ~
The children watched him with great
earnestness and then curiosity overcame
their hunger. The two elder ones were
afraid to speak but the youngest suddenly
asked:
''What did you do that for?' and she
closed her eyes and bowed her head.
Il was praying to God?' said the man
gravely.
why, aint you Godq' she inquired inno-
Gently.
The humanitarian said that his conscience
smote him at the artless question of the
child. She had suffered so keenly and lis
tened to her mothers prayers, and evidently
had expected no help in human shape, and
when the help did come the little one sup
posed it was from heaven. The generous
man saw them provided for, and as he left
the house he asked the child to kiss him.
She did SO, saying: II thought saw God
once and he looked just like you.''
THOUGHTFUL BOY.
Fred and his mother had been invited to
tea with two maiden ladies, and during the
afternoon Fred was model boy, amusing
himself with dominoes and picture cards,
and exciting the ad uiration of the maiden
ladies, who declared he was perfect little
gentleman. But alas! boy nature will out,
and after tea Fred became obstreperous,
kicked nillnmc md c1n taI O,,I
enough to drown the conversation. His
mother was mortified and lectured him on
arriving at home, telling him he might
make as much noise as he pleased out of
doors, but in the parlor he must behave ike
gentleman. The next afternoon Fred was
seen thoughtfully putting on his coat and
mlttens, and his mother asked bim where he
was going.
kicks inside of me, and yeils in my throat.
Fam going to get them all out, and then l
shall be little gentleman in the parlor.''
HE had TO HoLLER.''
1t is cruel to keep checking boys. Little
frankie f. was astride the sofa-cushion and
was making his steed apparently lake 240
pace, with kicks and slashes of his whip,an
yelling at the top of his lungs. His poor
mother bore it awhile and then said stern
ly: FRANKIE! stop making a noise! Drive
your horse if yon want to, but be STILL" 1t
was very quiet for while, and Frankie's
mother locked around to see her boy sitting
astride the sCfa-cushiOn, but the tears roll
ing down his cheeks. "Why, frankie, what
is the matter?" frankie sobbed out. 81
can't make him go, mamma, unless | holler
TO him, It's all inside of me, and if it don't
come out, shall burst?'
SHE COULD SAY HYMN.
MOur little golden-haired, blue-eyed May!
the darling 1 oil. br1t oonldp;t
her If we tried by petting. When she was
years old Hattie and Carrie wanted to take
her to Sunday school, SO mamma put on the
pretty white dress and lace cap, and with a
tiny prayer book in her haid, Just like
mamma, she went to church. 1t was a large
class, and every little girl said her text,
while May sat very still watching the pro-
ceedings. When all had rected the teacher
said, turning to May, Doesn't this dear lit
tie girl know hymn or verse to say?''
MOP said Hattie, 'tshe is too Young to
learn hymn"
began:
Little fishes in a brook,
Billy catch 'em with hook;
Sally fry 'em in pan.
Billy eats 'em like man."
ALL THE SAME IN DUTCH.
A lady in this city who teaches music said
she was much amused when one of her pu-
pills who had discovered the word etude.
study on piece of music, said, "Will you
please direct me when we come to attitude,
Miss Smith?''
TOO SHARP.
A bright little girl on Cass avenue wasisit-
ting in the parlor the other evening when her
sister was entertaining her beau, and hearing
him remark that he had nearly frozen one of
his ears on his way there said
Maybe you'll be thorry you came for
papa tn going to give you freeze-out to-
night, he thaid tho.'
And the poor man had to smile and ap-
pear pleased.
CHILD'S REBUKE.
A little girl who always sat at the table
next to a gentleman who was a heavy
breather, administered an unexpected re-
ouke to him; after watching his lips for
few moments, she asked suddenly:
"Are you asleep, Mr.H -?'
why no, child,' answered the guest with
some surprise. "What made you ask that?''
"Cause you snored So"
HER IDEA OF LUCK.
Two little girls met on the street, the other
day. and one said to the other:
"pve put all my dolls into deep mourning
and it's so becoming to them! Come over
and see them"
"What did you do that for?"
"Oh, we had c'lamity. Our old dog got
killed and there didn't anybody care but me
and them; we've just cried our eyes OUT
Then the other little girl said, in slow, de- |
liberate tones:
"May Wilson, amt you lucky, thought |
There's always something happening to your |
MADE THE MOST OF IT.
A gentleman who owns bright brace of |
bows was annoyed one day by their playing. |
and at last said sharply:
81 never saw two such boysp'
Upon which the youngest one at once re-
torted:
Then, papa, we're just too-too.'