The San Francisco call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1895-1913, 1896-01-26
DONALD SERIEs-NO. XIII.
FOR TINY BOYS.


Aren't birthdays fine things? Donald
thinks SO, and wishes his came every day.
His mamma does not agree with him,
however, and is very, very glad that he
has just one year.
Well, Donald's birthday came last week
in all the rain. My, how it rained and
rainedl But the little chap did not mind
the stormy weather much, because he was
in such state of excitement over his
birthday. He was just years old, and
took his birthday whippings with the
''one to grow on" just like a little man.
1T is strange thing that whippings don't
hurt SO much on birthdays as they do at
other times,i said Donald. II wonder
why?'
Now, suppose you are Just as anxious
as you can be TO find out what gifts Donald
received.
Be just as patient as you can and I'll tell
you. Let me see, first brother came and
put IN bed beside him great big round
brown cocoanut, with almost the perfect
image OF a monkeys face on one end. You
all know what mean. If you don't, the
very next time you have chance to ex-
anime cocoanut see if you can find the
monkeys face. Then he received a box of
paints, and pistol and arrows. OF course,
since then Donald has played cowboy
great many times.
But best of all came something alive
a beautiful golden canary in a pretty
gilded cage.
The happy boy named it Colby right
away, and says when it sings that he feels
as if he would jump right out of himself.
When his mother asked him what kind
OF meat he wished to have for his birthday
dinner, she thought of course he would
answer chicken, and asked him really out
OF politeness, but she proved to be very
much mistaken, for the sturdy urchin
answered, THE round meat all tied up in
a ring" meaning roast beef. Don't you
think that was very sensible choice.
SO the day passed and dinner was over.
Alter the able was cleared and the gas
lights turned out Donald's beautiful
birthday cake was brought in and placed
on the table.
Ny, what wonderful sight it was, with
Its white frosting almost hidden under
piles OF delicious candies and sugar plums!
Set here and there among the delicate
vines and sweet flowers by which it was
surrounded were seven brightly burning,
differently colored tiny wax candles.
:, Each one OF the family group chose one of
these candles. making wish rs he did so,
wondering whose would burn the longest.
Whlle waiting for the tiny flames to ex-
pre- grandma, papa and all joined in
merry game OF blowing soap bubbles.
blow out the delicate fairy things, that
went floating SO gracefully through the air,
cleaning with all the colors of the rain
bow, as they reflected the bright lights of
the room and calling forth cries of dismay
as they suddenly burst when most perfect.
Sometimes they were full of mischief,
and would float softly down to the little
boy upturned face and explode right on
the tip of his nose
Hope" bubbles, Donald called them,
and his papa and mamma thought how
many, many as brilliantly colored "hope"
bubbles created by him in the future
would burst when brightest, bringing
forth deeper cries of dismay, ere he had
reached seven times seven years.
After merry, happy time, the candles
commenced TO die out, one by one. until
papa's only was left, so of course, he gained
his wish
Next came the cutting of the cake, and
an hour was spent in feasting, and the
cracking OF nuts and of jokes.
Then they all gathered around the fire,
while the rain still poured down over the
city, and listened to the reading of Jean
lngeloW's sweet little poem. Seven Times