St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1888-01-01
THROUGH JUVENILE EYES.
The Queer Ways in Which Things
Are Look ed At bv the Little Ones


Are Looked AT by the Little Ones.
A pupil in one of the public schools of
this city complied recently in the fol-
lowing manner with request to write
composition on the subject of physi
illogical lecture to which the school had
just listened: 'The human body is
made I'D of the head, the thorax and the
abdomen. The head contains the brains,
when there is any. The thorax contains
the heart and the lungs. The abdomen
contains the bowels, of which there are
five: A, E, L, o and U, and sometimes
w and Baltimore American.
A three-year-Old girl was given a
peach. She disposed of everything but
the stone, and then made known her
predicament thus: Mamma, I've eaten
the cloth and I've eaten the meat, but
what shall l do with the bone?'-New
York Tribune.
Bobby Sunday afternon)-What
dreffel long, dreary day Sunday is,
mother. Mother-Why do you find it
dreary, Bobby? Bobby (after some
thought)-I s'pOse it's because pa stays
home all day.-Texas Siftings.
A small Hartford child just home
from Sunday school informed his father
that he could name the first five books
of the New Testament. They were, he
said: Matthew, Mark, Luke, John
and Hatchet," and then, thinking peo-
pie looked queer, he heSitated and
added, well, Ratchet or ak, it's about
the same thing" -HartfOrd Courant.
Myrtle, at the age of two, was very
fond of playing with the articles on her
mothers dressing case, and had been
forbidden to do so. One day she was
absent in the bed room for some time,
returning with guilty face. No ques-
ton was asked, but after period of in
ward conflict the little one remarked,
''There was picture in Oor glass of
little Myrtle touching oor fings. baby.
Bobby-Ma, tell me what you do up
there behind the minister in church
every Sunday. Nal chant. Bobby
(pouting)-I don't think you're very
polite. You never let me say, Il
shan't" when don't want to give any
thing away.-Binghamton Republican.
Mamma, Miss Brooks told US in Sun
day school to-day of poor family who
are nearly starved to death. Isn't it
awful! wish L could do something
for them" ''YOu have some pennies in
your pocket. Edith Eyes, mamma.
but they might spend it for drink o, L
know what Ell do. I'll give them my
cookery book?"-Boston Transcript.
A strange child was introduced to
four-year-old Adelaide with injunctions
as to his entertainment. With a superb
dignity the suggestions were checked
by, MY dear, have played with chill
dren all my life. American Magazine.
Jack (after closely scrutinizing his
crying baby brother)-.'Do babies go to
heaven, mammal" Mamma-''YeS, dear;
when they die. What makes you ask?''
Jack-''O, nothin'. l feel sorry for the
angels and fings, don't you, mamma?''
| Home journal.
The writer was sitting at her window
one day and heard the following CONVEX
satiOn between small relatives concern
ing the departure from this life of a
pet kitten: "F'ankie. my kitty's all
dead" rs it dead? I'm awful sowwy.'
MY kitty won't nevah meow no noah, .
beginning to whimper. maybe she's
gone to heaven" 'Kitties can't go tC
hebben." ''YOu don't know. l wouldn'
envy. Jest wait an see.' = Youth:
Companion.