The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1892-11-03
MOSTLY FOR YOUNGPEOPLE.
MATTERS IN WHICH THEY WILL
BE INTERESTED.
4Jin's Danger Slgnal--"rhe Charge
.orthe Light Rrlgade''--The Prize
Fighters at Home --lnter-
esting Facts About
Lightning.
'Jlm's Danger Signal.
A TRUE STORY.

|
it must be admitted that although
both mother and father called baby
blessing Jim could not, or would
not, recognize the fact and appreciate
him. One evening, alter a long and
tiresome day with the baby, who
would pull Jim's precious playthings
to pieces, the little boy came to his
fathers knee and sighed deeply.
whats the trouble, Jim? Baby
been teasing your" asked father, look
ing down at the frowning face.
"Papa, can you spell 'danger?"
asked Jim, disregarding the question.
"What kind of danger, my boy?';
Real, 'fraid danger, the kind you
see on signs when the engine is COM
ing" @.-* -.
"Oh! You mean Look out for the
locomotive or, Danger; the dog is
loose That's what you mean,"
laughed papa. But Jim was very
serious.
Chow do you spell it?" he asked.
Papa spelled it, and Jim went off.
He was seven and could just print let
ters, but did not know how to read.
The next morning, when mamma
went into the nursery, she found e.
len, the baby's nurse, washing out Il
stain in one OF baby's dresses. "He
do be crazy, ma am, for to play with
Master Jim's things, and he spilled
some sticky stuff on his dress yester-
terday from a bottle he found in
Master Jim's room," said Ellen.
"You SHOULD be more careful, FL
len; ..hel might take the ink, or
anything else, you KNOW" said NAM
ma. ~.
II watch him all the time, ma am;
but he ran back the minute took off
his dress, and when 1 went after him
there he WIS again, trying to reach
the bottle. He's that persistent"
ut must have been Jims mucilage,
that he uses to stick pictures in his
scrap book. Poor jim! It is too
bad all his things are meddled with"
Then mamma walked into the ad-
joining room, which was Jim's. Pres
emily she called nurse, and then they
both laughed as if they never would
stop. On Jim's bureau stood the bot
tie OF muscilage, and beside it stood a
bit OF cardboard, labelled IN great
black letters:
DANGER!
Before it, standing with great open
eyes, was Baby in grave contempla-
ton.
-"Well, my darling, can you read the
sign?" laughed mamma; your broth
er Jim had to ask how to spell it be-
tore he wrote it., and now he expects
you to read it and beware.
But Baby only trotted gravely to-
ward mamma, and, holding up his lit
tie arms, said, up, up!" AS mamma
carried him out of jim 8 room he look
ed over her shoulder, triveting his eyes
on the bottle Of mucilage and the
queer sign.
Do you think baby understood? 1
am sure he must have, for he never
bothered Jim's bottle of mucilage
again. This is true story.
'The charge of the Light Brigade,"
is not by any means the best OF the
late Late Lord Tennyson's poems,
but it is perhaps the best known. A
correspondent now travelling in Rus
STA recently met and talked with a
steward, Ivan Ivanovitch, who went
through the Crimean war, and was
wounded at Balac!aYa when the fa-
nous charge occurred. The RI. an
steward said OF it: S.. ...
"We were sorry for them, they were
such fine fellows and had such splen-
did horses. 1t was the maddest thing
that was ever done. They broke
through our lines, took Our artillery.
and then, instead of capturing our
guns and making off with them, thew
went for us. I had been in charge
OF the Heavy Brigade in the morning,
and was slightly wounded. We had
unsaddled, and were very tired.
Suddenly we were told, The English
are coming My Colonel was very
angry, and ordered his snen to give
no quarter. Twas lying at some dis
tance with my wound bandaged when
saw them coming. They came on
magnificently. We thought they were
drunk from the way they held their
lances. Instead of holding them I'm
der their armpits they waved them in
the air, and OF course they were easier
to guard against like that. The men
were mad, sir. They never seemed to
think of the tremendous odds against
them, or OF the frightful carnage that
had taken place in their ranks in the
course of that long and desperate ride.
They dashed in among us, shouting,
cheering, and cursing. I never saw
anything like it. They seemed perfect
ly irresistible, and our fellows were
quite demoralized." .sezis
T.. The Prize Fighters at Home.
Any enterprizing boy may have a
Corbett and Sullivan miniature prize
fight. In this case the two illustrious
gentlemen are made of clothes pins
with cardboard arms and legs and
manipulated with q string, as suggest
ed by the illustration. They perform
curious and amusing antics, such as
I