The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1885-07-24

I'll gather up chips for my boats.
And send them all of In a row.
sBut they'll never come back said Ned,
They'll only keep sailing away,
Said Tassie, the bright little maid,
Dust play they'll tome back some day,
o Taasic | wee maiden its thus
We ever keep on with our play,
We send out bright hopes DER Life's main,
And trunt they'll come back some day.
The Roys' Club.
The Boys Club is not q school nor a
l~ectExee-ropm nor any kind of a meet
ing.It Was only a club for the East
side boys, where every fellow can read
or play games, or talk, or tell stories.
or do anything that is regular out and
out fun, and not mischief.
The superintendent has one or two
boys to help him,-one to look after
the hats and caps another to keep an
eye on the Mushroom, and another to
take charge OF the drawing materials
used by the boys who are busted with
the study Of drawing. These officers,
ii youshaye q mind to call them SO,
take turns, SO that every young mem
her OF the Boys Club has q chance to
make himself useful, and may be pro-
noted to the highest position ii he
shows himself fit for the honor.
Every night at half-past seven, ex-
scepting on Sundays, the doors ara
opened and the boys file in, down the
stairs to the big basement where the
club holds its jolly meetings. Show
your ticket at the door, give up your
hat. and take q check for 1t. Will YOU
read the photographers; sir, or play
checkersp Will you read story-book.
or indulge in go BangPn "A game,
ehp all right; show your ticket to the
librarian. He takes il and punches 3
hole in IT, and keeDs it while you have
yonr game. Here are o table and five
chaiks.
On the walls Of the room are posted
the catalogues OF the books in the liz
brary. Halt a dozen little fellows are
reading the enticing lists. and off they
60 to the librarian, and present their
cards for their books. Here's q good,
quiet place in q corner, where a fellow
can read in peace. There is q great
clutter of voices, with every one talk
as fast as he can; but your city boy can
read anywhere.
Every hoy can talk and laugh as
freely as in his own home. Make all
the noise you like, within reasonable
bounds. 1t is good for the lungs.
Who ever heard Of q boy who could
fold his arms and be truly good all the
time, In the Boys Club every fellow
al be as lively as he pleases, provided
he does not Interfere with any other,
boys fun. Only house fun is in order;
and. if any boy feels that he must race
about the room, thefatherly policeman
suddenly wakes mp and Mr.. Race
housesis invited into the street, where
he a run to his hearts content. He
can notscome aggainto the club till he
learns how young gentlemen behave
in the house.
OF course there are rules OF some
kind. 70 enter the club, the boy must
apply for ticket, and this ticket is
onlygood for u month. II, during the
month. q boy behaves badly in the
club-room, he will lose his ticket, and,
perhaps, not get another for q long
time. All the boys who show that theY
wish to do the right thing, aud treat
the club and each other properly, have
their tickets renewed every month.
You see from this that really, the club
is practically free to any little East
side fellow who wishes to escape from
the dismal streets, and is willing o
behave himself for the sake Of the
good time the club atfsrds him.
AKind Littls Sister, aud What She Did for
Her Brothers.
Youths Companion.
Please make NJ a bean-bag. mann
map
BEETLES brothers had a small gym
nasiurn in which some of the neighbors'
boyscamo TO play with them, and had
great fun with bean-bags.
Mamma took Il piece of strong,
coarse netting which lay in her work
basket, and sewcd it into a bag. Bette
thoughtsit nicer than those the boys
had, for wflan she went to put the
beans in they showed through.
When mamma sewed it up she went
out to play with it, and found it very
nice indeed, much nicer than a ball, for
il Was easier to catch, and never hurt
her hands.
4 do hope every mamma makes a
bean-bag for her little girl, she said to
herself.
III got dirty very soon. though. with
being flung freely about the garden
paths and the dusty porches. Bette
made up her mind itwanted washing,
SO she laid it under the pump and gave
Sitagood soaking. She thought it looked