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The San Francisco call., 1897-09-26

The strangest thing in the Enchanted
Grove was that. although the trees were
acting so, there was no wind. The wind
was made 10 change by the magic OF the
black giants, who had the Genie chained.
Goldilocks could not pick out the right
tree. She went to a spring OF water and
drank. All at once pains went through
her head and eyes. She had drunken
from the Magic Spring.
Now she could see right through all the
trees, and in the trunk of the biggest of
them all, tree with a bark of silver, she
saw the ivory box. But the trees would
not stand still. They chased one another
about like children playing tag. Goldi-
locks chased the big tree, and when she
hat; caught it, being tired, she tied herself
to it by taking off her apron and using it
for a rope. As soon as she had done this
the tree stood quiet
WELL" asked the Stork who had
hoped around after Goldilocks, chow are
you going to get the box out?"
"Help me, good Stork."
Then the great bird flew away and came
back with seed. This is the seed of the
Giant Vine" he said.
IhoH tue DLOIh uilcd HAS Ulil Will NdI6T
from the Magic Spring He poured this
water upon the seed and then put the seed
in a crotch of the tree.
Look" said the Stork minute later
The seed sent out roots like wire, that
pushed themselves down into the trunk of
the tree, and soon split it open wide.
Thanks said Goldilocks, and she
seized the ivory box.
Just then one of the black giants ran
toward Goldilocks to take the box away.
The roots of the Giant Vine snarled itself
around MS feet as he ran, and threw him
down. Then the vine drew him into the
tree, which closed up all around him,
holding him tight, so that he could not
get away, but he roared like a lion and
waved his arms furiously.
Goldilocks was scared when she felt a
tug at her sleeve, not knowing what was
coming next.
'Give me the candy" said the Stork.
Goldilocks gave the candy and went out
of the grove holding the ivory box fast
with both OF her hands, after thanking the
Stork for his help.
She did not look back for she was in
haste to get back to the Genie. She even
fancied that she could hear him calling
her, but that was q mistake.
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and hiding the view for a few seconds
from Shorty" When the smoke was
blown aside Shorty" saw the grass af1ame
on all sides of the rock. In the middle OF
the flaming grass was the snake rock.
Upon it were the snakes, squirm ing,
fighting, vainly trying to find way to
escape. They were gradually overcome
by the heat.
The fire brought tbs boys in Camp
Calf TO the scene. They soon put out the
fire and counted the snakes that Shorty"
had cleverly trapped. There was round
dozen of rattIers and many others that
did not count so much for glory to "the
victor of snake hill,' as Binnie humor-
ously named Shorty" on the spot
That night as the bers of the camp
fire smoldered and all the bovs were won
dering whether stout hearted Daniel
Boone ever enjoyed the wilderness better
than they, Billy of Oakland, Sam of Los
Angeles and stout Tom of Fresno won
dered also what they could do to uphold
the honor of their towns.
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Answers to Correspondents.

Eugene P. Conway, Los Angeles.-Your de-
sign for the Boys and Girls Page is very
handsome. 1t will be used,
Floyd Smith.-The story is good and cer-
tainIy entities you to now place the letters
Z. r. c. after your name.
Ida Wlghtman &C. R. C.)-Yes. Pictures OF
new members of the c. R. c. will be published
as they come 10 hand. These pictures are de-
sired. Please send them in.
T. ]. Fellowes-Design received 1t is we'll
conceived, but it is more appropriate for
Christmas. Later 1t will come handy.
NJ Il. L.-Yes. The purpose is to give the
Boys and Girls Page Pacific Coast flavor.
Pictures of types will be used if they are good.
F. Please do not write upon both sides Of
the paper.
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- OLDILOCKS went to the cavern
IN the mountains of the Genie of the
~ Sierra, in California, and found the
Genie chained to a rock with chain
of gold. She went into the heart of the
mountains. crossing the Bridge OF Elves,
which was guarded by two black giants,
in search of the Talisman in the En-
chanted Grove. She secured the Silver
Arrow, which had magic power 10 help
her. She fell asleep at night in the Valley
OF the Sleepy Flowers. surrounded by nod
ding drowsy blossoms.
When Goldilocks awoke the next morn
ing she first looked for the wonderful Sill
yer Arrow. Some one, perhaps one of the
black giants, had stolen it from her while
she slept. She was sorry. but she could not
turn back. Near her was a cup made of
leaves. This was full of sweet milk.
So Goldilocks knew that the Genie was
still helping her. She went on and won
dered how she should find the Talsman
to break the Genie's golden chain and to
open the gate of the mountain to let her
60 home to her papa and mamma.
Just then she saw the Great Stork that
the King of the Water Fairies had told
her about, and very funny-looking bird
he was. Goldilocks would have laughed
at him at any other time. His legs were
so long that he could pick fruit from the
top branches of the trees. He was covered
with short, stiff feathers. His bill was
halt as long as his legs.
''Good-day, little GoIdilocks," he said.
''Good day" answered Goldilocks; {;
''but can yo@ talk?'
Yes OF course" said the Stork; ''why
not?"
This was question Goldilocks could
not answer, and so she kept still.
Where are you going, Goldilocks?"
asked the Stork.
81 am looking for the Enchanted Grove
to get the Talisman 10 break the chain of
the Genie OF the mountain"
Goldiocks thought that the Stork
laughed. He certainly made chuckling
noise Then he took pair of eyeglasses
from a pocket under his left wing and
carefully balanced them upon his long
bill and looked at Goldilocks through
them. This was so funny that the child
laughed.
- Scuse me-" GoldiIocks said, "but 1
can't help it,
Very well," said the Stork, "verr-r-r-y
well. l am CAD that you can laugh.
Now | think you want me to show you
the way to the Enchanted Grove. What
will you give me if do that2''
Goldilocks felt in her pocket and found
there only small pair of scissors and a
very small piece of candy.
Candy" said Go'dlocks; "show me
the way and l will give you the candy"
VERY we'll" said the Stork, 81 ont
know lust what candy is but if Won say
it is nice it will do"
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and Girls Page, which may be used
ELLA NJ. C. TUBB writes pretty lat.
ter describing her visit to the country.
DELACE CLARK has contributed story en-.
titled Little Tot and Bessie" Delace lives al
Callahans. Siskiyou County.
r. MAUD MALLORY of Reedley has written
a poem, Somebody's Darling" 1t has merit
but the subject is too sad TO make 1t appro-
pirate.
HELEN SIN CLAIR writes from Scotia: 81
have three brothers and they all go to school
but the baby. am going to send in story"
Helen is in the fifth grade in the public school.
IRENE MCARDLE writes that she is attend
ing the Agassiz Primary School. She loves to
read children's stories.
MINNIE A. VALLADAO writes from Pa
noche. She is preparing some scrspbooks for
little children in the hospitals.
JOHN FLYNN, Oakland, writes: "Am glad
to see some stories for boys in the Boys and
Girls Page. Let US have some more" There
will be more. The page will be for the benefit
and amusement of all, boys and girls alike.
NOME E. HERBERT wishes TO correspoud d
with Maud Mallory and Eva Nsvone
MAMIE NJ. KELLOGG, c. r. c., wishes to
correspond with Retha Waldau- Msmie's
postoffice address is Igerna, Cal.
ALLEN MORRISON, Forest Ranch, Butte
County, has written a STORY about a pony II
shows creditable love of our friends the
dumb animals. The story will be considered.
ELLA THORNTON, 1920 Yolo street, writes
that she would like to belong to the c. R. c.
She will send a story.
A. KNUTZER, C. R. c., sends puzzles, and
likes the boys and girls page very much.
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"oh, yes" said GoldiIocks, sit is real
,ome on. then, - said the stork.

GOOD.
Come on, then" said the Stork.
The two went along a red road and came
to a blue road and then travelled on a pink
road and yellow lane, and then were in
the Enchanted Grove. The bark of all
the trees see med to be of silver or copper
or brass.
The linn bs of the trees were all moving as
if hard gale was blowing. Every minute
a great limb would be torn away and
thrown through the air, but not one linn b
fell to the ground. The limbs fastened
them selves to other trees. so that one
trunk would have many kinds of branches
Mice task picking out the tree where
the Talisman is, " said the Stork.
Where is the Talisman?" asked Gold:-
locks
"In the heart of one of these trees" an
swered the Stork. "It is a magic word
and it is in small ivory box. You see
the trees are changing all the time, so that
they are like new trees every minute"
Help me, good Stork."
81 cannot help find the tree, but when
you know the tree perhaps can help you
to get the ivory box out of it-'
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LITTLE MINA'S
DEAR OLD MAN.

TE sat in an unfrequented part of the
- park. His hair waS gray and his
i J. hands were bony. The few passed
him by unthinkiDgy, with hasty
glance. 1t was not an unusual sight to
see man thus sitting i'll meditation.
An hour went by. and still he was there.
Many hours passed-the hours when the
ashionabIe were abroad. AS they, with
their splendid equipages, began to file
along the driveway, which was plain to
his view the old mans face lost some of
its cold gray; it Frightened and warmed.
The deep lines during these times were
almost obliterated. The eyes cleaned
an expectant look showed in them.
The days rolled on. Into the weeks
they ran, and still day alter day the old
man SAT on the rustic bench, half hidden
from the throng, but always where he
could scan the features of the people In
the carriages. His eager, searching eve
missed not one OF the faces back of the
weIl-groomed teams.
"Papa, there sits the man there yet who
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Baby Did 1t.

Why is my hair strung up in knots?
You never could have guessed it,
Look at my shirt-d'you see those spots7
There baby's fingers pressed it.
Twas she who rumpled up my hair
What father could forbid il?
His friends will only smile, nor care,
Ii romping baby did it.
Perhaps wish to leave the house
All heaped up in corner
find quiet little mouse.
Like erstwhile Jackie Horner.
Then papa says: 'Where is my hat7
wonder who has hid it?'
find her sitting on it fiat;
But then-the baby Gid it.
The cunning elf, with wond'ring eyes,
May sometimes break the letter.
Twill really be sad surprise
When age shall teach her better.
Then let the baby have her way
Her pleasure-why forbid it?
You may be proud that you can say,
my little baby did it,
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OUR OWN STATE
IN STORY.

A WAY back in the days of Aladdin's s
"A lamp anG of Sinbad the sailor, there
4 y was enough going on all the time to
keen the minds of children busy
and their imaginations awake.
1t was the easiest thing in the world to
get upon a flying carpet and make a
journey over land and sea, it being neces-
sary only to speak a magic word or to rub
a magic ring to get fair start.
Then, hurrahl Over the roofs and nina
rets, and hanging gardens, and the silVery
Tigris would we all go to unknown
countries a-sailingl
Times have changed. The whistle of
the locomotive has frightened the fairies
into places of hiding. Old Sinbad must
De taking long voyage, for he has not
been seen lately. But there is a land
where the mountains, capped with snow.
and an ocean that extends away beyond
the sunny Western horizon tend to keep
awake the Imagination.
California, mother o. so many dream
ers, takes her own children to her heart
and whispers wonderful secrets into their
willing ears. This must be true, for there
are scores OF boys and girls in California
who tell stories the like of which were
never heard before. Many of these brigh
children write for THE CALL.
Now it is proposed to invite the gifted
mem bers of the c. R. C. and all other chill
dren on the coast to write a story about
our own California. 1t may be a fairy
story, telling how California received her
name, or it may be story OF the early
days in California, or it can be purely
imaginary, telling what will happen in
the year I949 in California These are
only suggestions. Every boy and girl
must consider this a personal invitation.
California must be- the theme.
The best five stories will be published
with the photographs of the young au-
thors, on some Sunday morning during
the next few weeks. side by side. No
story should contain more than 600 words.
1t would be bitter TO fix the limit al 500
words. Tie Boys and Girls Page will be
set apart on one selected day, and will be
known as "The Young Authors Page. 4"
That will be the young authors day.
Later on stories making Oregon, Wash
ington or others of the Pacific Coast sis
terhood of States the theme will be in
order.
The competition will begin at once and
will close October 25 just one month from
date. The names of the competing su-
thors will be published from week to
week. All children attending the public
schools are entitled TO strive for the credit
of being declared by a jury the best
young author of the Pacific Coast,
Every contributor is requested to send
a photograph, with name and postoffice
address and the nsme OF the school of
which the author is a member, all written
legibly upon the back.
The San Francisco call., 1897-09-26

TlSSES on every slde "Shorty OF
- San Jose was in a quandary. If he
l. 4 went forward he might step on rat
tier. There were rattlesnakes enough
10 charm a snake-tamer, but they did not
charm Shorty" In fact he would have
been glad to get out of the neighborhood
he was in.
Hiss-s-s. Hiss-s-s.
Throush the grass snakes were crawl
ing. Shorty" could hear the grass rustic
He might have been interested In bat
tie between two rattlers of which he was
a witness, if he had not found his own
position one of trouble As it was the
rapid movements of the fighting rattlers
had a strange fascination for him. When
the victorious snake struck the fatal blow
Shorty" turned to 60 away as carefully
and as silently as possible. Shorty" was
no coward. On his way out of the bushe
he kept his eyes open for snakes He was
rewarded by seeing a rattler about to
spring. The snakes head was up and the
serpent was tightly coiled. Its lorked
tongue played in and out. and from its
rattle came humming sound. Shorty"
struck the snake with the butt of his good
Winchester rife, killing it in the act OF
springlng. This was a victory, but it was
at the same tine a defeat, for the noise
started up other reptiles.
Off from the bushes they rolled in every
direction, stopping their feast upon the
berries with which they were gorging.
Then Shorty" saw fer the first time a
fat rock which had been warmed by the
sun until it was a very comfortable place
for snakes. There seemed to Shorty"
to be at least fifty snakes on the rock,
some large and some small. They were
of nearly every kind to be found in Cali
fornia.
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As they were being driven to the big
house Nina sat by that other mans side.
With one hand in his-the other on her
fathers knee-looking into his face, she
said: "You two are so much alike l shall
cali you Papa John"
'LittIe Ones" old man does not seem
old now, although some years have passed
since he became one of the Burton house
hold. She still calls him Papa John, 4"
though her own little ones call him Uncle
John. FLETCHER GILMAN.
All Van Ness avenue
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TX. Klondyke.
X. Double acrostic.
Initiais-Jos. Jefferson.
Finals-Rip Van Wrinkle,

Puzzles and answers have been received
from the following: r. Maud Mallory, Reed.
ley; W. W. Case, 2159 San Jose avenue, Ala
media; Hazel Bell, San Francisco; Thomas D.
Lewis, Stuart, CAL; Gertr ude Klepm, San
Francisco; Jennie Edwards, GiIroy; Ethel Nc
Clure, San Francisco; Bessie Sullivan, San
Francisco; Alice Bell, Dora Willard, Escondi-
do; Carrie Gonsalves, Ida Wightman, Maurice
Harrison, Andrew J. Branagan, Lelace Clark
and Nellie Hudnett OF San Francisco Aileen
Morrison. Forest Ranch; Hazel Bell, San
Francisco; NJ. Fanetta Reuter- of Visalia The
Jack OF space prevents their publication this
week.
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IIHE(AILDREN,)
S)INGERS.
Aries in Faces.

like to sit on Daddy's knee,
And watch the fairy in his face,
That always has smile Tor me,
And never wanders from her place.
And mother says the eyes of joy
Will make thousand faces shine
When Love can spare each little boy
father half as sweet as mine.
NORMAN GALE in Songs for Little People.
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A WAY back in the days of Aladdin's s
n lamp anG of Sinbad the sailor, there
4 n was enough going on all the time to
The San Francisco call., 1897-09-26
FROM
THE CHILDREN.

- sent an original heading for the Boys
4 a and Girls Page, which may be used.
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" SHORTY" TREED
BY THE SNAKES.

r TISSES on every side. 'Shorty" OF
- San Jose was in a quandary. If he
l. 4 went forward he might step on a rat
tier There were rattlesnakes enonp b
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Then, hurrahl Over the roofs and nina
rets, and hanging gardens, and the silVery
Tigris would we all go to unknown
countries a.saiIiugl
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GOLDILOCKS
IN THE GROVE.

- OLDILOCKS went to the cavern
4 - IN the mountains of the Genie of the
~ Sierra, in California. and found the
Cnnin chn ID -, q -l,lni- ~ . -l--.-
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his various duties, and, my spine having
| recovered its spirits, as it were, sat,
practically alone, with this interesting
being and talked for the better part of
an hour of his life, his likes and dislikes,
his habits and his home
He told me that he lived with his moth
| er and brothers in Glendale; that he
picked fruit in the season on the differ
ent ranches about in the valley, and that
he went to school in the winter months.
A tinge Of justifiable pride crept into his
voice when he said he was already in the
sixth grade, but he admitted at the same
| time that he didn't like study well
enough to care to educate himself for
any profession and he read very little,
| because he hadn't much time.
| He said frankly that he didn't like to
work''-but there are few boys of IA who
do have uncomfortable longings in that
direction; yet when I asked him If there
was not some one kind Of work that
wouldn't be absolutely obnoxious to him,
he answered promptly that he would
like to go to sea-" and when 1 suggested
that a sailors life was not exactly what
could be termed bed of roses, he said:
II wouldn't care how hard 1 worked If
|
upon the idea suggested itself to me
that perhaps few years before the mast
would be as efficacious In his case as the
same length of time at either lone or
Whittier.
HIS LIFE
| Next he told me, generally in answer
to direct questions, Of his friends among
the boys and girls at Glendale; of their
picnics and dances; Of his membership
in and enjoyment of the Junior Endeav-
or socitey, which, with church and Sun
| day school, has always claimed his un-
divided attention on Sunday; and, last
| ly, of the Glendale Athletic club, of
which he is president, with it's baseball
and football teams, and its target prac-
| tice.
That brought us naturally to the sub
ject of guns and cunning. Did he own a
gun? No, he never had had money
enough to get a gun, but he bought a
pistol with the money he stole from his
mothers neighbor, which answered for
| target practice; and he could shoot rab-
bits with it, as we'll as larger game. But
no shadow crossed his face to show that
the thought which entered my mind
might have entered his, which was that
the man he had shot or any other fellow
creature might come under the head Of
larger game"
| HIS MIND ~
| Yet, when I asked him II he had used
the same pistol to shoot Dr. Moore he
frankly admitted that he had, but he
made the admission without suspicion
of either bravado or fear. He did not
cringe while we talked about 1t, neither
did he imply by look, tone. or motion
any spirit of recklessness that might
have prompted him to do as he did. He
said simply and distinctly that II he had
Thought twisva ~ ns0uld not have fired
the shot.
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Of the heartache and anguish he had
brought to her. and asked him II he real
lied at all how he had made her suffer
by doing this dreadful thing-for the
first time tears stood in his eyes. and he
simply bowed his head and answered
"Yes."
During the entire interview the boy
manifested no other definite emotion
neither sorrow nor anger, neither def
ance nor bravado, nor a tinge of reck-
lessness. He seemed to follow my Ques-
tions with logical understanding, an
swered them courteously, reasonably
and frankly; showed neither desire for
concealment nor confidence; said he had
no hatred for anybody nor anything
and he Is but IA, with red hair, and shot
man In the back last month.
REDEEMABLE
I confess, the more talked with him
the less able was to get any reasonable
understanding of the strangely complex
temperament 1 was dealing with: the
more unable to draw any logical deduc-
tions from the deed which is fact and
the many curiously conflicting circum-
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When I asked him II he had any
grudge against the man, he looked sur
prised, and said: "Why, no, had never
seen him before. I had my pistol In my
pocket, always carried 1t. and when
the doctor pulled handful OF gold and
silver out Of his pocket, felt as II I
would like to have some Of 1t. didn't
even want 1t to pay back the money that
I stole; the reporters got that part
wrong. Mother had already paid back
every cent Of that money"
When I asked him If 1t didn't occur to
him that he might get money without
shooting man for 1t, he answered with
perfectly natural tone and manner:
II don't know what thought; didn't
think Of anything. 1 don't know why
did it; it all seems like dream, and
cannot realize any Of it at all. Do I ex-
pect to be punished? Why, of course.
It's right that should be. but shall try
to take whatever punishment they give
me bravely; and I shall try to live this
down."
HIS HEART
q = 49, -
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he is not handsome. nor is he brilliant
except as to hair. Neither is he wholly
ugly, in the usual acceptance of that
term. He is undeniably plain-but so
are very many boys who never see the
inside of a jail tank and who handle
guns and pistols without ever shooting
fellow creature.
He is almost six feet tall, rather slight
of build, and his arms and legs vex his
soul no more when he moves than do
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in the month, seems to be as incompre-
hensible to himself as it can be to the
community at large.
HIS INDIVIDUALITY
At the conclusion of the photograph
episode we all returned to the office.
The artist departed to develop his mega
tives; the turnkey busted himself with
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incline to be thick, but they settle nat
urally into an expression of sadness
rather than evil when his mouth is in
repose.
His hands and feet are generous In
size; so are his ears; but, as a whole,
Wilfred Glover would pass for a great,
overgrown, homely, normal boy, rather
than an embryo fiend, whose attempt to
kill a man in apparent cold blood for the
sake of getting little pin money with