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just how it was. 1 do wish every
body's dogs, horses and people talked
the same language. Next morning
[ felt so bad 1 couldn't eat, and
then they said, He is sick; give
him some medicine" The mistress was
in the city. Well, they doctored poor
me-oil, black medicine. OH the stuff
they poured down my throat-some of
it got on my hair. 1 didn't look very
pretty. l crawled up in the top of the
barn and curled up in little corner
of the hay. l don't know how many
days 1 stayed there, for I was so III
1 didn't keep track of the days;
couldn't eat-the pain in my insides
from being run over and everything.
Well, l felt pretty miserable and
thought dogs life was not the pleas
antest after all. Nobody ever heard of
cat being run over. One day l heard
somebody coming up the stairs: it was
my mistress. 1 wagged my tail-that
was all l could do. She stopped down
and patted me and soothed and pitied
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olemnly doing in the shadow of


a
again" Nidderdinks elephant
the owf tapped
h looked down at safe
Hark hat vast hat
being in the
back Adare riding
the giraffe is ride whrlwind.
in
tail of giraffe?
Sh-sh" lis
vain of
Nidderdinks o admringly
behn He Suddenly there
wasa
whee!
The off
he
of Ndderdinks
the Chinese
bon
through the woods Boom!
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said he was too large. So one little fell
low went up to him and said:
Drink this and you will grow small"
So he drank 1T and Immediately grew
as small as his companion. He then
went and danced with the fairies and
had a fine time. He was sorry when it
was over but promised to come again.
So the whole summer passed away so
delightfully."- for the little shepherd. One
day the fairies told him that they were
going to leave. He was very sorry and
they said next summer they would
come back, for the winters were too
cold for them. So they went away.
One little fairy gave him diamond
ring. saying: when you want any
thing turn it around three times and
wish" He was so sad that he never
thought about it. One day he was very
lonely and happened to glance at his
finger and saw the ring. He thought
of what the fairy had said and thought
he would try it, and said: Il wish the
winter would not be cold so the fairies
could stay Lere. No sooner had he said
it then all the fairies came dancing
along. They said: Now that you
have wished it we will stay" So they
stayed and the little shepherd stayed
with them always and never had to
work any more and lived happily ever
after.
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the beautiful leaves curl around US and
keep us warm.
But what is that coming down the
hill? Oh dear, they are dreadful-look
ing people with tar on their heads and
baskets and bags in their hands and |
wonder what they want? Here, l Will
just hide in under this leaf and see
what they want here. They stopped in
front of our home and began to talk.
Some of them go away and two old
Indian women opened bags and put
their hands out and plucked my little
brothers and sisters until they were
all gone but me. They do not see me.
but then when l look at our home and
see that all are gone but poor little me
/ regret then they did not see me.
One of the old Indians got up to get
a drink and saw me and put me into
that dirty-Iooking sack, where l find
nv little brothers and sisters crying
and wondering what will become of US
when they all get their bags and
baskets full. They take us home and
pour US out on the ground. l rolled
under a rock. Then they took two rocks
and put us between them and crack US
open. They take off those pretty brown
dresses nd green caps and throw them
away. Then I see them all robed in
white. Then / know they are all dead,
and l think now they Will be buried.
No. worse fate is theirs. They are
put in a big stone dish and the women
take hammers and grind them all hne.
Then they mix them with water and
then make bread and cakes to eat, and
I am glad they do not see me, for L
shall take root when the spring comes
again and grow more acornS.
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first one and then the other. 1 felt a
pretty happy dog that night. After a
while the lady carried me away and put
me to bed. l was real tired after my
trip so I slept all night long, and the
next day l heard her tell everybody
that 1 was such a good little pup not
TO cry. So the next night 1 cried just
to see what they would do with me.
thought they might take me in the big
house with them and let me lay by the
fire, but no such luck for me- so after
a few nights I stopped crying, for it
didn't do any good you see. Well, my
life ran along pretty smoothly. 1
romped with the boys, for the two
children We're boys. We had great fun.
One day the lady and the boys got on
the big boat that used to come every
day and away they went; it seemed so
long before 1 saw them again. / used
to play with the cats, but they didn't
always feel like playing and sometimes
they would put out their paws and
leave scratches on my poor little nose.
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THE PRESCRIPTION
WRITTEN ON A DOOR
By Alice M. Jackson

was in the month of December.
/ 1898, snow was falling very fast
and all outside was clothed in
about a foot of white, feathery
snow. The snow birds were twit-
tering on each snow-covered bough.
DR.. Dorroh was sitting in his office
by a nice hot fire reading, when a
telegram came for him to come to Gar
diners Hotel as soon as possible He
went home to get his horse and buggy
ready. When he got home his horse
had been taken out by Mrs. Dorroh,
who had gone for a ride. He then went
TO Tryon's stable and got a horse that
lecito by George Sickle.
DR.. Dorroh started at just half-past
2 o'clock in the afternoon. He was half
way between Murphys and Angels
when the snoWstorm started afresh,
and as the horse was tired he did not
wish to go any farther, but at last,
when the storm had subsided, he start
ed off But what was the use of his
starting at all? For he had not gone
ten feet, when in turning corner they
ran into a two-horse team coming from
Murphys. DR.. Dorroh's horse broke
one of its fore legs and one horse in the
team from Murphys sprained leg. The
other horse was unharmed.
The man in the team from Murphys
took the lame horse out of the road
and hitched the horse that was un-
harmed into DR.. Dorroh's buggy, and
the doctor and himself went to Gardi-
ner's. When they arrived the doctor
went in the room where the sick man
was. he felt his pulse and told him that
he had the typhoid fever. He then tried
to find piece of paper to write pre-
scription on. But he could not ind
any, so he went outside and found
piece of charcoal and wrote the pre-
scription on the door. He then went
home and said he would call again
A friend of the mans came, but he
could not read. So he took the door off
the hinges and carried it to the drug
gist in Murphys and had the prescrip-
ton filled He then returned in the
snow, and when he got back was nearly
frozen. The man got we'll
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So Ataoao NuaeNoaoaeao NoaunuaonoN1aa
D. H. w.

me; then she felt my nose and sat
there and thought about me. You ara
not sick; you have been hurt
wagged my tail again; she knew and I
felt glad she knew. She must have
gone and made inquiries. for when I
was we'll enough and crawled down
stairs 1 heard her telling somebody
that poor little Foxey had been run
over by some wagon and nobody knew
it, and they had doseG the poor pup
with oil and medicine" I felt so graft
fed to know that my troubles were
the talk of the place. 1t helped my
sufferings to have the men stop to say
poor pup" 1 am getting better slow
ly. l follow my mistress about but l
have no desire to jump yet 1 can't
hold m. head up yet like other dogs
do, but 1 can wag my tail and 1 do
when folks speak to me. 1 hope I'll
get well if l do I'll try very hard to
do what is right for little white and
yellow dog to do. Faithfully yours,
"FOXEY."
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Getoeeoo~oaotao o osoao@oao,@o@s
STRANGE HAPPENING
TO A PAINTED KITTEN
By Charlie Belts.

" HERE was once little girl who
painted a kitten on board and
it was so real that she had
hardly painted the tip of its tail.
n which was the last of all. as it
ought to be, when the kitten be-
gan to purr Take your little pen
knife that your papa gave you at
Christmas time and cut me out of this
board" whimpered the kitten:
So the little girl took her Christmas
penknife and whitfield and whitfield un-
til her hands were blistered. and still
she did not seem to get ahead any,
The kitten was just as much prisoner
as it had been before she began to
whittle. It cried pitifully
Now the pile of whitthngs grew big
ger and bigger and the tears of the
wooden kit en-. flowing steadily made
them all swell They swelled I'D so
that, before the little girl knew it,, the
whittlings had blocked up the door
way.
The little girl was crowded into a.
corner by the swelling pile of whiting
Then, hardly knowing what was best to
do, she crawled into the pantry ana
shut the door. -retty soon she heard
the kitten crying for milk. There was
milk enough in the pantry and the lit.
tie girl could not bear to think that the
kitten she had made was hungry. She
opened the pantry door little.
In ran the kitten and the penknifs
came cantering after. But the little
girl was too quick for the naughty
knife She shut the door, but not un-.
til the knife had cut the poor Kittens:
tail off.
The kitten drank the milk and ate.
some meat, but still could not. ge. out
of the board. Its tears swelled the
pantry door so that it could not De
opened. Was the little girl to be a
prisoner in the pantry? No. Hear
that humping noise? Her papa is
breaking down the door with an ak to
let her OUT
No; it is not that Her brother Tom
is pounding on her bedroom door, tell
ing her that it is morning and time for
her to stop dreaming.
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= = = = = = = = = = = = = \
= The STORY OF FOXES AS TOLD
= BY HIMSELF TO GOOD FRIEND =

any more interest in me and I was
afraid was going to live all my life
in such close quarters 'Oh, you poor
little dogeie," a kind voice said and
hand pulled OF the Stats and was
taken out. 1 just loved her at first
sight. She carried me into nice COM
Portable house with a cheerful fire and
put me down to stretch my. legs I
jumped all over I was so delighted.
Two little children We're also in that
house and they were so pleased with
me. First they gave me some nice
bread and milk, and then when l
couldn't eat any more they held me in
their arms and rocked me by the fire,
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l don't think I like cats. Cook" was
awfully good to me. She used to save
little pieces of meat and goodies for me
and 1 got so fat. l used to lie in the
sun and watch my little stomach grow,
it was so nice and round, people used
to speak of how fat I was. One day
what was my delight to see the family
return. l had grown quite good deal
and felt proud when l stood up by the
children to think l could reach their
noses. l am afraid ] was little rough,
because a few times when l was only
playing the little boy cried and the lady
looked so hurt at me and said, IF you
hurt my baby I won't love you.
Now l loved the lady and L didn't
like to have her speak so to me- So
tried so hard to remember. but It's not
so easy when you are having real
good time and getting real excited to
remember and not get rough. Time
went on. One day'I did have the most
exciting time ! caught a real live
chicken; never dreamed anything was
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so exciting. I felt real proud. but
somehow every one does not look on
sport in the same light-for the man
who feeds the chickens said some real
mean things to me about it. 1 just
guess he felt bad because he wanted
to catch that chicken himself, and
spoiled his fun.
Now comes the one dark spot in my
life. 1 don't know how it happened,
but l got under the wheels of a wagon
and they went over me. 1 screamed
and screamed and ran and lay down;
it was something awful l never
thought a dog could go through so
much pain and live. 1 know 1 have
been hurt internally. Well. the
brute" who drove those horses never
stopped to explain or anything. And
when the cook came to me to find out
what was the matter she couldn't tell.
and l couldn't tell her. I just kept on
crying. I believe a dog has bitten
you she said, and she thought
it was that, and I couldn't tell her
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ming 10 eat: AS. soon as Zelma was
.Isjtf J9f sighr Bertha thought it would
;fjtE a: goed:trfck TO hide, so she let go OF
TIE string. Of the boat and ran away
out sil.tf1J: :woods to hide.
Assves where nobody could see her.
4si1ere 5Tf she lay waiting for Zelma to
c cc.r1]s ard find her, but no cali from Eel.
ma did she: hear, so she got tired OF
vi 5tEag.~ She. thought she would go and
nick: flo.xe :unti1 Zelma came. Sne
:sJon ::f6fgot5 all about Zelna ana Vas vas
.V*aliaer{ng GG toward a large meadow,
::v.55leI-e. she. sat down and fell fast asleep
:,2igift came on and Bertha could not
he fQund.. -
!. 5f33er{ {ha.. s mamma became frightened.
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~ nee upon a time there was a fly
who was always in somebody's
way His mother was a gentle,
timid creature, who did not like
~ to go out of her house unless it
was necessary. She had ten children,
who were very obedient to her, except
this one. His name was Nibble. He
would go out every morning to hunt tor
his breakfast instead of getting 1t at
home. He was so naughty that every
evening he would make his poor mother
chase him all around before he would
go in.
During the day, while his brothers
and sisters were at home enjoying
themselves. he was out stealing and
nibbling at something. When he'd
come home at night he would tell all
his troubles to his sisters and brothers,
but they would say nothing, as he was
bad to them. He was always getting
into fight and trying to make people
uncomfOr table. During the day he
would succeed, for when people would
have company he'd go buzzing around
them, Just to annoy them and make
them get cross.
One day when he was out quite early
in the morning he saw pitcher with
molasses in 1T standing near door,
and he said. I'll have those molasses,
even if / die getting it" So he dipped
so good that he went In to get some.
After he got all he wanted he tried to
get out, but his legs were stuck to-
gether and he could not move them. In
vain he tried and tried again, so he
left off quite exhausted. In little
while the lady came to get some mo-
lasses for the breakfast, when she saw
the bad fly. So she took a spoon and
took the fly out and threw him in the
coal scuttle, and there he is lying dead
on account of all his disobedience and
naughtiness to other people.
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.c=F@ HfcRE is a fine array Of letters
:. from our little friends this morn
9{sd Gei ibaf havS the been estsrs saoT5dafa mg6t
: = fird' place. Still it was impossi-
:: Bile to- get them all in. This is to ex-
press thanks for the cooperation of the
ch!l1reT. The puzzle answers for last
week. are. next in order. They are as
follows: Plano (plain %, Woodbridge,
:. quicksilver, Paradise. Cloverdale,
ii3laipfield. Upton and Poker Flat. The
. Roll Of Honor will be found in the ac-
. customed place. The puzzles are
omitted necessarily this morning. Our
: friends who guessed all the puzzles but
p one during the week are the following:
?: ;Dafodil Davenport, San Francisco; Car
re heane, 2l32 Stockton street, San Fran
CISCO 'Mlgnon de Sanno, Vallejo; George
NHher, Alameda; Sidney 3. Knoph, Isl
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THE CUBAN MAID.
By Charles H. Marks.

BY Charles H Marks
:: T.: y !: :: :
so dread and drear?"
1T must as long as chains await
our band
And as they spoke the thund'ring echoes
rolled
From the great ocean and the distant
shore,
From heights whereon a starry banner
told
That Freedom sought it's birth midst
patriots gore.
But tell me Of this Freedom that draws
The San Francisco call., 1899-07-02
By Lucy Nj. French.

n NCE there was a little shepherd
| boy who lived with an old herd
er, and every day he would go
J out and take care of the sheep.
One day he was wandering along
very hungry and thirsty, when he
heard the sound of falling water. He
went and hunted for it and came into
the loveliest little dell you could i'm
agine. There was a pond of clear crys-
tai water. He knelt down and drank
until he had appeased his thirst, then
he lay down on the velvety grass.
He looked around and said to himself
Surely, this must be some fairy dell,
for l have never seen anything half so
fairy-like before. I suppose the fairies
have balls and feasts here" He fell
asleep and dreamed that the fairies
had come and were having ball, and
just then he awoke. He heard the
sounds Of enchanting music, and on
looking round saw thousands of little
fairies dancing and laughing. They
beckoned to him to join them, but he
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She hunted for her all through the
woods until they came to the meadow.
Bertha awoke when she heard them
calling her. When she saw that it was
dark she ran toward them crying, and
Zelma cried for joy to think she had
her safe once more in her arms Zelma
said she would not leave her alone
again.
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near
From hazy shores of yonder ocean wide.
Tell that my listening ears may hear
With hopes of what our Master may.
confide.' .
With puzzled face the mother answered
thus:
Freedom is that for which we always
pray.
Twill bring your soldier father home to
us,
From bivouac and scenes of deadly
fray"
But still the Cuban maid long wondered
why
AS echoes reached the vale day after
day
Brave men must bleed and braver men
must die
Ere Freedom to her home should find
its way.
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TAM a little white and tan fox
! terrier. born on a dredger. Am very
/ proud Of my mother for she catches
1 50 many rats. L only hope when !
grow up l viii have such fine
reputation. When l was quite young
I WAS. taken away from my dear
mother. put in a box, then on large
boat, the big whistle frightened me
aWfmIy, and even now when I hear
the beat whistle I bark. no matter how
fast asleep am, it always awakens
me. After. some hours I. was taken off
the boat and set down. cried and
cried because nobody seemed to take
g :,.:::. % 20 . o.Q9o9Aao 80 ..
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ROLL OF HONOR

TNEZ PEARL SCOTT. 214s
Dwight way, Berkeley;
Louis Longley, Santa Cruz,
Alice Hanisch, Roseville.
Placer County. Cal; M.
Rene Mitchell, Santa Cruz; Sal
lie Needles, Monterey; Ida Al
len, Portland, Ore. Frank Mil
Ter, Oakland; Willis Porter.
Alameda; Andrew G. Nelson.
Berkeley; Peter Vane. San
Francisco; Katherine Greer.
San Francisco; Willie Tama
sino, San Francisco; Nettie Sis
son, Los Angeles: Harriet
Gleason, San Francisco: Har-
vey Minturn, Oakland; Charlie
Jones, Santa Barbara; Willie
Metsin, San Francisco; Ella
Gianotti, TO San Jose avenue,
San Francisco.
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SO said The Queen. II

landed
shore shaking themselves
their Tying all over
duchng the That was not the worst OF their
drenched the
that the black babies had
laughed In all Niddednks Land
and
q
ought have been here to
landed their
of of Nidder-
house followed for her future was found by
would
really
the animals
hears much dream about
had homes the Md
drdins babies When falls the woods when the creeks
NidderdnRs like Ntdderdinks
Ndderdnks
Ndderdinks
Nidderdinks Nidderdnks
Niddedtnks
NiddeTdinks Land old
creeks
Of
Ndderdinks The
Ndderdinks Land
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ing the Girls and Boys Page. My
brother takes The CaIl and we think it is
a nice paper. ETHEL HOWE.
Crescent City, Cal.
Dear Editor: 1 was years old last
January. My friend Walter Brobeck and
The San Francisco call., 1899-07-02
THE ACORN THAT
LEARNED TO TALK
By jeanette Williamson.

DY JtdNbIIt VVTTTTdTISOTIs
H EAR me, here 1 am on this beau
tiful day with all my little
l brothers and sisters all dressed
! in beautiful brown dresses with
- caps of green. Our home is
along a brook which runs and laughs
by us all day long. 1 am happy, for l
can see the running water and hear
the birds sing all day long. and at night
when the birds go to their little nests
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all
shiny things
a frightened little
the neghbOrhOOd of the
better night
until
thought
Nidderdinks
could
Ndderdnks all
their
them.
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DARE had disappeared. Where can he
be?" asked the Queen. There were
four black babies playing with mudpies
by the creek. They were shaping the mud
into men and women and animal forms.
When they had their figures made they
placed the mud in the sun TO bake and
harden. Three grizzly bear cubs, the
same who gave the blackberry, the
acorn and the comb of wild honey to
Aldare, came swimming up the creek.
The Queen saw them and whispered
that AIdare was about some mischief,
for the three bear cubs were Aldare's
friends, and together they had been
noted for many a queer prank in Md
derdinks Land. "Aldare is hiding some
who're and he will be heard from soon
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toot owl II have friend beaver who the
world than
avalmos much in fact father used to know
Call
would be best do He
tell what h
him that he fked through
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have fine times We go down between
some dog benches and play hide. and go
seek Your reader, ARTHUR BANKS.
San Francisco.
Dear Editor: 1 am a little girl 9 years
old I live in Oakland and | go to the
Prescott School. We have vacation now
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Rv He-en HAMPTON.

n NCE a little girl lived with he her
i grandma in the woods Her
/. name was Zelma Johnson. Eel
ma had little friend who lived
": by her grandma's cottage Ber-
! la and Zelma would play for hours
! iJne:6ay they went to a pond near by.
Bertha took her little boat her cousin
made; for her when he was in town.
Zalg3a. let Bertha have it until she
iyestif @back: to- the house to get some
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Dear Editor: This is my first letter to
The Call and I wish TO see IT in print.
am in the fourth grade and am 10 years
old. Ny teachers name is Miss Peyeler
and I like her very much. l enjoy read
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and 1 am spending it with my papa on the
railroad I like TO read the Boys and
Girls Page. Hoping 10 see my letter pub
lished l remain your little reader.
ETA MCCARTHY.
Lompoc
Dear Editor: l am little girl nine
years old. l go to the Altaville School.
am in the fourth grade 1t is vacation
now. I have little pony and pet cat;
/ am always anxious to read the Boys
and Girls Page. l hope to see this
printed in next Sundays Call. Your little
reader. CLAIRE EDW WARDo.
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Dear Editor-My papa takes The Call
and / read the Childrens Page. I was
seven years old in April, and / help my
mamma do the housework and go to the
MouIder School. Your little friend,
NELLIE PROBASCO.
1917 Market street.
Dear Editor-We have taken The Call
for number of years. We have pigeons,
a parrot a dog, and three kittens. l go
to the Fairmount Primary School I am
i'm the fourth grade. My teachers name
is Miss Morgan. Your friend,
MORGAN LOMBARDL
log Thirtieth street, San Francisco.
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EERTHA WHO WAS
- -. LOST IN THE WOODS
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AN ADVENTURE IN
A REAL FAIRY DELL
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WHAT HAPPENED
TO A VERY BAD T
Rv Nellie U. O'DaY.

/ NCE upon a time there was fly
who was always in somebody's
way. His mother was a gentle,
timid creature, who did not like
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T was in the month of December,
1898, snow was falling very fast
and all outside was clothed in
about a foot of white, feathery
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